"It's not that science classes are bad, it's just that Yaoyao is better at humanities. Do you remember why you insisted on choosing science, which has lower scores, before?"
The girl suddenly paused, a look of confusion on her face, and subconsciously said, "I don't remember either. In junior high, I always wanted to study humanities... I have a vague feeling that someone said something to me..."
"What did you say?"
"...It seems that only by studying science can one study finance and gain recognition from one's family...I come from the countryside, and if I perform too well, I'll be ostracized by my classmates..."
The group looked at each other in bewilderment.
Was she respected by her family? Or ostracized by her classmates? Perhaps because the sadness and helplessness on the girl's face were so real, no one doubted her words and followed her line of thought.
To be honest, the students at this elite school are mostly from prominent families, or at the very least, nouveau riche. From the perspective of inheriting the family business, studying science and finance is indeed a suitable option.
Moreover, transfer students from the countryside who are too out of place often face cold treatment and exclusion from their classmates.
But it is precisely because what he said is true that it is so infuriating!
It was so real that Nan Yao, who wasn't good at science, decided to study science, which led to her grades getting worse and worse and her being looked down upon by others.
She was capable, but deliberately pretended to be stupid. In addition, her science grades continued to decline. She no longer needed to pretend; things would only get worse, completely blocking her chances of being accepted and befriended by her classmates.
Luo Ziqing clenched her fist and slammed it heavily on the table: "Yaoyao, do you remember who told you this?"
"I don't remember, I can't recall it, I can't remember it no matter how hard I try, I don't even know if someone really told me this, or if I'm just imagining it in my dream..." She frowned, then suddenly clutched her head in pain, her face turning pale, "My head hurts so much!"
Everyone was startled. Yiwen shouted, "Don't let her think about it! 'Retrograde amnesia' cannot be stimulated. Forcing Yaoyao to recall could cause even greater harm!"
The students were startled and quickly grabbed Tongsu's arm, helping her pour water and pat her back: "Yaoyao, let's not think about it anymore, let's not think about it anymore."
"We would never look down on you, Yaoyao. Don't worry, we love students who do well in their studies the most."
"Exactly! Does that mean only science students can study management in the future? Our Guanghua School of Management at Beijing University admits both arts and science students!"
"Yes, yes, so we all need to study hard and work together!"
As everyone offered their advice, a touched smile appeared on the girl's pale face, softening their hearts even more.
The bell rang quickly, and everyone hurried back to their seats. Although the topic had changed, one question lingered in their minds.
—Who said those two sentences to Nan Yao?
She undoubtedly harbors ill intentions towards Nanyao. From a purely economic perspective, who would benefit the most if Nanyao were destroyed?
The most likely possibility is...
Xue Yu's expression changed, and Luo Ziqing's face suddenly turned cold. Many classmates were shocked and surprised.
The biggest threat posed by Nan Yao's existence is none other than the Nan family's only "eldest daughter"!
Tong Su's eyes flickered, and she chuckled softly.
She wasn't lying; every word she said was exactly what Nan Weixia had told her back then.
In the original storyline, no one knew any of this. The original owner died, and no one would get pregnant, Nan Weixia.
But now, things are different!
Public opinion can be a powerful weapon.
Regardless of the undercurrents among the students, Tong Su went home as usual after class in the evening. Her villa was empty, luxurious but lifeless. Her parents were not there, and Nan Yun Shen had not returned either.
She sighed softly.
I've missed him after not seeing him for several days.
Nan Weixia didn't dare to approach Tong Su again. Tong Su was happy to have some peace and quiet. She ate a few bites of her late-night snack and went back to her bedroom to study.
Humanities studies require more memorization. She closed the book, closed her eyes, and softly recited a poem she had just learned: "...Wine has become sparse since we parted, and tears are exhausted in sorrow. I think of the deep clouds of Chu, and though we are far apart, we are near at the ends of the earth."
Before she could finish the last sentence, the bedroom door clicked open, and the young man's deep, slightly hoarse voice, tinged with laughter, sounded from behind her.
"Thinking back to... Chu Yun Shen? Yao Yao, are you actually flirting with me?"
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