Fang Hui's little thoughts and happiness didn't last long.
It had to be said: people who seemed lively, cheerful, generous, and carefree were bound to be carrying wounds inside, as long as they weren't stupid.
With no one to comfort her—and not needing anyone to—Lin Jiamo thought things over all night. The next day, she was just as lively as ever, bouncing around.
But at lunchtime, with Zhao Ye looking despairing and Chen Xun and Qiao Ran looking disappointed, she bounced over to Wang Yan.
Hearing the laughter and playful commotion behind them, the three of them found their food tasteless.
"Can't you think of something?" Zhao Ye asked Chen Xun beside him.
"If I could, do you think I'd have waited until now? It's not like we can just kill him, is it?" Chen Xun said irritably.
Even if they really wanted to take Wang Yan out, setting aside whether they could handle the consequences, whether they could even pull it off was another question. Had they forgotten how strong he was?
Besides, they'd just been spoiled, used to throwing their weight around. It wasn't as if they'd reached the point of resorting to violence.
The three exchanged glances and sighed. "Ah..."
The class had changed so much they barely recognized it.
Though high schoolers understood a lot of things, their thinking was inevitably still immature. They weren't very good at putting on an act, so they couldn't help making their likes and dislikes clear. You two are no good, so I'm hanging out with him instead; I shouldn't hang out with you anymore. That sort of thing was unavoidable. Even adults acted that way sometimes.
They thought Wang Yan's words made sense. Those who didn't see the point heard everyone else saying it did, and came around to