Chapter 233: Who’s the Fool? Sister Yue’s Wisdom
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Released from restraint, Ren Xinghe collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.
Fan Ye stood in front of him, pointing her finger, “Why did you want to collide with Sister Yue and Fang Canyang?”
Ren Xinghe now felt a chill all over his body whenever he saw her, that suffocating feeling rising up again.
Instinctively, he shrank back, “You… cough… get away…”
Fan Ye: “?”
Huo Fanjin leaned close to her ear, “This guy probably has a trauma because of you.”
“Me? Trauma?” The young girl widened her eyes, seeming unable to accept this fact.
“Cough… Have you been eating power food since you were little?”
“Power food?”
“Otherwise, how could you do that?” Huo Fanjin raised his hand, mimicking grabbing someone.
Fan Ye blinked, looking puzzled, “Is that difficult?”
Huo Fanjin: “…” Sorry for bothering you.
“Ren Xinghe, do you know what you’re doing?” Ling Xuan frowned, questioning him.
Initially, he thought this person had a twisted mind and narrow thinking, but he never expected him to dare commit assault in public.
“Hehe… hehehe…” Ren Xinghe chuckled at the words.
He just sat there on the ground, head hanging low, not intending to get up.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Laughing and coughing, trembling all over, “I know, don’t I? How could I not know? Who’s the bigger fool than those who can enter the summer camp?”
The next moment, he suddenly looked up, his cold gaze directly hitting Fang Canyang, “Your luck is still so good.”
Every time in group tests, he always scored a few points higher than himself. Ren Xinghe could only work harder and harder, saving time even during meals to do exercises and memorize words. But Fang Canyang?
He had a regular schedule, ate when it was time to eat, sat idle after class, did exercises when the teacher asked, and went to bed after finishing homework.
Every step followed the path planned by others, used to being arranged—no thinking, no initiative, no effort.
On the same path, Ren Xinghe ran quickly while Fang Canyang moved slowly, but in the end, Fang Canyang always ended up ahead of him?
“What did my efforts amount to? A joke?!”
Fang Canyang pressed his lips tightly. He wanted to say that he wasn’t like that. He listened attentively in class, finished homework on time after class, absorbed all the knowledge he gained, and was more than capable enough to ace the group tests without spending extra time finding exercises to do.
The first real extracurricular expansion activity he participated in after entering the summer camp was just now, with the test paper compiled by Jiang Fuyue from Country D.
As for “daydreaming” during breaks, he was just relaxing his brain and adjusting his state so that he could be more efficient in the next class.
Fang Canyang wasn’t as lazy as he said; he just had his own way of studying.
Ren Xinghe couldn’t see this, so he thought Fang Canyang didn’t deserve to be selected for the national team.
This was not prejudice anymore; it was narrow-mindedness.
Prejudice had taken hold, and arrogance had set in.
“One thing you said is right,” Jiang Fuyue spoke lightly, “who’s the bigger fool than those who can enter the summer camp? Every result has a reason. You failed for a reason, and Fang Canyang was selected for a reason.”
“You can evaluate yourself, but you can’t judge others. Personal value is not measured by how others see you, but by what you have actually done and how much effort you have put in.”
Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.
Powerful and clear, Jiang Fuyue’s words not only reached Ren Xinghe’s ears but also resonated deeply in everyone’s hearts.
Lin Shumo’s eyes flickered.
Ling Xuan looked at her cold and dignified profile, his gaze burning.
Fan Ye kept nodding in agreement—Sister Yue is right! Sister Yue is the best!
Gao Zhaoming and Huang Hui were momentarily stunned.
The former was often mocked for being overweight, and the latter often felt inferior and self-loathing due to his family’s average condition.
But now, someone told them: Personal value is not measured by how others see you, but by what you have actually done and how much effort you have put in.
Resounding and impactful, like a thunderbolt.
As for Huo Fanjin…
She stared fixedly at Jiang Fuyue’s back, her expression stunned.
Clearly, she wasn’t much shorter than her, but why did she suddenly feel that she was… uh… so tall?
D*mn!
Huo Fanjin cleared her throat, using it to disguise her momentary lapse in composure. “What should we do now?”
Her inquiring gaze subconsciously turned towards Jiang Fuyue.
Perhaps even she herself didn’t realize how fresh and natural this reaction was, she just felt like among so many people present, only Jiang Fuyue could make decisions confidently, not to mention there were so many boys present as well.
Jiang Fuyue: “Call the police.”
Ren Xinghe’s pupils shrank.
He still knew fear, “I didn’t mean to, the brakes failed…”
Huo Fanjin: “Nonsense! With the way you crazily charged at them, was that an accident?”
“Even if the brakes failed, couldn’t you control the direction? You directly charged at them from behind, the front of the bike was straight, without any intention of swerving.” Ling Xuan spoke coldly.
Over there, Gao Zhaoming had already taken out his phone and made the call.
Seeing the situation turn unfavorable, Ren Xinghe wanted to rush over and grab the phone, but he was stopped by Ling Xuan and Huang Hui.
“… Yes, it’s the pedestrian walkway across from the Q University North Gate.” Gao Zhaoming ended the call. “Okay, the police said they’ll come right away.”
Ren Xinghe’s legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground.
Suddenly, he thought of something, his expression brightening, “You have no evidence. As long as I insist it was an accident, even if the police come, they can’t hold me responsible, they’ll just treat it as an accident!”
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