He is the second one of Hao Meng's followers. Qinghuan doesn't bother to remember their names. They are thin and long and short winter melons, and their eyes are full of malice.

At that time, Qinghuan was doing math problems. When she was the president, she didn't need to calculate these things. She just wanted to make decisions. Qinghuan was obsessed with books and didn't focus on physicalization at all. It can be said that except for the most basic addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, mathematics is just a paste thing for Qinghuan.

But not now.

She thought mathematics was very interesting, fun and full of infinite mysteries! It’s a pity that the book in her hand was not deep enough. If she had the opportunity and conditions, she could learn it more thoroughly!

Mo Ze looked at his master who digs out another hobby and then sighed. Master, the most important thing in the learning divine task is name, name, name, name! Don’t go off the wrong way again, okay? Thinking about it, I am really pitiful as a system, I beg my master to do the task, she just plays as she pleases and never plays cards according to the cards! In the world of female ghost Yuan'er, she obviously wanted to np, but she turned around and left, and stopped playing the main task! All kinds of willfulness even said that he was a child's character...

Because he was immersed in the magic of mathematics, when someone kicked her table and caused a stack of books and pencil case on the table to fall to the ground, Qinghuan narrowed her eyes and looked up. Even a thin strip of winter melon stood at her table, and the two of them were tall and round, blocking her sunshine.

Unexpectedly, she was stunned by Qinghuan's eyes. The thin strip and the short winter melon looked at each other and slapped Qinghuan's table: "Little bitch, where have you been?!"

Qinghuan looked at them and ignored them.

"I'm asking you!" The thin long strip looked very anxious and pointed at Qinghuan's nose and asked: "Are you deaf?!"

Qinghuan grabbed the math book without hesitation and waved it to his thin claws, and said indifferently: "Don't talk to me, Hao Meng's lackey."

The thin long strip was so painful that it was gasping for a long time. Of course, Qinghuan was strong and coincidental. She was only slightly in pain now, and the more painful thing was still behind. The dwarf winter melon was angry: "Who did you say is the lackey? Say it again!"

Qinghuan lifted her eyelids, glanced at them lazyly and indifferently, and said lightly: "Lacking dog."

As soon as the two words came out, everyone was in an uproar. She really dared to say it! The two of them were going crazy to fight Qinghuan. They were used to being domineering. The real young masters and ladies looked down on their little quarrels and never bothered to pay attention to them. They really thought that they could leave this school.

The students in Class Z still only looked and didn't say anything. They gave up a space that was enough to allow the thin strips and the short winter melon to display. Qinghuan felt the sorrow and helplessness deep in her heart, and the unspeakable discomfort. Yes, I always hoped to get along with my classmates, but they ignored her and would not lend a helping hand to her at critical moments.

They will always be able to stand by and watch.

But if you don’t fight or resist, if you bully Cen Ning today, you won’t bully themselves in the future? It’s really hard for them to read so many books of sages since they were young.

It's really strange that they learn ancient Chinese, memorize ancient poems, wear retro-style clothes, learn from the art of the ancients, but they don't learn from the ancients' character. Qinghuan thought, and grabbed a broom from the sanitary corner. Alas, her image... People always take some elegant and beautiful weapons, such as swords, white silks, bells, etc., but she uses a broom...
Chapter completed!