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Chapter 116 Sheng Tang’s Good Luck
CHAPTER 116: CHAPTER 116 SHENG TANG’S GOOD LUCK
When Sheng Tang arrived, several girls pulled her aside, seeking her help and asking how she knew about it.
"I really didn’t know. It was my first time making a cake, and I was so flustered that I completely forgot about the kiwi," Sheng Tang said.
She had sought help from Song Chen, who had informed her that Li Zhu would attend and was severely allergic to kiwi. However, Sheng Tang found it difficult to explain this to other classmates.
Even in front of Jiang Baocu, she didn’t reveal the whole truth.
"Really?" The girls doubted it.
"It’s true!" Sheng Tang laughed, "I guess I’m just lucky."
Everyone thought about it and realized that Sheng Tang indeed had some good luck lately.
"Touch your hand, bring me some of that good luck!"
"Me too, me too!"
Sheng Tang couldn’t help but laugh, "Am I a good luck charm?"
Amidst their playful commotion, Feng Yijin arrived at the classroom, glaring at Sheng Tang with resentment.
A classmate gently nudged Sheng Tang, signaling her to look over.
Sheng Tang looked up, meeting Feng Yijin’s hateful gaze directly.
Since she was standing at the door and Sheng Tang sat in the fourth row, many people passed between them, curious about the tension.
"Are Feng Yijin and Sheng Tang fighting again?"
"Feng Yijin used to bully others, but Sheng Tang never loses. It’s hilarious."
It was early morning reading class, and the classroom was chaotic.
Sheng Tang averted her gaze and took out her textbook.
The classmates around her also returned to their seats.
Jiang Baocu covered his face with an English textbook and whispered to Sheng Tang, "Do you think the chairman will let Feng Yijin and Han Xiaozheng off the hook?"
"Li Zhu isn’t hurt, so they probably won’t make things difficult for them. But they might not associate much in the future," Sheng Tang said.
"They’re so awful, why don’t they get punished?" A sharp glint appeared in Jiang Baocu’s eyes.
Sheng Tang smiled, "It’s not that there’s no retribution, it’s just not time yet."
Jiang Baocu laughed.
The news that Feng Yijin and Han Xiaozheng had plotted against Li Zhu spread quickly throughout the school.
Li Zhu was the chairman’s daughter, and everyone knew her. Han Xiaozheng was the vice president of the student council and deputy head of the literature club, also a well-known figure.
Feng Yijin, who dressed oddly and had once trespassed into the boys’ basketball team locker room, had become a laughingstock, familiar to many.
Their scandal was explosive news.
On the school forum, Sheng Tang’s post "To the Oak" was finally overshadowed by this news, falling to the second page.
"Pretty suspicious, who’s spreading the rumors?" Jiang Baocu was very curious.
Sheng Tang’s heart skipped a beat.
She immediately thought of Gu Shiting.
Could Gu Shiting have asked Song Chen to do this?
Huishi High School was a minor asset of the Gu Family, and Song Chen could easily manipulate public opinion and blow up the forum.
Sheng Tang coughed lightly, trying to cover up, "A lot of people were there, over sixty. From all grades and classes, it’s not surprising that it got out."
Jiang Baocu thought so too.
But...
Huishi students were rather shrewd, seemingly sharper than average high school students, adept in social facade.
Considering Han Xiaozheng’s notable status and powerful family background, it seemed unlikely they’d bear the brunt of such rampant rumors.
"Still feels like someone is intentionally targeting Han Xiaozheng," Jiang Baocu speculated, then grew excited, "Sheng Tang, could it be Senior Gu Jiahui?"
Sheng Tang: "..."
Did Jiang Baocu see Gu Jiahui as some epitome of justice?
Clearly, he was a dangerous, shrewd, and ruthless person.
He was utterly unperturbed by Han Xiaozheng’s harm to the innocent; to him, both Sheng Tang and Li Zhu were mere pawns on a chessboard. As long as the game was entertaining, he cared nothing for their fates.
Helping Han Xiaozheng retrieve the scanned documents, likely involved some sort of transaction with the Han Family.