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"Zhang Yifan".

A clear, crisp voice came from the classroom door.

It wasn't loud, but the whole classroom could hear it.

Everyone turned their heads at once and saw Shen Zhiyi standing at the door, her hair tied in a ponytail, her school uniform zipper neatly zipped up to her chest, and a folded piece of paper in her hand.

Her gaze swept past the lingering noise of the room and landed squarely on the last row of seats by the window.

"oh--!"

Zongwen was the first to start the commotion, his voice drawn out and loud, his hands cupped around his mouth like a megaphone.

The classroom erupted instantly. Some students were banging on their desks, some were whistling, some were tapping their pens against their thermos cups to keep the rhythm, and some were holding up their English test papers that they had just rolled up into microphones.

"Brother Fan! The school beauty is here to see you again! This is the second time!"

Zhang Yifan stood up amidst the commotion.

He wasn't as bewildered as he was yesterday, nor did he blush and wave his hands, saying "Stop it, stop it," as a boy who's been teased usually would.

He simply straightened his school uniform collar naturally and walked towards the door.

Lin Wanqing stood in the middle of the aisle.

She had almost reached the last row, and was only three or four desks away from Zhang Yifan.

She had even thought of her opening remarks and adjusted the curve of her lips.

Then Shen Zhiyi arrived.

Then Zhang Yifan stood up and walked towards the door, getting closer and closer to her.

She opened her mouth, but the carefully crafted smile hadn't yet been put into action.

Zhang Yifan walked past her, his shoulder less than ten centimeters away from hers, the cuff of his school uniform brushing against her arm.

He didn't turn his head, didn't pause, and didn't even glance in her direction.

He walked towards Shen Zhiyi, passing by her as if she were an unimportant person.

Lin Wanqing stood still, as the surrounding sounds surged towards her like a tide.

"Oh my, was Lin Wanqing trying to go over and find Zhang Yifan just now?"

"Look where she's standing, almost at the very back of the row, she's clearly going there for someone."

"In the end, the school beauty intercepted him. It's hilarious. The school beauty called out to him and he left without even glancing at her."

"Wasn't she quite aloof before? When Zhang Yifan was pursuing her, she ignored him. Now that he's stopped pursuing her, she's suddenly become all over him."

"Last night she even asked Zhao Rong to bring dinner to Zhang Yifan, but he turned her away. She came again today."

"What a shameless person! They used to treat people like lapdogs, but now they're throwing themselves at them. Isn't that just throwing themselves at someone?"

Lin Wanqing stood in the middle of the aisle, and tears welled up in her eyes.

It wasn't the kind of tearful beauty that makes a woman's face ripple with tears; it was the kind of crying where your nose stings so much that you can't hold back your tears.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the collar of her school uniform and leaving dark, damp stains on the blue fabric.

She didn't raise her hand to wipe it away; she just stood there letting the tears fall, her shoulders trembling.

In the past, whenever her eyes reddened, someone would immediately hand her a tissue, someone would come to comfort her, and someone would stand up for her and scold those who bullied her.

But now she stood in the middle of the aisle, crying for a long time, and no one handed her tissues, no one came over to comfort her, and no one even glanced at her.

Everyone glanced at her, then turned back to continue discussing Zhang Yifan and Shen Zhiyi.

The boy who used to get flustered and helpless whenever she frowned even slightly didn't give her a second glance as he walked past her just now.

A few girls glanced at her, but their eyes held no sympathy, only disdain and schadenfreude.

Several boys who had once had a crush on her now looked away, afraid that if they got involved with her, they would be mistaken for the next Zhang Yifan.

Everyone saw how much money Zhang Yifan spent on her that year, how much ridicule he endured, and what his final fate was.

Nobody wants to be the second Zhang Da's sycophant.

Moreover, Peng Kaifei's example is still right in front of them. The rich second-generation who was just swaggering around has almost ruined his family after offending Zhang Yifan. They don't want to be the next one.

Zhao Rong squeezed through the crowd, reached out and grabbed Lin Wanqing's arm, leading her to her seat.

Lin Wanqing was pulled back to her seat by her, and she lay on the table, her shoulders still shaking.

Zhao Rong patted her back from the side, but her eyes were darting around.

"Wanqing, don't cry," Zhao Rong said in a low voice.

Lin Wanqing raised her face, her eyes red, her voice thin and hoarse: "Rongrong, did I really do something wrong? Should I not have treated him like that back then...?"

"wrong?"

Zhao Rong's eyes widened.

"Where did you go wrong? You did nothing wrong! Zhang Yifan is the one who's wrong!"

Her tone became quick and harsh.

"His affection for you is all fake. He couldn't even withstand such a small test and turned around to find Shen Zhiyi. What does that mean?"

That proves he's a complete jerk! A girl as outstanding and beautiful as you shouldn't be so easily won over.

Was it wrong for you to be reserved? Was it wrong for you to test him?

No! He wasn't sincere enough!

After hearing this, Lin Wanqing's sobs gradually subsided.

She felt that Zhao Rong's words made sense.

That's always been her thinking. She's pretty, her grades are good, and the line of suitors could stretch all the way to the school gate. Why can't she choose? Why can't she test them? Why can't she put on airs?

But......

Her gaze involuntarily drifted to the window. In the corridor, Zhang Yifan was following behind Shen Zhiyi toward the stairwell. The two figures were different heights, one tall and one short, with a difference of exactly half a head.

Sunlight streamed in obliquely through the window, gilding the profiles of both of them with a golden edge.

Looking at the two people standing one in front of the other, she felt a surge of indescribable bitterness in her heart.

"Rongrong," she said, her voice muffled as she looked away, "you're right about everything, but I think... I really care about the sight of Zhang Yifan and Shen Zhiyi standing together."

Zhao Rong's eyes darted around, and she leaned close to Lin Wanqing's ear, whispering in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear: "Wanqing, if you really can't let go of Zhang Yifan, I have a way."

"What method?"

"Ruin Shen Zhiyi's reputation."

Lin Wanqing suddenly looked up, her eyes wide: "What did you say?"

"Shhh-keep it down."

Zhao Rong glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to them before whispering in Lin Wanqing's ear.

"I have a cousin who's involved in some kind of gangster life. I'll have him wait for Shen Zhiyi on the road she always takes home after school, and then... you know. Once word gets out, will Zhang Yifan still want her?"

Lin Wanqing's pupils contracted sharply. She pushed Zhao Rong away, her voice trembling, "How could you do this! A girl's chastity is very important! How can someone do something like this... how can they be human?!"

Zhao Rong shrugged and spread her hands: "Well, there's nothing I can do about it. Anyway, I've come up with the idea; it's up to you whether you use it or not."