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nShe and Song Yaoyao were two extremes.

nSong Yaoyao appeared harmless and cute, but she was very dismissive. Apart from the people she cared about, not many things attracted her attention.

nStudents continued to walk past and Tang Xinrou overheard a conversation.

n“Hey, did you hear? The rain apparently stopped because Beauty Song prayed to the Gods!”

n“Really? Isn’t that too mysterious?”

n“Don’t be skeptical. I saw it with my own eyes. The rain stopped as soon as she finished speaking. Amazing, right?”

n“F*ck! Yes, that’s amazing!”

nTang Xinrou paused and knitted her brows. “Song Jingwan? What does this have to do with her? That fake b*tch tries to get involved in everything…”

nShe was extremely frustrated. “Yaoyao, you clearly—”

n“Shhh…”

nSong Yaoyao placed her finger to her lips. “It was just a coincidence. There are many coincidences that can’t be explained by science. Besides, no one can be lucky forever, right?”

nLooking into her dark, moist eyes, there was a clear sense of awareness and logic.

nShe was nothing like how she appeared.

nTang Xinrou’s frustration immediately disappeared. “Yes, there’s no need to tell everyone about it. We don’t need people to grovel at our feet like Song Jingwan.”

nBut deep down, she still felt this was related to Song Yaoyao.

nAfter she spoke earlier, the rain began to stop.

nBesides, an evil person like Song Jingwan was already fortunate enough to not be punished by God. How could she be lucky? She wasn’t fair and delicate with a lucky appearance like Song Yaoyao!

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nA short moment after Song Yaoyao boarded her car, Song Jingwan also stepped in.

nShe hummed a song and glanced at Song Yaoyao.

n“You seem to be in a good mood, Sis,” Song Yaoyao said with a smile as she looked at Song Jingwan

n“Yes, I was originally in a good mood. But after I saw you, my mood decreased by half…” Song Jingwan laughed in ridicule as she lowered her head and played with her phone.

nSong Yaoyao shrugged. “As luck would have it, I feel the same.”

nThe driver listened to their quarreling and took a deep breath. How he wished he was deaf.

nWhen Zhou Manli saw Song Yaoyao return home on time, her expression didn’t improve much.

nShe grabbed onto Song Jingwan and asked, “Are you cold? Hurry inside first. This storm was too sudden.” After she spoke, she suddenly remembered something and turned to glance at Song Yaoyao. “You, come in too,” she said in a tone of pity.

nSong Jingwan hooked her arm with Zhou Manli’s affectionately. “Mom, let me tell you, just then at school, I encountered something extremely coincidental. I randomly asked for the rain to stop and guess what happened!”

n“Did the rain actually stop?” Zhou Manli asked excitedly.

n“Yes! Don’t you think that was too coincidental?”

n“Oh, that was no coincidence. Our Wanwan has always been lucky. God is watching over you!” Zhou Manli was overjoyed. Confident that her daughter was lucky, she patted her on the head proudly.

nOn the other hand, when her eyes fell upon Song Yaoyao, she chose to ignore her.

nSince it rained earlier, Song Yaoyao glanced at the path up ahead and saw that it was still wet.

nWarning them indifferently, she said, “You better walk around. It’s slippery—”

nThump—

nBefore she finished speaking, she paused.

nZhou Manli slipped and fell on the ground, pulling Song Jingwan down with her.

nThey lay sprawled on the ground in a not-so-elegant manner.

nSong Yaoyao blinked. They couldn’t blame her. She had warned them.

nIt seemed, even God couldn’t stand them.

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