She and Song Yaoyao were two extremes.

Song Yaoyao appeared harmless and cute, but she was very dismissive. Apart from the people she cared about, not many things attracted her attention.

Students continued to walk past and Tang Xinrou overheard a conversation.

"Hey, did you hear? The rain apparently stopped because Beauty Song prayed to the Gods!"

"Really? Isn't that too mysterious?"

"Don't be skeptical. I saw it with my own eyes. The rain stopped as soon as she finished speaking. Amazing, right?"

"F*ck! Yes, that's amazing!"

Tang Xinrou paused and knitted her brows. "Song Jingwan? What does this have to do with her? That fake b*tch tries to get involved in everything..."

She was extremely frustrated. "Yaoyao, you clearly—"

"Shhh..."

Song Yaoyao placed her finger to her lips. "It was just a coincidence. There are many coincidences that can't be explained by science. Besides, no one can be lucky forever, right?"

Looking into her dark, moist eyes, there was a clear sense of awareness and logic.

She was nothing like how she appeared.

Tang Xinrou's frustration immediately disappeared. "Yes, there's no need to tell everyone about it. We don't need people to grovel at our feet like Song Jingwan."

But deep down, she still felt this was related to Song Yaoyao.

After she spoke earlier, the rain began to stop.

Besides, an evil person like Song Jingwan was already fortunate enough to not be punished by God. How could she be lucky? She wasn't fair and delicate with a lucky appearance like Song Yaoyao!

...

A short moment after Song Yaoyao boarded her car, Song Jingwan also stepped in.

She hummed a song and glanced at Song Yaoyao.

"You seem to be in a good mood, Sis," Song Yaoyao said with a smile as she looked at Song Jingwan

"Yes, I was originally in a good mood. But after I saw you, my mood decreased by half..." Song Jingwan laughed in ridicule as she lowered her head and played with her phone.

Song Yaoyao shrugged. "As luck would have it, I feel the same."

The driver listened to their quarreling and took a deep breath. How he wished he was deaf.

When Zhou Manli saw Song Yaoyao return home on time, her expression didn't improve much.

She grabbed onto Song Jingwan and asked, "Are you cold? Hurry inside first. This storm was too sudden." After she spoke, she suddenly remembered something and turned to glance at Song Yaoyao. "You, come in too," she said in a tone of pity.

Song Jingwan hooked her arm with Zhou Manli's affectionately. "Mom, let me tell you, just then at school, I encountered something extremely coincidental. I randomly asked for the rain to stop and guess what happened!"

"Did the rain actually stop?" Zhou Manli asked excitedly.

"Yes! Don't you think that was too coincidental?"

"Oh, that was no coincidence. Our Wanwan has always been lucky. God is watching over you!" Zhou Manli was overjoyed. Confident that her daughter was lucky, she patted her on the head proudly.

On the other hand, when her eyes fell upon Song Yaoyao, she chose to ignore her.

Since it rained earlier, Song Yaoyao glanced at the path up ahead and saw that it was still wet.

Warning them indifferently, she said, "You better walk around. It's slippery—"

Thump—

Before she finished speaking, she paused.

Zhou Manli slipped and fell on the ground, pulling Song Jingwan down with her.

They lay sprawled on the ground in a not-so-elegant manner.

Song Yaoyao blinked. They couldn't blame her. She had warned them.

It seemed, even God couldn't stand them.