Become a Master of Drawing False Hope in a Tragic Novel [GL]

Chapter 34

Shang Qinghui also saw Ji Xiaoxue. The polite but distant smile on her face became even shallower when she saw her.

Shang Qinghui averted her eyes as if she hadn't seen her at all. The classmates and friends around her were chatting happily, but Shang Qinghui didn't pay attention to what they were saying. Her mind was elsewhere.

It wasn't until Ji Xiaoxue blocked her path that Shang Qinghui looked at her, her eyes showing no emotion, as if she were looking at an inanimate object.

Ji Xiaoxue bit her lip, and as others asked her what was wrong and she didn't respond, they exchanged puzzled glances. Finally, she gathered the courage to say, "Shang Qinghui, I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I don't know. Maybe there's nothing for us to talk about."

"If you have something to say, just say it. Can't we listen?"

Whispers from other classmates entered their ears, but Ji Xiaoxue ignored them, only focusing on Shang Qinghui.

Shang Qinghui nodded and turned to the others, saying, "You guys go ahead, I'll catch up later."

Since Shang Qinghui spoke up, the others didn't dare to say much more.

One of them smiled and said, "No problem, we'll wait for you a bit ahead."

"Okay."

After everyone had left, only the two of them remained on the tree-lined avenue.

Streetlights stood in the middle of the road, casting shadows on both sides like another world.

"What's the matter?" Shang Qinghui didn't look at Ji Xiaoxue. Her eyes were empty, as if whatever Ji Xiaoxue said wouldn't cause much of a reaction from her.

"At the talent competition, who ruined your dress? Have you found the culprit?" Ji Xiaoxue asked in a low voice.

Normally, Ji Xiaoxue wouldn't even think about having any contact or entanglement with such an arrogant girl, but at this moment, she suddenly wanted to be brave.

"Culprit?" This word piqued Shang Qinghui's interest, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. "That's an interesting description..."

Shang Qinghui's words stopped there, and she didn't continue.

Ji Xiaoxue didn't mind. "At that time, I thought you believed it was Bian Yingning, but it was actually her who gave you the cup of milk tea you didn't want. She gave it to me."

Shang Qinghui had already guessed this answer, but hearing it directly from Ji Xiaoxue made her feel strangely uncomfortable.

It was like a fishbone stuck in her throat, piercing into her heart.

"Oh, and then?"

"And then? And then I want to tell you that she's not the mastermind. You got the wrong person," Shang Qinghui's attitude was unexpected for Ji Xiaoxue. How could she be so calm?

"So, you're telling me all this to imply that the real culprit is you?"

"Of course not!" Ji Xiaoxue became a bit impatient. "You speak and act without caring about evidence. Do you think you can establish someone's guilt based solely on your suspicion?"

Ji Xiaoxue hit on the point that had been bothering Shang Qinghui during this time. Her face suddenly turned serious. "What? Do you think you have the right to lecture me?"

"After being a teaching assistant for a few days, you start to think of yourself as a teacher, don't you? Have you ever thought about how you got this part-time job?"