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The other students in the library frowned, afraid to speak, silently enduring the discomfort.
Zhang Sen continued to read with his head down, as if he hadn't heard anything.
He was clearly directing his words at us, deliberately speaking loudly: "People these days are really interesting, making useless efforts, hoping to change a fate that has long been predetermined."
Damn it, let me correct that; those words were aimed solely at me.
I could only force myself to ignore them and continue focusing on my homework.
But the smell of smoke in the air grew stronger, making my eyes sting.
"Put out that cigarette!" The supervising teacher suddenly appeared from nowhere and slapped Xue Yang on the head.
With both the person and the smoke finally gone, I sighed in relief.
Zhang Sen put down his pen and looked at me softly, asking, "Are you okay?"
I sighed again, "I'm fine, just that smoke smell is unpleasant."
Zhang Sen gently comforted me, "Don't pay attention to them."
"Studying is important; don't let them affect your mood."
I nodded and immersed myself back into my books.
As the college entrance examination approached, the atmosphere at school became increasingly tense. Everyone was busy reviewing, and the hallways were no longer filled with the usual noise; even the voices had quieted down significantly.
During the assembly, the school playground was crowded with people waiting for the principal's speech.
Zhang Sen stood at the front of the line in his uniform as an outstanding student representative.
Meanwhile, I casually stood at the back of the line with my hands in my pockets, swaying slightly.
He turned his head, his gaze finding me, and gave a helpless smile.
I responded with a big smile in his direction.
Looking around, I spotted Xue Yang standing in the crowd, tightly gripping his phone, a confident smile on his face.
A brother beside him seemed to be whispering something.
Xue Yang snorted a couple of times, excitement lacing his voice as he ran up to the stage.
I suddenly felt uneasy and wanted to find Zhang Sen, only to realize that it was now his turn to speak.
Zhang Sen was slowly walking onto the stage.
The atmosphere instantly became tense, all eyes focused on the two of them.
"Before the speech, I have something to take up everyone's time."
"Xue Yang," Zhang Sen's voice rang out, still carrying a hint of laughter.
"I know what you want to do."
"But before that, please listen to a recording."
Xue Yang's expression changed, anxiety flooding his heart: "What are you going to do?"
Zhang Sen didn't answer him but directly took out his phone from his pocket and pressed play.
"Lin Wei, just listen to me. Zhang Sen could never like you... Li Xiaoxiao will eventually be mine." Xue Yang's voice came through the speakers, crystal clear.
Then came the details of how he planned to manipulate me and force me to get close to Zhang Sen, along with his true intentions regarding Li Xiaoxiao.
The recording thoughtfully omitted the unpleasant content, which must have been intentional on Zhang Sen's part.
The crowd erupted in an uproar, all eyes incredulously fixed on Xue Yang.
Xue Yang's face turned pale, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.
He certainly didn't expect that his initial plan and conversation had been recorded by Zhang Sen.
In fact, I didn't expect it either.
Zhang Sen had hidden it very well.
"You..." Xue Yang's voice trembled slightly, "When did you record this?"
"When you were caught up in your own arrogance," Zhang Sen replied calmly.
"I knew all your tricks from the very beginning."
Xue Yang clenched his fists, wishing he could rush over and snatch the recorder from Zhang Sen.
But it was already too late.
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