Chapter 105: Your biological parents should be old cows

Chapter 105

The classmates scrolling through their phones naturally received Song Ying's message, so everyone grabbed their metaphorical popcorn, ready for some juicy gossip.

It really pays to have connections. Shi Li's family had a classmate who was like a secret informant, so they wouldn't miss any news about Shi Li even after she went home.

[Is that so? What news have you heard? Share it with us!]

The person who sent this used a somewhat vulgar emoji that looked quite sleazy.

[It's about something related to me. I don't know what to do, so I wanted to consult everyone for advice.]

Song Ying didn't know if her classmates would still be curious about something concerning her, but she had to say this upfront to avoid wasting everyone's time if they found her secret uninteresting after she revealed it.

What she didn't know was that when it came to gossip, her classmates were absolutely indiscriminate. No matter who it was about or what the topic was, they treated all gossip equally.

Moreover, she clearly underestimated the impact of this matter.

[From Shi Li's tone, it seems that my current mother might not be my biological mother.]

Everyone: !!

Before anyone could recover and think of how to respond with a comforting message, Song Ying's second message came through.

She said: [It looks like I might die within three years.]

Everyone: ?!

This... I've never encountered something like this before and don't know what to say. Previously, Shi Li had foreseen someone's death - it was Wei Yi's father. But that old guy had several mistresses outside, so when something happened to him, everyone was gleeful. No one tried to stop it or felt sorry for him.

Then there was that time with the class monitor's father. Those predictions were all about classmates' relatives having accidents, but we've never encountered a prediction about a classmate themselves having an accident, let alone dying outright.

Even the most tactful person in the class, the class monitor, was at a loss for words. He didn't know how to comfort her.

No one knew what to do. The class monitor was like a mother to the whole class, so following the principle of "when in trouble, find the class monitor," everyone sent messages to him, urging him to quickly respond and comfort Song Ying.

Class monitor: I really appreciate your trust in me.

Hearing Sun Yiling's careless words, her deskmate didn't know how to respond and could only say, [You have a point.]

Sun Yiling felt that she indeed made a lot of sense, so she went to privately comfort Song Ying, copy-pasting this exact explanation and telling her not to worry.

Song Ying wasn't really worried about her own death; she was just suddenly overloaded with information, making her feel lost about the future. She didn't know what to do.

People in the group chat were also comforting her, with Sun Yiling being the most excited.

Strangely enough, when she saw Sun Yiling's message, her confused and floating heart instantly settled down.

That's right, her life was already pretty bad.

What Shi Li predicted should be a good thing for her.

Hong Yan was just her foster mother; her biological parents should be quite formidable.

As for the deadly crisis she would face within two years, now that she knew about it in advance, there might be a possibility to resolve it.

Even if it couldn't be resolved, she could strive to live each day to the fullest, not wasting her time. Even if she suddenly closed her eyes one day, she wouldn't feel regret.

Compared to many others, she was already very lucky. She shouldn't be afraid.

The homeroom teacher finally took on a leadership role for once.

He said: [So now we have two problems to solve: helping our classmate Song Ying find her biological parents, and resolving her deadly crisis.]

[Since it's a matter of life and death, the second problem is more urgent.]

[This is where we need some background music.]

[It feels like the background music suddenly became intense.]

Going off-topic was a traditional skill of the first-year class one students. As Song Ying watched the conversation drift further and further away, she timidly asked: [Excuse me, but how can we resolve my deadly crisis?]

Then her screen was flooded with a string of [Ask Shi Li].

Song Ying: Huh? Weren't we supposed to keep this a secret from Shi Li?