To most people, this would seem like nothing more than a boring stroll, but combined with the information from the network admin, it painted a different picture.

In the footage from the privately installed camera, I could clearly see Tyler setting up his own camera in that blind spot.

As the video played and Tyler saw his own face appear on the screen, his expression immediately darkened.

He shot to his feet, towering over me with an intimidating presence, but his voice betrayed him.

“Ms. Anderson, I swear, it wasn’t me who put that there!” he stammered, clearly nervous.

A few teachers at nearby desks glanced over at the commotion. I quickly pulled him back down into his seat and lowered my voice. “Keep it down!”

Tyler, now visibly shaken, sat back hard in the chair as I tugged him down, his large frame suddenly clumsy and unsteady.

I didn’t know much about him, but judging from his reaction, this guy only seemed difficult to handle. In reality, he wasn’t cunning at all.

Sure enough, after a few gentle prods, he spilled everything.

“It was during a chat with Marcus. I mentioned that I’ve been getting along well with Ms. Mitchell lately… and he suggested that I trick Ms. Mitchell into doing something, record a video, and then use it to blackmail her. That way, passing future exams would be a breeze.”

Tyler was drenched in sweat, his hands clenched tightly. “You know, we sports guys aren’t exactly the brightest. As long as we can pass, that’s all that matters.”

Normally, I would’ve laughed at his comment about not being smart.

But now, thinking about how Sarah was caught in a situation where she’d suffer no matter what, I felt a chill down my spine.

If the blackmail worked, she would live in constant fear. If it failed, the video might get leaked, and her reputation...