“You see, why hasn’t anything like me being splashed with water ever happened before?”

“The fortune teller also said that if I continue causing trouble with others, I’ll keep having bad luck. But if those around me are good people, I’ll benefit from that too.”

Chang Xiaozhen looked bewildered, “Is that really a thing?”

“Yes.”

A boy scratched his head in confusion, “Then, if I go out to fight from now on…”

“Then please stay away from me; I can’t be friends with you anymore.”

“…”

They all stood there, stunned, looking at each other in silence.

Su Wan looked at the group of students and said calmly, “When I was burning up with fever, I thought I was going to die, and I suddenly realized how childish my past behavior was. Do you think fighting and bullying are cool? Tattoos, drinking, throwing punches… anyone can do that, right?”

Her words left them speechless.

“These things are so pointless.”

Ouch. That stung.

High schoolers, right in the throes of adolescence, were trying to act mature and be cool, but they had never thought about things this way.

After saying all this, Su Wan began to wonder if she’d been too harsh.

But to her surprise, after a few moments of thoughtful silence, they looked at her with even more admiration. “Wow, Wanwan, you’re so cool!”

“Yeah, I never thought about it like that!”

“That’s our Wanwan!”

Su Wan was still Su Wan, always a step ahead!

Su Wan: “?”

She never expected they’d see this as something worth admiring.

She was ready to cut ties for good, prepared to never contact them again, but instead, they admired her even more. Had these students been brainwashed?

Su Wan looked at them in confusion but found herself showered with endless compliments.

To them, it made perfect sense.

Deciding not to beat up those two students when she easily could have actually showed greater strength, didn’t it?

Seeing others as immature showed that she was already a mature adult.

And would a real adult waste time on these kids?

Without Su Wan even instructing them, they came to their own conclusion and released the two students. The two boys, tearfully grateful, looked at Su Wan, making her wonder if every student in this school had Stockholm syndrome.

Unable to make sense of it all, Su Wan finally gave up on trying, her mind numbed by all the praise.

Standing outside the classroom door, Shen Tingyan held a bottle of mineral water, not coming in.

He’d overheard Su Wan’s speech and suddenly remembered the night she had been swinging, looking at him indifferently.

That expression was even more infuriating than hatred or mockery.

It was as if she were an adult who’d seen it all, watching a child’s tantrum without interest or anger—almost like he didn’t even matter.

It was as if he was just a child, an outsider with no importance.

With a blank expression, Shen Tingyan gripped the bottle of water tightly.

…

By the end of the morning, word of “Su Wan not bullying anyone anymore” had spread.

It was a dramatic example of human nature—when a “bad person” reforms, they’re immediately revered.

The fact that Su Wan wasn’t bullying anyone left people a bit stunned, cautiously observing her every move.

In the cafeteria, she actually didn’t cut in line.

When she accidentally bumped into someone, she even apologized.