Chapter 365: 168 Fairness (Second Revision)

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Today is registration day, and tomorrow is the official start of school.

After distributing the new textbooks, everyone went home.

Long-time no-see classmates made plans to go shopping together. They grouped together in twos and threes, discussing which milk tea to drink and which restaurant had new dishes.

Zhu Xiangxiang packed her bag slowly, and when most people had left, she stood up and left with her book bag.

“Wu Jiajia.” She called out to Wu Jiajia, who was about to leave the room.

Wu Jiajia paused in her steps. Almost everyone in the class had left by then, leaving only the two of them and two boys who were on duty.

“Xiangxiang.” Wu Jiajia turned back and looked at her.

Zhu Xiangxiang walked up to her, “Don’t you recognize me anymore?”

Wu Jiajia clutched the straps of her book bag, lowering her head guiltily, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, but I don’t want to be isolated.”

Girls at this age are the most sensitive. They know which cliques to join, whom they shouldn’t offend, and whom they should stay away from.

In the past, Zhu Xiangxiang was the school beauty and a well-courted rich girl. Everyone wanted to flatter her and look up to her, but Zhu Mingjing’s arrival changed everything.

Given a choice between a genuine and a counterfeit item, even a fool would know how to choose.

All of Zhu Xiangxiang’s glory was snatched away by Zhu Mingjing, and now it’s an even stronger glory than before.

Moreover, Zhu Xiangxiang had been kicked out of the Zhu family, her current family couldn’t even be considered well-off. Wu Jiajia looked down on her a little and even felt a bit of schadenfreude. Although she shouldn’t think this way, in the past, Zhu Xiangxiang had been haughty and proud. She always put on airs as a school beauty and rich girl, and both she and Huang Yue had to cater to her. To outsiders, they were nothing more than Zhu Xiangxiang’s sidekicks.

Now the tide had turned, and Wu Jiajia knew that it was immoral to take joy in others’ misfortunes, so she tried her best to stay away.

“Jiajia, I didn’t expect you to think like this too. I’m really disappointed.” Zhu Xiangxiang said with a heartbroken expression.

“I think it’s better for you to transfer to another school given your current situation.” Wu Jiajia kindly suggested.

That way, she wouldn’t have to face Zhu Xiangxiang anymore.

Without waiting for Zhu Xiangxiang’s response, Wu Jiajia turned around and left the classroom.

Transfer to another school? Why should she?

Zhu Xiangxiang clenched her fists indignantly.

Shengde High School is the best private high school in Jiangzhou. Ordinary people can’t get in. Why should she transfer?

Zhu Xiangxiang took a deep breath, as if swallowing a bitter pill.

These fair-weather people would regret it someday.

Zhu Xiangxiang had stayed behind to avoid seeing Ming Jing. Did she want to watch her bask in the praises and adoration of everyone? Zhu Xiangxiang was afraid that she might die of anger on the spot.

As she expected, the school was empty when she left the classroom.

After walking out of the school gate, Zhu Xiangxiang’s gaze shifted, and she saw a familiar car across the street.

Zhu Xiangxiang’s mind went numb for a moment.

It was Lin Qing’s car. She wouldn’t get it wrong. There were only two red Ferraris in Jiangzhou—one belonged to Zhao Qin, and the other belonged to Lin Qing.

Zhao Qin was in her senior year and had started school half a month earlier, so it was impossible for her to be here.

So it could only be Lin Qing.

Why was she here? To pick up Zhu Mingjing?

But Zhu Mingjing had left a long time ago.

Zhu Xiangxiang considered the possibility, her whole body trembling with excitement.

Lin Qing was here to see her.

As Zhu Xiangxiang walked forward without showing her excitement, she rejoiced in her heart.

Lin Qing still couldn’t let go of her. Zhu Xiangxiang knew her well. Even though she had done something to hurt Lin Qing before, the love and care Lin Qing had given her in the past sixteen years were genuine.

Zhu Mingjing, you have calculated everything, but you have miscalculated human hearts.

Zhu Xiangxiang curved her lips, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

The red sports car on the opposite side of the street drove at a snail’s pace, always staying in line with Zhu Xiangxiang.

Zhu Xiangxiang squinted and took out her phone to make a call; “Where are you?”

Zhao Xiaohui, who was taking care of Deng Yang in the hospital, rushed out with her mobile phone to answer the call.

“What’s wrong? Xiangxiang, I’m working outside. What do you need from mom?”

Zhao Xiaohui turned and looked at the ward. There was no money to afford a single room, so they could only stay in this crowded ward with more than ten patients. The noise was unbearable, and patients couldn’t rest well.

In the closest bed to the entrance, a thin little boy subconsciously opened his mouth to call for his mother. Zhao Xiaohui hurried over to cover his mouth, gesturing with her eyes for him not to speak.

The little boy looked at her with his big eyes, nodding obediently.