Song Yaoyao's expression did not change. She simply sniffed as she carried her backpack.

"It will stop soon."

Tang Xinrou: "Really?!"

Song Yaoyao did not reply.

...

At that moment, inside Class 1, the same question was being asked.

"This ridiculous weather is hot one moment and cold the next. Does it want to kill us?"

"You should go home. Don't you have a heater at home?"

"Tch, I don't want to wet my clothes, so I'd rather play with my phone in the classroom."

Song Jingwan blinked, wondering why Huo Ningxi hadn't returned. Just as she was about to make a phone call to question him...

Her good friend, An Ruoyao, poked her. "Jingwan, I remember you have really good luck. Why don't you pray for the rain to stop!"

"Ha..."

Song Jingwan found this hilarious and burst into laughter. "How's that possible? Besides, I already told you that I was only lucky when I was young~"

"Oh, give it a try~ Just give it a try and see what happens~" An Ruoyao said coquettishly as she shook her arm, "I believe in you~"

"Ok then..."

Song Jingwan bit her lower lip and her eyes sparkled. "If I fail, you can't laugh at me!"

"Of course, not. We're just trying this out of boredom in case it might actually work~"

Everyone else also looked over curiously.

With so many eyes on her, Song Jingwan's face turned slightly red. "Why are you all looking at me? You're making me embarrassed!" she said as she stuck out her tongue.

"Hehe, we're admiring our school beauty from up-close!"

"You are Class 1's lucky charm, like a koi! We believe in you!"

"Quick, quick!"

With An Ruoyao's encouragement, Song Jingwan closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and said pretentiously in a soft voice, "If possible...please let the rain stop..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the students near the window began to cheer.

"F*ck! The rain stopped! The rain actually stopped!!"

"That worked so quickly! It stopped as soon as she said it!"

"Oh God! Goddess Jingwan is amazing!!"

Song Jingwan was also surprised as she looked at her hands in disbelief. She then laughed.

"It was just a coincidence," she explained.

But between her gentle eyes was a well-hidden sense of smugness.

...

"Eh? The rain actually stopped!" Tang Xinrou stretched out her hand to feel the rain and smiled as she turned back to look at Song Yaoyao. "Babe, you're really an angel sent to earth!"

Song Yaoyao curved her eyes. "That's enough. Let's go in case it rains again."

"Yes, you're right!"

Tang Xinrou quickly followed Song Yaoyao down the stairs. Now that the rain had stopped, all the students from the other classrooms began to flood out.

She leaned toward Song Yaoyao curiously and asked in a quiet voice, "Yaoyao, how did you know that the rain was about to stop?"

This was too mysterious.

Song Yaoyao smiled but she did not say a word. Was she supposed to tell her that it was her intuition?

Actually, from a young age, she had been extremely lucky. But for someone that led a luxurious life with no worries, this skill wasn't of much use.

However, Song Yaoyao never thought she was lucky. She died when she was 19. If she was really lucky, why was she forced to leave her parents and her brother?

"Oh, but I seriously think you're amazing, Yaoyao! Let's go buy a lottery ticket tomorrow! How does winning 1 billion sound?!"

Tang Xinrou's mouth opened and closed without a break. When she didn't talk, she looked like a complete boss, but when she opened her mouth, she immediately sounded brainless.