"Zhizi, you are really too much. It's only the first day since the siblings transferred here, and both of them are from poor backgrounds. Teacher Zhang just reminded us this morning to take care of them more, as the class monitor, you should lead by example." Zheng Ying said sternly, pulling my sleeve to stop me from moving forward, standing on the moral high ground to criticize me.

Do I have to sacrifice myself to help others just because I'm the class monitor? If that's the case, if I were the mayor, wouldn't I have a bunch of nodules on my breasts?

I restrained the smile on my face.

The pain from my past life swept over me once again.

"Since you pity them so much, why don't you go and be friends with them?"

I took a step back, pulling my sleeve out of her hand.

"You, you, this is what you said."

Zheng Ying was so angry that she stomped her feet, muttered a few words, and then ran off.

Today from my past life, the Liang siblings transferred to our class.

On the first day, Liang Zhaodi staged a scene where she dirtied my school uniform. I didn't blame her, feeling sorry for her. Later, I found out that before enrolling, she had analyzed that although I seemed indifferent on the surface, I was warm-hearted inside, easy to manipulate. So she deliberately staged this act to lure me in.

Stupidly, not only did I fall for it, but I also paid their tuition fees, rented a house for them, and let everyone choose them as class committee members, considering it as going above and beyond, pouring my heart out.

But what did they do? Jealous of me getting into a prestigious university, they pretended to take me on a trip and then drugged me, selling me to a fool in their village as a wife.

Unable to bear the humiliation, I committed suicide that night.

My parents also committed suicide by lying on the tracks a month later.

Because of my one act of kindness, the whole family ended up dying tragically.

In my past life, I thought they were resilient, trying to live strong in this world. But they were actually in the mud pit, pulling down those who tried to help them on the shore.

Such people are not worthy of pity, nor do they deserve respect.