They All 'Died' for Her? With Terminal Cancer, I'm Done Playing their Games - Chapter 121: Chapter 121
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The young man stood tall, his profile sharp and clean. His usually cold and stern eyes now held a touch of warmth.
Lena stood beside him, looking cute, tiptoeing to whisper something in his ear, followed by a soft, clear laugh.
When she turned and saw me, she froze for a moment, then quickly let go of his hand, lowering her head to say, "Hello, Senior."
Since we had frequently competed and received awards together before, and because I had been so proactive toward Cody in the past, everyone at school knew about our relationship.
Her instinctive avoidance of me made perfect sense.
Cody let out a sneer and casually took Lin Peipei's hand again, saying indifferently, "What are you afraid of? She's just a regular classmate."
Lena widened her innocent eyes, her gaze flickering with subtle joy.
"Just a regular classmate? But I heard someone say…"
Cody cut her off abruptly, "Those are rumors, don’t take them seriously.
"Lena, let’s go, we’re going to be late for class."
With that, Lena nodded reluctantly and left, while Cody walked toward the classroom.
As he passed me, Cody lowered his long lashes, his thin lips curving into a mocking smile.
"Are you satisfied now?"
His low voice fell by my ear, and then vanished with the wind.
It felt so unreal, I almost wondered if it was just my imagination.
In my previous life, everyone at school knew that Cody and I were a couple, so Lena could only use the excuse of asking questions to get closer to him.
Or sometimes, she would pull Cody along to skip class, trying to show off her rebellious side.
This time, without my interference, their relationship progressed smoothly.
They flaunted their love on social media, wasted their rare holidays enjoying their youth, and held hands openly, even though their grades started to plummet.
Meanwhile, I grew more proficient with the knowledge, and I was even better than before.
Cody’s mother remained oblivious to it all.
She still woke me up in the morning, seemingly unintentionally splashing cold water on me, scaring me into retreating as I left for school, then arrogantly raising her chin and saying, "Oh, sorry, Cody already left."
She didn’t know that her proud son, at such a crucial moment, was deeply in love.
I tidied my clothes and retorted, "Auntie, if you want to sever ties completely, it would be best if you returned the things I gave you."
"If I remember correctly, this earring was a gift from me." My gaze drifted, finally stopping on her ear.
After all, I had once liked Cody, but I didn’t owe them anything.
Why should my kindness be taken for granted?
She shifted her gaze, nervously touching the jade earring, then silently turned and walked back into the house, slamming the door so loudly it shook.
Today was the day the second mock exam results were released.
On my way to school, I had been reviewing Spanish vocabulary the entire time.
The weather had warmed up, the grass was lush, and through the leafy trees, I could see the clear blue sky.
My thoughts wandered for a moment.
I wondered, where would I be in the near future?
But one thing was certain: this time, I wouldn’t give up my career and dreams for anyone.
The second mock exam results were announced.
As expected, I held the top spot.
Just like Cody, who had dropped from the top three in the grade to mid-range, we were both key students watched by the school leaders.
As an outstanding student representative, I gave a speech to the entire school in the auditorium.
The early summer heat was suffocating, and with the college entrance exam looming, a restless mood filled the air.
I didn’t follow the homeroom teacher’s suggestion to share study tips. Instead, I talked about my future—where I would go, what industry I would work in, and how I would use the knowledge I had to paint my life in bold colors.
As I spoke, the murmurs in the auditorium gradually faded.
When the final words left my mouth, applause erupted.
Lena stood beside him, looking cute, tiptoeing to whisper something in his ear, followed by a soft, clear laugh.
When she turned and saw me, she froze for a moment, then quickly let go of his hand, lowering her head to say, "Hello, Senior."
Since we had frequently competed and received awards together before, and because I had been so proactive toward Cody in the past, everyone at school knew about our relationship.
Her instinctive avoidance of me made perfect sense.
Cody let out a sneer and casually took Lin Peipei's hand again, saying indifferently, "What are you afraid of? She's just a regular classmate."
Lena widened her innocent eyes, her gaze flickering with subtle joy.
"Just a regular classmate? But I heard someone say…"
Cody cut her off abruptly, "Those are rumors, don’t take them seriously.
"Lena, let’s go, we’re going to be late for class."
With that, Lena nodded reluctantly and left, while Cody walked toward the classroom.
As he passed me, Cody lowered his long lashes, his thin lips curving into a mocking smile.
"Are you satisfied now?"
His low voice fell by my ear, and then vanished with the wind.
It felt so unreal, I almost wondered if it was just my imagination.
In my previous life, everyone at school knew that Cody and I were a couple, so Lena could only use the excuse of asking questions to get closer to him.
Or sometimes, she would pull Cody along to skip class, trying to show off her rebellious side.
This time, without my interference, their relationship progressed smoothly.
They flaunted their love on social media, wasted their rare holidays enjoying their youth, and held hands openly, even though their grades started to plummet.
Meanwhile, I grew more proficient with the knowledge, and I was even better than before.
Cody’s mother remained oblivious to it all.
She still woke me up in the morning, seemingly unintentionally splashing cold water on me, scaring me into retreating as I left for school, then arrogantly raising her chin and saying, "Oh, sorry, Cody already left."
She didn’t know that her proud son, at such a crucial moment, was deeply in love.
I tidied my clothes and retorted, "Auntie, if you want to sever ties completely, it would be best if you returned the things I gave you."
"If I remember correctly, this earring was a gift from me." My gaze drifted, finally stopping on her ear.
After all, I had once liked Cody, but I didn’t owe them anything.
Why should my kindness be taken for granted?
She shifted her gaze, nervously touching the jade earring, then silently turned and walked back into the house, slamming the door so loudly it shook.
Today was the day the second mock exam results were released.
On my way to school, I had been reviewing Spanish vocabulary the entire time.
The weather had warmed up, the grass was lush, and through the leafy trees, I could see the clear blue sky.
My thoughts wandered for a moment.
I wondered, where would I be in the near future?
But one thing was certain: this time, I wouldn’t give up my career and dreams for anyone.
The second mock exam results were announced.
As expected, I held the top spot.
Just like Cody, who had dropped from the top three in the grade to mid-range, we were both key students watched by the school leaders.
As an outstanding student representative, I gave a speech to the entire school in the auditorium.
The early summer heat was suffocating, and with the college entrance exam looming, a restless mood filled the air.
I didn’t follow the homeroom teacher’s suggestion to share study tips. Instead, I talked about my future—where I would go, what industry I would work in, and how I would use the knowledge I had to paint my life in bold colors.
As I spoke, the murmurs in the auditorium gradually faded.
When the final words left my mouth, applause erupted.
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