She groaned in pain, raised her head, and saw four or five girls walking towards her. The girl surrounded by them looked like a proud and arrogant princess. She tilted her head and held the racket in her hand.
Gently patting the other palm, there was no hint of sarcasm in his words, "Isn't this the school beauty?"
He glanced behind her and asked, "Where are your flower protectors?"
Wen Tong didn't answer, she tightened her hand on the bag strap and prepared to walk past them.
"Hey, what's your attitude? Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what Miss Ye said?" A girl with short hair grabbed Wen Tong's schoolbag and forcibly pulled her back.
"It's time to go to class, let go of your hands." Wen Tong glanced at the hand holding her schoolbag, her eyes were cold and cold.
"What kind of look are you looking at?" The short-haired girl exerted force on her hand, and Wen Tong was pulled to the ground by her. Her black school uniform skirt was covered with mud.
She pinched her waist and looked at her condescendingly, "What are you crazy about? Aren't you just a bean curd seller? Do you really think that all the men in the world like you? You bitch."
She deliberately prolonged her voice and emphasized the word "bitch" very hard.
Wen Tong lowered her eyes, as if she hadn't heard. Just as she was about to stand up, Ye Yueshu, who had been silent for the whole time, suddenly rushed over and pushed her down again. There was jealousy that could not be hidden on her delicate face.
"Bitch, I'm warning you, stay away from Luo Xi. Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? How come a low-level commoner like you is not worthy of Luo Xi? Even if you go out to sell, you can only sell it to those poor stinky migrant workers.