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Wen Maixue did it on purpose. She’s an outstanding speaker, and Su Ziceng thought that from the beginning of the conversation to now, the moment Wen Maixue most enjoyed was right now. She skillfully manipulated everyone’s emotions and crushed their confidence. At this moment, those with slightly weaker mental resilience couldn’t bear it.
As expected, among the ten female students, another two stood up. One of them said, "What a waste of time, had I known, I wouldn’t have listened to my family and come to study at Kelly Women’s College." The student walked out proudly without a backward glance.
Following her was Yu Feng, who still had an uncertain look in her eyes. Leaving here meant she would never see Teacher Pello again, but her family had already arranged for her a marriage with a first-class wealthy heir, and even if she graduated from Kelly Women’s College, she would have made the same choice to marry. If the outcome was the same, it was better to leave earlier than to suffer unnecessarily.
There were now eight teachers left, including Wen Maixue, so few that their breaths could be counted.
"Is this finally it?" Wen Maixue was still satisfied with the number.
"Wait," Su Ziceng stood up, her gaze already lifted from the handbook.
Wen Maixue’s slender eyebrows lifted slightly, not expecting that even Su Ziceng would choose... to leave. Before really "knowing" Su Ziceng, Wen Maixue never took this nouveau riche miss of the Su Family seriously.
Before Su Ziceng enrolled at Kelly Women’s College, because of Pello, she had intentionally collected all sorts of information about Su Ziceng. Su Ziceng was arrogant, rude, and vulgar, almost the embodiment of every possible flaw of the second-generation rich.
Indeed, when Wen Maixue first met Su Ziceng, that impression held true. But over more than a year, Su Ziceng was like a dusty pearl cleaned of grime, emitting a different luster.
Wen Maixue preferred to believe Kelly Women’s School had changed Su Ziceng and refused to admit that it was Su Ziceng’s innate nature. Like today, Su Ziceng finally revealed the "rich second-generation" trait of knowing when to retreat, which matched with her.
"Wen Zimu is still alive? She also studied at Kelly Women’s School?" on the contact handbook Wen Maixue provided, there was a clear photo of Wen Zimu, listed among the elite of Kelly from the past fifty years, but it didn’t detail their current status.
On the handbook was just one photo of Wen Zimu from a fashion show, a small picture less than two inches. The woman in the photo danced gracefully with a piercing gaze that was unforgettable. To some extent, her clothes seemed merely an accessory to Wen Zimu. Such an image of Wen Zimu and that of Sister Mu today hardly seemed to belong to the same person.
"She’s already dead," Wen Maixue’s voice nearly roared out. For a moment, Su Ziceng saw fear in Wen Maixue’s eyes. After these words, no one else in the classroom asked any questions.
Wen Maixue left in a hurry without even collecting the materials on the podium.
Su Ziceng looked at the handbook, and the first person she thought of was Pello. She forgot that Pello, who knew both Wen Maixue and Sister Mu, might know more about the inside story.
Stepping out of the classroom, it was now midday. At this hour, Pello should be on his way to the cafeteria or in the greenhouse.
As winter approached, the sunshine on her skin induced a certain laziness. Walking down the path to the cafeteria, she did not see Pello’s distinctive face, so Su Ziceng remembered the seafood rice in the teachers’ cafeteria that got everyone’s fingers moving, and decided to seek out Pello in the greenhouse and scrounge a meal.
Indeed, there were voices in the greenhouse. Su Ziceng walked a few steps, then remembered, the female students who left today would likely come to bid farewell to Pello. She wondered what Pello’s reaction would be amidst all the girls who hated to leave.
Imagining Pello’s reaction, Su Ziceng felt mischievously inclined. She tiptoed closer to the greenhouse and was about to startle the people inside when she reached the door.
Wen Maixue was embracing Pello, the two standing so closely together they seemed to merge into one. Pello spoke softly, comforting her with eyes full of endless affection, his hands gently patting Wen Maixue, using a tender voice Su Ziceng had never heard from him, like coaxing a child.