Until her second year of high school, when her mother passed away, she was finally recognized by the Song Family, turning into Miss Song overnight, admired by everyone at school.
With the family changes, she became much more mature, and Wu Qing didn’t dare to bully her anymore.
But after that, Wu Qing actually hated her even more.
The poor girl she used to oppress suddenly became the school’s admired young lady. For someone as proud and arrogant as Wu Qing, it was naturally unacceptable.
It was only because Song Shijia had something on her that she couldn’t do anything to her each time.
Yun Qiluo listened, looking sympathetic and compassionate:
"Well, you’re quite unlucky, sharing the same school with her in junior high, high school, and university."
Even though she knew Yun Qiluo was trying to comfort her, why did she still feel like she was stabbed in the heart?
She thought of something serious and said, "Anyway, she’s no good. She’s now the president of Ji Ruofeng’s fan club, organizing a bunch of girls to fight off trolls on forums and Weibo every day."
It was Yun Qiluo’s first time witnessing a fan club president, and she widened her eyes: "Wow, does she like Ji Ruofeng?"
Song Shijia nodded: "She’s liked him since high school, and she came to Nan University because of him."
"Is Ji Ruofeng in the same school as her?"
"No, but Ji Ruofeng was quite popular online in high school, and he still has hundreds of thousands of followers on Weibo now."
Back then, Song Shijia didn’t pay much attention to these things. It wasn’t until university that she vaguely heard about Ji Ruofeng.
Song Shijia reminded her again: "Since you’re now getting along with Ji Ruofeng, you’d better be careful. Wu Qing is quite nauseating. She doesn’t dare mess with me because I know a lot about her."
High school and junior high school violence, mixing with bad crowd, and even having an abortion — any of these would be enough to ruin Wu Qing in this school.
Otherwise, how could someone like Wu Qing be so calm today?
Yun Qiluo obediently nodded, understanding the gist of it: Wu Qing is not a good person, better to stay away.
Anyway, she shouldn’t have a chance to bump into her.
Lost in listening to Song Shijia’s story, by the time Yun Qiluo reached the school gate, half of what was in her hands was still uneaten.
Before she got out of the school gate, she saw the Yan Family’s driver waiting for her at the entrance.
Yun Qiluo quickly packed up the food and ran over: "Driver Uncle, how come you’re at the school gate?"
The driver felt relieved to see her and smiled: "Miss Yun, I noticed you hadn’t come out, so I thought of going in to find you."
"I was talking with a friend, that’s why I’m late."
As Yun Qiluo said this, she turned and waved her little hand toward Song Shijia.
Song Shijia realized it must be her family, nodded, and turned to leave.
After Song Shijia left, Yun Qiluo followed the driver to where the car was parked.
Halfway there, she suddenly sensed something and stopped in her tracks.
Frowning, she turned sharply to look in a certain direction at the campus fence.
There, a girl was holding up a phone, the camera pointed towards Yun Qiluo.
Perhaps not expecting her to be so alert and look over, the girl glanced at her, immediately put away the phone, and ran off guiltily.
Yun Qiluo wrinkled her little nose, thinking for a long time but couldn’t figure out what’s so interesting about her to record.
And she didn’t recognize that girl either.
The driver sensed something was off and asked quickly, "Miss Yun, what’s wrong?"
Yun Qiluo shook her head: "Nothing, just someone was taking pictures of me just now."