"Yaoyao, I used to think she was kind, but now I see she's not pure at all..."

"Straight man, you actually think she's kind? We girls saw through her a long time ago! I told you, but you didn't believe me. You always said it was because girls were jealous of her. It's hilarious."

"What is Nan Weixia doing here out of the blue? She's not in our class, what's she doing here?"

"that is."

"Alright, let's not talk about those weirdos anymore, let's continue drawing! Yaoyao, I didn't expect you to draw so well. Can you draw a little person on my nails? I have a full set of nail art tools here, can you do a beautiful manicure for me?"

"Yeah, yeah, Yaoyao, can you draw one for me too? We're best friends!"

Nanyao——

Nan Weixia heard this and jealousy gnawed at her heart like a snake, making her even more resentful.

Why did Nan Yao gain the support of her classmates so quickly? Why did Xue Yu protect her? Why did Luo Ziqing treat her like a sister?

Is it just because Nan Yao is the Nan family's biological child?

Is it because Nan Yao is the rightful heir?

She was not willing to accept it!

Nan Weixia recalled Nan Yao's changes; it seemed as if she had become a completely different person ever since she lost her memory...

She bit her lip, a hint of suspicion flashing in her eyes. Could amnesia really change a person's personality completely? She almost suspected that Nan Yao was faking it, but subconsciously denied it.

impossible.

Nan Yao might be clever, but she has too low emotional intelligence, is too stupid, and is extremely jealous of herself. How could she possibly call her "little sister" so sweetly?

What could she possibly keep to herself?

Nan Yao could never fake it so convincingly!

Could all of this really be a coincidence?

Nan Weixia suddenly felt a sense of powerless exhaustion.

It seemed as if all her carefully laid plans had failed overnight. Everything was different from what she had envisioned. She wanted to make changes, but she couldn't, and no one was following her orders anymore...

There was also an inexplicable sense of unease creeping in, as if she would encounter something even more terrifying in the near future!

Feeling lost and at a loss.

While Nan Weixia was on the verge of collapse and feeling uneasy, Tong Su was very happy.

This morning, when I arrived at the classroom, several girls were playing with nail polish and UV lamps. When they saw Tongsu, they insisted on getting their nails painted too.

Applying solid-color gel polish is easy, but painting on nails is too difficult, which is a real headache for girls.

Tongsu casually mentioned that she could draw, which delighted the girls who insisted that she try. So she drew a cute, chibi-style figure on the girl's fingernail, which was so lifelike and adorable that the girl hugged her and screamed with joy.

When Nan Weixia arrived, she saw half the class of girls gathered around, asking Tongsu to draw one for them.

"My nails look so beautiful! Yaoyao, you're so good at drawing and studying. If I were half as good as you, my parents would be ecstatic!"

"Yes, yes!"

The girl in the wheelchair gave a shy and obedient smile.

Once the students in Class 8 of the Arts Department opened the door to her, they immediately regarded her as one of their own. As soon as Tong Su arrived, she deliberately showed off her academic achievements and talent in the humanities, and successfully won the welcome of the top students.

Now she can also paint on her nails with gel polish, and the playful classmates in the class also worship her as a master artist.

"You should have studied humanities! If you had come directly to the humanities class when you were assigned to a science class, you would definitely be at the top or even among the top students now—why did you go to the science class? It's a waste of your talent."