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The incident of Chen Mu Yang storming out spread through the department within half a day. The versions varied widely, but the core idea was consistent: I, Ye Zi, had tried to pursue Chen Mu Yang like a toad wanting to eat swan meat, and when that failed, I threw a tantrum in class, driving away the male god.
Tsk, this familiar formula and taste. In my previous life, similar dramas played out frequently. Every time Lin Weiwei caused trouble or upset Chen Mu Yang, it was always me who took the blame or became the scapegoat.
This time was no different. Soon enough, someone was waiting for me downstairs in the dormitory.
Leading the charge was Zhang Li, Lin Weiwei's number one follower and mouthpiece. Behind her were several girls, all indignant, looking at me as if I were some kind of trash.
“Ye Zi, do you still have any shame?” Zhang Li stood with her hands on her hips, nearly spitting in my face with her words. “Brother Mu Yang kindly let you audit his class, and instead of being grateful, you slandered Wei Wei in front of everyone! How could you be so heartless towards such a kind and innocent girl?”
“Exactly! Wei Wei is so upset she’s in tears!” chimed in another girl beside her. “Her health isn’t good to begin with, and you still deliberately provoke her. What are you trying to achieve?”
I held a few books I had just borrowed from the library and watched their performance with amusement. I had to admit, Lin Weiwei had a knack for brainwashing; she always managed to find a few fools to charge into battle for her.
“Are you done?” I asked casually.
Zhang Li was momentarily taken aback by my reaction but quickly grew angrier. “What’s with your attitude? You did something wrong and won’t even admit it?”
“What did I do wrong?” I retorted. “I listened attentively in class and raised questions when I had them. Is that wrong? Or do you think that the only right thing is to worship Chen Mu Yang and Lin Weiwei unconditionally?”
“You’re just making excuses!” Zhang Li’s face turned red with anger. “You’re clearly jealous of Wei Wei! Jealous of how well Brother Mu Yang treats her!”
“Jealous?” I scoffed as if I had heard the biggest joke. “Zhang Li, how long have you been trailing behind Lin Weiwei? What benefits has she given you? Helped you snatch a position in the student council or helped you pursue the heartthrob from the neighboring department? Oh right,” I deliberately dragged out my words, scanning her with my gaze, “last time Wei Wei said she didn’t want that limited edition dress anymore and casually gave it to you. Weren’t you quite happy about that? Why didn’t you wear it today?”
Zhang Li’s face instantly turned pale, her eyes darting away as her lips trembled. “You… how did you know…”
The expressions of the surrounding girls also shifted subtly. Everyone knew that dress was worth quite a bit; Zhang Li came from an ordinary family and couldn’t afford it at all. She had always boasted about saving up to buy it herself—turns out it was something Lin Weiwei discarded?
“If you want to keep something a secret, don’t do it in the first place,” I said, putting away my smile and letting my gaze turn cold. “I’m not interested in your petty squabbles. But if anyone comes to me again with gossip or slander, don’t blame me for being rude.”
I turned to leave.
“Stop!” Zhang Li, seemingly hit where it hurt, angrily reached out to grab my arm.
I sidestepped her grasp and caught her wrist instead, applying just enough pressure.
“Ah!” she cried out in pain, her face turning even whiter.
“A friendly reminder,” I leaned closer to her ear and spoke in a tone only we could hear, “next time you think about getting physical, consider your own strength first. Also, watch your mouth. Some words come with consequences.”
With that, I released her hand and walked into the dormitory without looking back. Behind me, Zhang Li clutched her wrist, both angry and scared but too intimidated to chase after me. The other followers exchanged glances before reluctantly dispersing.
Back in my dorm room, I closed the door behind me, shutting out the noise from outside.
I walked over to my desk and opened the drawer where a partially completed design draft lay quietly inside. It was something I had spent several sleepless nights finishing in my previous life, only for it to be stolen by Lin Weiwei, who casually suggested that “Ye Zi, I think this idea would be better with some modifications.” She took the altered draft to enter an internal Design Competition, won first prize, and secured an internship opportunity at a renowned studio while I nearly failed for not submitting my work on time.
I took out the design draft and looked at the familiar lines, a chill settling in my eyes.
Lin Weiwei, you gained your glory through theft, and for the rest of your life, I will ensure you can't even touch the edges of it!
I picked up a pen and without hesitation marked a large cross over the design draft. Then I took out a new sheet of paper and began to rethink my ideas.
This time, I would win fair and square. Not only would I win, but I would make sure everyone knew who the true original creator was.
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