Zhan Jingrui had given him a ride twice, and according to He Yao, today was the last time.
It just so happened that the class monitor saw them again today.
Two followers were beside her, brainstorming.
"That's not right, Class Monitor. You said He Yao lives on Binjiang Road, and Zhan Jingrui lives at Number Seven Mansion. They're in completely opposite directions, so how could he be giving her a ride?"
"If yesterday's encounter was a coincidence, it's understandable, but what about today?"
"Could He Yao be seeing you as a rival, thinking you're going to snatch Zhan Jingrui from her, and deliberately lying to you, not speaking a single word of truth?"
The class monitor had known Zhan Jingrui since the first year of high school.
His legendary status, handsome, aloof, and always at the top of his academic performance, had always been the subject of gossip among the younger female students.
Before, she had only observed him from afar. This year, she finally got into the same class as him, only to find him unresponsive to her.
It was bad enough that he ignored her, but he was also getting so close to He Yao, this newly transferred student who was good for nothing. The class monitor felt completely humiliated.
How was she inferior to He Yao?
Was it her family background, her studies, her looks, or her popularity?
Good students usually stuck together for warmth, but Zhan Jingrui was willingly degenerating, not afraid of lowering his standards by associating with such a person.
Yesterday, she had almost believed He Yao's words, but today she saw that the girl was indeed just as the rumors said.
She looked honest, but was full of schemes behind her back.
Especially when it came to dealing with men.
She absolutely could not let Zhan Jingrui fall into her trap.
But how could she expose her true colors?
The girls huddled together, discussing their plan as they walked. Soon, a strategy was devised.
During the third period of the morning, physics class.
He Yao was listening groggily when the person in front of her suddenly shook her desk, signaling her to look at her hand.
He Yao lowered her head, seeing the person holding a book and wanting to give it to her.
She had never met the person in front of her and had never spoken a word to her for so long.
Why would she be giving her something out of the blue?
He Yao wasn't that curious. She glanced at it and pretended not to see.
The person in front waited for a moment, and seeing no reaction from her, turned back and impatiently threw the notebook onto her desk.
With a "clang," He Yao didn't catch it, and the book fell to the floor.
The physics teacher heard the noise and looked over.
Because of the incident last time, the physics teacher had quite a negative opinion of He Yao.
Seeing her causing trouble, he naturally walked over.
"Why aren't you paying attention to class?"
He Yao pushed her stool away and picked up the book to hand it to the teacher.
"It wasn't me causing trouble. I don't know who threw it."
The physics teacher took the book and his expression changed.
He stared at He Yao for several seconds. Seeing that she was composed and seemed genuinely unaware of what it was, he turned and addressed the whole class.
"Whose item is this? Who threw it? You're not paying attention during class and are studying all sorts of junk? How many times have I told you..."
He walked towards the podium holding the item, and as he did, he launched into his usual lecture.
The person in front turned back and gave He Yao a resentful look.
He Yao was glad she hadn't responded to her and quietly sat back down.
After class, the class monitor's clique called the person in front over, mocking her for being useless and unable to handle such a small matter, and almost exposing them.
Such a superior-feeling girl clique not only championed sticking together but was also particularly sarcastic.
The person in front, being ridiculed by everyone, felt embarrassed and thought she had to find a way to regain her dignity.
At lunch, in the cafeteria, she kept staring at He Yao.
Until He Yao got her food and turned away from the window. Holding a bowl of hot soup, she "accidentally" bumped into her.
Such accidental collisions while carrying food happened occasionally in the cafeteria, and people were used to it, but still, quite a few people watched the spectacle.
With a "clang," He Yao's tray fell to the floor, food splattered on her leg, and hot soup spilled onto her chest.
Before she could say anything, the person in front of her shifted the blame.
"How do you walk? Don't you have eyes? You almost scalded me to death! And my clothes, look what you've done to me!"
Her close friends came over to "care" for her, but not a single one spoke up for He Yao, who was clearly in a much worse state.
He Yao knew it wasn't a coincidence and that the person in front had done it intentionally. After a moment of speechlessness, she decided not to eat and squatted down to clean up the dirty floor.
Unexpectedly, someone "accidentally" stepped on her hand again.
So childish, playing such low-level and boring tricks in this day and age?
She subtly withdrew her hand, picked up her tray, stood up, and splashed the remaining food onto the group of girls.
Without saying a word, she turned and walked out of the cafeteria, amidst the stunned stares of the crowd and the shrieks of the girls.
The one-hour lunch break was used by some for naps, some for games, and some for dating.
However, today, it was all used to talk about He Yao.
She was so rebellious. Apparently, at her previous school, she was even more brazen, often skipping classes and getting into fights, all recounted vividly.
He Yao, who had done nothing, suddenly became the rebellious delinquent in everyone's eyes.
But she was already used to it.
At some point, being beautiful also became a mistake, and she had long been accustomed to being attacked by the girls.
Pretending not to hear the discussions about her, she went to the restroom after the lunch break. The person in front, along with the girls from lunch, followed her to the restroom.
"That's great, He Yao. You threw food at me in front of so many people. Do you think you're all that just because you know some people who don't go to school? Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
"You have to apologize to me today, or I'll make you pay!"
He Yao opened the door to a toilet cubicle with one hand. Hearing this, she turned to look at her.
"Don't you know what really happened? Make me pay? How will you make me pay?"
"I can give you a few options. Choose yourself: get slapped, pay money, or have your other hand broken. Choose as you see fit."
Her mother had said this was a prestigious school, and all the students who got in were either good students or from good families, with the highest quality in the entire Su City.
But in her opinion, these people were no different from the girls at her old school.
He Yao had been sparring with He Chuan since she was young, and she hated it the most when people spoke to her in that tone.
"What if I choose none of them?"
"You're asking for death!"
The person in front raised her hand viciously. He Yao didn't dodge. Instead, she pushed the door open just as the slap landed on the person's clean left cheek.
He Yao bumped into the wall with her left shoulder and landed on a dirty squat toilet with her right hand, knocking over a dirty trash can.
Some girls from other classes came in to use the restroom and happened to witness this scene.
The person in front pointed at her and yelled, "Why are you pretending to be weak? You fall over with just a light touch. Are you trying to scam me? Get up!"
Some of the onlookers tried to persuade her, "Stop scolding her. She seems to have fainted. Quickly call a teacher!"