With the cannon fodder script in hand, it is easy for the king to change his fate

“You can leave the school grounds even if you live on campus,” Azhen said casually. “There’s no reason for you to stay on campus all the time, is there?”

She felt that leaving the school gate was nothing to make a huge mistake.

After the divorce, Liang Xuefang ignored her completely. How dare she ask these questions?
During this time, Liang Xuefang and Xu Yue became very close, and the two had been living together for a long time. She also sold the house, and it is estimated that all the money was given to Xu Yue for investment.

It's not time to close the net yet, so Xu Yue will be patient with her.

In truth, Azhen had no intention of letting Xu Yue off the hook, but she also had no interest in helping Liang Xuefang avoid this calamity. After all, most of the client's tragedy stemmed from her.

As for the others, they brought it on themselves.

Greed always comes at a price.

She felt she had no connection with them and didn't want to do anything unnecessary.

“You’re still a student. Don’t learn bad things by hanging out with outsiders all the time. What kind of behavior is that?” Liang Xuefang scolded.

Azhen gets along well with her classmates, not just Jianmo and a few others, but also with many female classmates.

However, she goes to the studio every day for work, which means she spends more time with them.

Liang Xuefang happened to see it. Just like with the client, she believed what she saw and what others said, without ever considering the truth behind it.

Azhen wasn't going to be polite to her: "Then let me ask you, my dear mother, do you know my scores on every quiz and midterm? And what about my classmates at school? Do you know what we're doing? You're just saying they're not good people without even knowing the facts. Is it really okay for us to mess around like this?"

From the beginning, Jian Mo and the others thought Liang Xuefang was a strange person. They thought she was her meddlesome relative, but they didn't expect her to be her mother. They didn't know what to say for a moment.

They only knew that the coach's father was a very open-minded person who liked him very much, and they thought that since the coach was so outstanding, her mother must be just as good. Now they are all a little disappointed.

Judging from the coach's tone, he was clearly very dissatisfied.

Having known her for so long, they had come to understand her quite well. As long as they didn't really offend her, she was very gentle with everyone and wouldn't hold grudges over small things.

"When you're educating me, shouldn't you set a good example?" Azhen said sarcastically. Liang Xuefang herself is not upright, and she doesn't care about her two children after the divorce. What right does she have to say these things?
Because of the client, she didn't contact Liang Xuefang at all, since they weren't really mother and daughter and had no real connection.

However, the client's brother, An Miao, frequently called and texted Liang Xuefang, showing great concern for whether she had been deceived. In An Miao's heart, even though his mother wasn't a very good mother and had even made mistakes, she was still his family. His parents were divorced, and it was impossible for him to ignore his own mother.

Liang Xuefang not only didn't appreciate it, but also felt that An Miao was only siding with An Shuohai, her father, which really hurt An Miao's feelings.

A-Zhen had received a call from An-Miao before. An-Miao asked her in a hurt tone why her mother had become like this, and whether she really didn't care about them at all.
Ah Zhen really didn't know what to say. The truth was that Liang Xuefang didn't care much about the two children.

If they cared, the client wouldn't have ended up in such a terrible situation.

Liang Xuefang's face paled. She understood what Azhen meant by "setting an example" and felt a surge of shame and indignation.

"Fine, I don't care about you. If you don't appreciate it, fine. I want to see what kind of person you will become in the future."

After saying that, Liang Xuefang hurriedly left.

She had an affair with another man while married, which was subtly pointed out by her own daughter, making her lose face. She vowed to pretend she didn't have this daughter.

I knew she shouldn't have said anything when I saw it before.

The An family members are all short-sighted. In ten or twenty years, everyone will realize how right her choice was.

Once her children have experienced the hardships of society, they'll remember their successful mother. Xu Yue not only invests herself but also helps others invest, all of which are profitable. She won't be a stay-at-home mom like before. Recently, she's made many connections outside, which will be invaluable in the future; her relatives are all trying to curry favor with her now. In addition, she's looking for other investment opportunities, but hasn't found anything suitable yet; she's still learning.

Those who look down on her, just wait and see.

Once she becomes successful, plenty of people will fawn over her.

After Liang Xuefang left, the group, who had been chatting and laughing, fell silent.

They were unaware of the inside story, yet they unconditionally sided with their own coach.

"Don't be silent like this, the atmosphere is a bit strange. It's nothing serious," Azhen said, trying to ease the tension. To her, it really wasn't a big deal. If it were the person actually involved, they would probably be sad too, after all, family ties and blood relations can't be explained in just a few words.

"Would you like a milk tea?" Jian Mo asked with a smile.

Azhen shook her head: "Drinking too much of this is bad, there's too much sugar in it. We've already had it once today, it's best not to drink it."

It didn't affect her, but it did affect others, especially if they drank it long-term; it definitely wasn't good for them.

She glanced at Ma Xuan's cheek, where a few pimples had appeared: "Especially for those prone to acne, eat less sugar."

Ma Xuan, who was chosen, quickly shrank his neck. He always drinks extra-large cups of milk tea, sometimes two at a time, and he also likes to drink cola.

Damn it, how did I suddenly get called out? It's all the boss's fault! It's all his fault for bringing up milk tea. I definitely won't be able to drink milk tea and cola to my heart's content anymore.

Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere became relaxed again.

“Perhaps we could use a different type of tea?” Jane Mo said, resting her chin on her hand. “I’ll have someone prepare and select some varieties of tea, and then I’ll brew them myself.”

As he spoke, he moved closer to Azhen: "But I've heard that black tea is great for girls, as well as lemon water, apple water, and things like that. It's healthier to make these yourself, and they're simple to make."

Ma Xuan and the others consciously lagged behind by two steps, whispering and pointing behind them, but their faces were full of smiles.

The last three to return to the classroom together were Azhen, Jianmo, and Ma Xuan.

When Pei Chen saw the three of them come in, especially Azhen and Jianmo, who seemed to be very close, he silently lowered his head again.

He gripped his pen tightly; the final exams were just around the corner, and he couldn't afford to relax.

The questions in the final exam and the midterm exam were quite different. He couldn't believe that after working hard for half a semester, while Anzhen seemed to have barely studied, the gap between them was still so large.

Even for geniuses, it's not easy to get good grades if they don't put their heart into their studies.

Surely everyone has heard of the tragic story of Zhong Yong?
I don't know if it's because A-Zhen refused to participate in the competition, but her teachers in all subjects liked to call on her to answer questions in class.

These were no challenge for her, and the class went smoothly.

As the subject teacher left the classroom with a regretful look, A-Zhou smiled, pretending not to understand.

"Teacher An, can you explain a problem to me?" Jian Mo gently poked Azhen's shoulder with his pen from behind.

Hearing the voice beside him, Pei Chen felt a surge of irritation. (End of Chapter)