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People around them cast envious glances, and the Class Flower reveled in the attention, feeling as if she had been reborn, completely shedding her former, obedient self.
However, this lifestyle did not last long. The Class Flower's grades began to plummet, her once fair skin turned dull and rough, and she constantly carried an unmistakable scent of smoke and alcohol. She started skipping classes frequently, sometimes not returning home for the night. Rumors spread through the school like a tidal wave; the once-goddess had transformed into a despised bad girl.
Han Jincheng watched the Class Flower's changes with a mix of heartache and anxiety. She repeatedly urged the Class Flower to leave Ye Jingtai and return to a normal life, but the Class Flower seemed enchanted, ignoring her advice completely.
Finally unable to hold back, Han Jincheng grabbed the Class Flower's hand urgently. "Yao Yao, look at what you've become! You spend all your time with Ye Jingtai—do you think you’re doing right by your parents or yourself?"
The Class Flower shook off Han Jincheng's hand, her eyes glazed and tinged with impatience. "What do you know? As long as I'm happy, that's enough. Stay out of my business!"
Happy? Look at yourself! You don’t look happy at all! Your face is pale, your eyes are hollow, and the smell of smoke is suffocating me!" Han Jincheng pointed at the Class Flower, heartbroken. "You weren't like this before; you were so talented and radiant! Wake up! Ye Jingtai is just playing with you!"
"Playing with me? You're talking nonsense! He loves me!" The Class Flower raised her voice, shouting hysterically.
Love? If he truly loved you, would he take you to those shady places? Would he let you become this way?" Han Jincheng ruthlessly exposed Ye Jingtai's true nature. "He’s just using you—your beauty, your youth!"
Love? Ask him if he dares to say it!" Han Jincheng trembled with anger as she pointed toward Ye Jingtai, who was mingling with a group of friends nearby. Ye Jingtai seemed to sense their gaze and shot them a disdainful glance before wrapping his arm around a heavily made-up girl and walking away.
The Class Flower's eyes flickered for a moment as she forced herself to say, "He’s just putting on a show."
Putting on a show? Are you really fooling yourself? Han Jincheng softened her tone. "Yao Yao, you weren't like this before."
The Class Flower turned her head away, refusing to speak. Deep down, she knew Han Jincheng was right. Ye Jingtai had never said the word "love" to her; he merely enjoyed being adored by her and relished in playing with her feelings. But she had already fallen too deep to extricate herself.
When the midterm exam results came out, the Class Flower's report card was dismal; the bright red numbers felt like slaps across her face. She had dropped from first in her grade to near the bottom. Every subject teacher sought her out for talks, even Teacher Wang, who had always praised her, couldn’t help but shake his head. "Class Flower, what’s going on? You weren’t like this before."
Her classmates began to point fingers at her; the once-goddess had become a target for ridicule.
Su Wanqing, the Class Flower's roommate, who had once been gentle-natured but grew increasingly scheming out of jealousy for the Class Flower's beauty and talent, looked at the Class Flower’s report card with a barely perceptible smirk before feigning concern. "Yao Yao, have you been facing some difficulties lately? Why have your grades dropped so drastically?"
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