After I died, I became the white moonlight of the crazy villain.

I stood still, and Bian Jiahui, seeing her chance, left without saying a word.

The people around me gradually dispersed. I felt both angry and confused. I didn't understand. If my father had been misled before because Bian Jiahui had always been a good person in his mind, then I could understand it to some extent.

But now that the evidence is right in front of us, why is my dad still protecting Bian Jiahui?

Ge Zeyu walked over, glanced at me with his eyes down, and said casually, "Why are you making such a face? If you really don't like her, you'll have plenty of opportunities in the future."

I shook my head and voiced my doubts. Ge Zeyu frowned slightly and said, "I think you should just ask Uncle Jiang. Wouldn't that clarify everything?"

What Ge Zeyu said made sense. I turned around and chased after my dad until I reached the car. Then I stopped and asked the question that had been bothering me.

"Dad, you know perfectly well that all the surveillance evidence is real, so why are you still protecting Bian Jiahui?"

He paused slightly, turned around, and said with a serious expression, "Wanwan, let bygones be bygones. Jia Hui is just a child. She used to tutor you every day. For the sake of our past friendship, let's leave it at that."

I bit my lip, unsure of what to say. I couldn't very well tell my father that it was only after I betrayed Bian Jiahui in my previous life that I truly saw her true colors.

Now, my father wants me to go easy on him, but in my previous life, Bian Jiahui was ruthless in her actions.

But not only can I not say these things, even if I did, my dad might not believe me; instead, he would think I'm crazy.

In the end, I could only put this matter aside for the time being. Compared to Bian Jiahui, I hated Song Chenhao even more.

Although today's events didn't directly harm Song Chenhao, it's still an opportunity for me to sow discord between the two of them and make them fight like dogs.

Thinking of this, I smiled and said that I would listen to my dad and not pursue the matter. Then I told my dad to go home first, and that I would do my homework with Ge Zeyu later.

As I watched my dad's car drive away, I stood there waiting for Ge Zeyu. Just then, I saw Bian Jiahui and Song Chenhao talking to each other not far away.

Bian Jiahui's eyes were red, as if she had suffered a great injustice. I raised an eyebrow, chuckled, and walked over. "Song Chenhao, I originally thought you were just a gigolo, but at least you were sincere towards Bian Jiahui. I never expected that you would be so ruthless in using anyone."

As soon as I finished speaking, the two people opposite me fell silent, but their expressions darkened.

Song Chenhao quickly retorted, "Jiang Wanying, don't talk nonsense. Who did I use?"

I spread my hands and gestured to Bian Jiahui with my eyes, "Isn't it obvious already?"

Bian Jiahui's face grew paler and paler. Song Chenhao quickly spoke up to comfort her, saying that it was all a misunderstanding and that he just happened to be away. If he had been there, he would never have allowed anyone to bully her.

Seeing his explanation, I didn't say anything more. Anyway, what I said earlier was just to plant a seed of trouble, and I didn't intend for it to explode right now.

Song Chenhao's words made Bian Jiahui's expression much better. He put his arm around Bian Jiahui's shoulder, turned to me with a gloomy look, and said, "Jiang Wanying, don't be a sour grapes. Everyone saw that you used to chase after me."

"You're deliberately trying to sow discord between us, just so you can laugh at us and make a fool of yourself."

I sneered and was about to speak when a voice came from behind me, "Aren't you leaving? Do you really enjoy watching dogs fight?"

I turned my head and saw Ge Zeyu walking slowly, his tone and attitude completely disregarding the two people opposite him.

He cursed at both of them in one breath, and Bian Jiahui's face instantly turned red. Song Chenhao's eyes were filled with anger. "Ge Zeyu, don't think that just because your family has a powerful background, you can be so arrogant and disrespectful."

Ge Zeyu walked up to me and stood still, ignoring Song Chenhao, and turned to me, saying, "It's time to go back and do your homework. Don't waste your time on just anyone. The most important thing for you now is to get into a good university."

His attitude further provoked Song Chenhao. For someone with such a strong sense of self-respect, being ignored like this was like a slap in the face.

However, Ge Zeyu had a powerful background, so even if he ignored him, he had no reason to retaliate. He could only find fault and provoke him, "Studying? Two people who are at the bottom of the class every day still think they can get into a good university. This must be the funniest joke I've heard all year."

“Ge Zeyu, no matter how capable you are, you might not be able to rely on your family. Without them, you are nothing.”

I can tolerate being provoked, but the way he talked about Ge Zeyu is something I can't stand.

"Song Chenhao, don't think that you're the only one with good grades in the whole school. Some people are just hiding their strength and don't bother to compete with you. Otherwise, you would have given up your number one title to someone else long ago."

When Song Chenhao heard me say that, he seemed to regain his confidence. After all, he had always been quite good at studying and was a good student in the eyes of countless teachers.

Hearing my words, he straightened his clothes and said with a defiant look in his eyes, "You mean that person who's hiding their strength isn't our Young Master Ge? Are you planning to bribe the school's teachers, or the person who sets the exam questions?"

Ge Zeyu's smile faded, he raised his eyes and looked over, saying casually, "Not convinced? Let's have a match?"

“Okay!” Song Chenhao seemed to have been waiting for this, and agreed immediately. “But we can’t have a competition or exam. With your family background, it would be unfair if a teacher showed you favoritism. Fortunately, the school will be holding an Olympiad math competition this month, which is jointly organized by several schools.”

"This competition is open to the public. Not only will students come to watch, but reporters will also cover it. I wonder if Young Master Ge dares to do it?"

Ge Zeyu didn't say anything more and agreed immediately. He pulled me around and prepared to leave, but Song Chenhao continued to provoke me relentlessly.

"A single competition isn't very interesting. How about we add a prize? Whoever loses has to bark like a dog loudly in the classroom!"