On the third day, Liang Yaozu came to school with a pale face.

At the end of class, the teacher called me to the office.

Liang Yaozu stood next to the teacher with his head down.

The teacher looked at me with difficulty, then looked at Liang Yaozu, took a deep breath, and spoke, "Song Zhi, the school found out that you are also RH negative and AB blood type, which happens to be the same as Liang Yaozu's blood type. His hemoglobin is very low and he needs a blood transfusion. Can you consider donating blood to him?"

"No." I interrupted the homeroom teacher before he finished speaking and rejected directly.

How could I let my precious blood flow into the body of someone who once harmed me?

Impossible.

And absolutely don't even think about morally blackmailing me.

The homeroom teacher didn't say anything after I directly rejected him, because blood donation is voluntary and cannot be forced.

Liang Yaozu looked at me with a malicious and blunt look, as if he had already expected me to refuse him like this.

"Since that's the case, I won't force you, Song Zhi." Liang Yaozu said.

I also didn't want to waste any more words, so I turned around and went back to the classroom to study.

In the evening, after finishing my homework, I opened my phone and checked Weibo.

Unexpectedly, I came across Liang Yaozu's Weibo.

"Today, I'm also striving for recovery." He posted with a picture of his right hand making a victory sign.

He actually has quite a few fans, seems like he's been managing his public image on Weibo.

There are comments below.

"Class monitor, keep it up!"

"Class monitor, we're waiting for you to come back!"

"Wuwuwu, the class monitor is so pitiful, that bitch refuses to donate blood for the class monitor."

I stared at this comment.

Soon, this comment attracted the attention of many people.

"Who refused to donate blood to him? A classmate?"

"How can someone so young be so vicious?"

"Seems like her name is Song Zhi, she's the former class monitor. She has always resented Liang Yaozu for taking her position as class monitor."

All the comments below were cursing at me.

Their hatred towards me was straightforward, unabashed.

Soon, they found my Weibo and started insulting my whole family, including my ancestors for eighteen generations.

The next day at school, several classmates came to me and tried to persuade me to donate blood to Liang Yaozu.

I rejected each one of them, and they thought they had done something good, why should I donate blood just because they persuaded me with a few words?

In my previous life, I did donate blood to him, and he recovered his health, with more strength to think about how to harm me.

Liang Yaozu posted pictures of himself receiving injections and studying diligently every day on Weibo, trying hard to maintain his good image, and the number of his fans kept increasing.

Almost half of the comments on his Weibo posts were cursing at me.

I had no interest in clicking on each one to see.

My classmates gradually isolated me, but I didn't care.

Studying was my top priority.

I wanted to make up for the regret of not going to college in my previous life, so I doubled my efforts to study.

In the end, Liang Yaozu successfully received the blood transfusion, apparently the blood was transferred from a neighboring city.

He started live-streaming on Weibo, at first only studying was shown in his live-streams.

Later, he even started promoting products during the live-streams.

Maybe he tasted the feeling of making money, he didn't come to school much anymore, and just live-streamed at home every day while selling products.

His mother often appeared behind him in the live-streams, and it could be seen that their family situation was indeed not very good. The living room hardly had any furniture and the walls were rough.

In the second semester of senior year, he suddenly announced in his live-stream that all the debts at home had been paid off. Now he was planning to return to school and donate all the remaining money to the hospital for sick children.

That day, the number of viewers in his live-stream reached over one hundred thousand.

Everyone in the comments praised him as a good person and believed that good deeds would be rewarded.

I sneered as I looked at his disgusting face.

He was still as hypocritical as he was in my previous life.

He returned to the classroom and started attending classes. Some classmates also wanted to learn from him and gave him pocket money to donate to the sick children in the hospital.

He was moved to tears, saying, "I will thank you all on behalf of those children."

"Song Zhi, we've all donated money, you should donate some too. Your father's company is about to go public."

"Song Zhi, I've realized a lot during this time I was sick. Let's leave the past behind and be friends."

Liang Yaozu smiled deceitfully, but his eyes were poisonous.

I walked up to him and whispered in his ear, "Do you want to sell me to your idiot village? Is that it?"

He stared at me in astonishment.

I saw through the darkest secret in his heart.

"I won't donate money, use that time to study well."

"After all, if you can't get into college, nobody can save you."

I coldly looked at them, leaving them with just my back.

Liang Yaozu's live-streams were still popular. He created a charity account and many netizens wanted to contribute some love.

Everyone adhered to the attitude of not letting good deeds go unnoticed and firmly believed in the principle of reaping what you sow.

He announced in his live-stream that the charity account had received nearly 500,000 yuan in total and tearfully expressed his gratitude to everyone.

I watched coldly because I knew he wouldn't donate a penny of that money.

He would keep it all for himself.

Three days later, he live-streamed himself donating money in the hospital ward.

The parents of the sick children were extremely grateful, some fell to their knees and cried, calling him a great and kind person.