"Fame comes with its share of trouble, but you get used to it." As long as no one said it to her face, Shen Mianmian pretended she hadn’t heard.
"Mianmian, why do I feel like when you say that, it’s a bit like you’re praising yourself?" Yang Xiaoxi eyed Shen Mianmian suspiciously.
"Miss Yang, class is about to start, let’s not cause a scene." Shen Mianmian dragged her to their seats and started flipping through her textbook.
As usual, the two attended classes and had meals together, and the day went by joyfully.
The next morning, as soon as they arrived in the classroom, they heard explosive news: Cheng Feiyang had been dragged into an alley and beaten up after school the day before. Combined with the morning’s incident of him bullying Shen Mianmian, everyone unanimously believed that the person who had hit him had been sent by Shen Mianmian.
So, when Shen Mianmian entered the classroom, she noticed everyone’s looks were off.
Everyone deliberately kept their distance from her, as if they were afraid of offending her by accident.
Yang Xiaoxi didn’t understand, "What does Cheng Feiyang getting beaten have to do with us? Why is everyone looking at us as if they’ve seen a ghost?"
Shen Mianmian couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "Everyone suspects that we were the ones who had Cheng Feiyang beaten up."
"Do these people all have a persecution complex?" Yang Xiaoxi said incredulously, "If they want to fight, they should do it to our faces, who would do such things behind someone’s back! Isn’t that an insult?"
She wasn’t quiet, and the students who heard her all looked their way in unison.
Shen Mianmian tapped her on the forehead, "Keep it down, Miss. Otherwise, people will really think we did it." She definitely didn’t want to take the blame for this.
"These people are all idiots."
Yang Xiaoxi couldn’t help but complain.
Fortunately, although there were private suspicions, there was no concrete evidence, and Cheng Feiyang, for reasons unknown, did not report the incident to the school, so the matter was dropped. Check latest chapters at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽
By Wednesday noon, Shen Mianmian and Yang Xiaoxi were running late and didn’t have time for breakfast. As soon as the class ended, the two, ravished by hunger, dashed to the cafeteria.
The two ran quickly and managed to get to the front of the line with only three or four people ahead of them. Both were slightly out of breath, and Yang Xiaoxi gasped, "Mianmian, it’s good we ran fast. If we were any slower, we’d be hungry for so much longer. Last time they ran out of chicken, this time we must get some."
"If you want chicken, next time we can buy some and cook it ourselves; I’ll make sure you have enough." Both of them had kitchens where they lived and would cook on weekends, but since killing chickens was troublesome—as the chickens for sale were live and neither of them had the heart to kill one themselves—they hadn’t done so.
Yang Xiaoxi had also thought about this and said, "Killing a chicken by ourselves is too much trouble. I can’t bring myself to do it, so it’s better to just eat a little in the cafeteria to satisfy the craving, especially since the cafeteria auntie makes it quite well."
In those days, meat was expensive, and people didn’t usually indulge in it. She and Shen Mianmian were already living quite lavishly.
Unbeknownst to them, at the moment when Yang Xiaoxi called out "Mianmian," the second person in line ahead of them stiffened briefly.
While they were talking, it was this person’s turn to get food. The cafeteria auntie asked what he wanted, and he pointed to the chicken and a green vegetable. As she served him, she remarked curiously, "Young man, you’re usually quite outspoken. Why so quiet this time? Not speaking at all. Is it because there are two pretty girls lined up behind you?"
Her words caught the attention of Yang Xiaoxi and Shen Mianmian, who subconsciously glanced at the boy in front of them. They didn’t think much of it at first, but once they saw him, they were both taken aback.