HBWMA -Chapter 293 The Most Innocent Scapegoat

To prevent Jiang Huashan from nitpicking every little thing, Gao Zhi still managed to arrive safely before the class bell rang.

The weather was cold and gloomy, but the classroom heating was quite strong. Jiang Huashan had already taken off two heavy coats and changed into a thin knitted sweater. As soon as she sat down, she fell into deep thought.

What exactly went wrong?

Even if Shen Guiling realized that the voice message was something she had deliberately sent to the wrong person, it at least showed she was trying to get closer. There was no reason for the relationship score to drop by ten points instantly.

What landmine did she step on?

“Morning…”

Su Miao drifted into the classroom like a ghost drained of essence, weak and lifeless. As she passed Jiang Huashan’s desk, she lightly bumped it.

“I’ve figured it out. I’m not resisting anymore. I’ll just wait for you to turn me in.”

Jiang Huashan was completely thrown off. “Did you go steal something last night? Why do you look like this?”

Su Miao let out a creepy, bitter laugh. How could she not look like this?

After being force-fed a bowl of “toxic inspirational chicken soup” by Jiang Huashan, she suddenly became overwhelmed with a sense of justice after returning to the Su family yesterday. Not exaggerating—she had mentally rehearsed at least thirty confession scenarios. But every single time she was about to go through with it, she backed out at the last moment.

So she kept oscillating between confessing and not confessing, until she ended up mentally and physically exhausted, on the verge of collapse.

Jiang Huashan waved her hand. “Who told you to force yourself? I already said, do whatever you want.”

Su Miao sighed and went back to her seat, holding her head.

Soon after, loud chatter came from outside the classroom. Fu Xiaoxiao and her group of lackeys walked in laughing loudly. Each of them was holding an invitation card, looking extremely proud.

“Xiaoxiao, your invitation looks different from ours. It seems like a special invite.”

“Of course. Whether it’s Xiaoxiao’s ability or her connection with Brother A-Heng, a special invitation is only natural.”

“Xiaoxiao, I heard only boys got special invites in the previous year.”

Fu Xiaoxiao’s grin stretched to her ears—until she saw Jiang Huashan.

Her smile instantly cracked.

This b*tch actually dared to humiliate her in public. She would never let this go.

Her followers immediately tensed up, like a group of foolish pigs being led to the slaughterhouse, sensing the butcher sharpening his knife.

Fu Xiaoxiao originally wanted to provoke Jiang Huashan, but fearing she might suddenly go insane, she changed direction after weighing her options and walked straight toward Su Miao instead.

“Hey. Class is about to start. Why isn’t Zhou Qishan here yet?”

Su Miao didn’t hold back. “What the hell is it to you?”

“Hm?” Jiang Huashan turned her head slightly.

Su Miao replied irritably, “Not talking to you.”

“Oh.” Jiang Huashan responded lazily and went back to staring at her phone.

“…”

Fu Xiaoxiao felt deeply humiliated. She shoved Su Miao’s desk maliciously. “Looks like you don’t know yet. Zhou Qishan has been disgraced and won’t be coming to school for a while.”

Su Miao frowned. “Stop spreading rumors or you’ll die?”

“…”

Not getting the reaction she wanted, Fu Xiaoxiao completely snapped. “Stop pretending. Zhou Qishan treated you so sincerely, yet you don’t even know what happened to her. She’s truly pathetic—but I understand. After all, I also find her disgusting.”

Su Miao stood up. “Fu Xiaoxiao, you want to get beaten again?”

“Just you?” Fu Xiaoxiao sneered and returned to her seat.

Su Miao looked at the empty seat beside her and hesitated for a moment, then grabbed her phone and ran out of the classroom.

Jiang Huashan glanced at Fu Xiaoxiao.

In her previous life, Zhou Qishan indeed did not come to school for half a month. Just when everyone thought something serious had happened, she reappeared at Su Miao’s birthday party—dressed in women’s clothing.

But unlike a typical Mary Sue scenario, her appearance did not shock or amaze anyone. Instead, she became the laughingstock.

Fu Xiaoxiao led the ridicule, saying she looked like “Zhang Fei in a dress” and “Li Kui wearing lipstick,” even publicly questioning whether Zhou Qishan hadn’t menstruated so she had to dress like a man.

Zhou Qishan endured everything silently throughout the party, unwilling to ruin Su Miao’s birthday.

How did Jiang Huashan know all this?

Because she had been one of Fu Xiaoxiao’s lackeys at the time. Even though she hadn’t spoken a word, silence itself was complicity. She had participated in that bullying incident—and every time she remembered it now, she still felt guilty toward Zhou Qishan.

Among these “supporting characters,” whether it was Fu Sui’er, Shen Mianzhi, Su Miao, or even herself, all had made wrong choices and hurt others.

Except Zhou Qishan.

She fought to dress how she wanted, refusing to attend school for half a month. Yet in the end, she still chose to compromise for a friend’s birthday.

At the moment of crisis, she still chose to trust her friends—but in return, she was completely shattered.

She only lived eighteen years. From birth, she resisted. But until her death, she was always the one compromising.

Outside the classroom, Su Miao kept calling Zhou Qishan, but the phone remained unreachable.

Frustrated, she was about to go back for her bag when she suddenly heard an argument around the corner.

“Hey, Su Yun. Don’t push your luck. I’ll ask you one more time—are you taking this invitation or not?”