Chapter 120 Don't mess with me, understand?

When everyone heard this, they all rolled their eyes.

Dear old class, do you have any misunderstandings about our academic performance?

Class three!

The worst class in the school! The most wasteful student!

Don't expect anymore, OK!

As soon as Wang Zhongyun's front foot left, Tang Xinrou jumped up on the back foot, pulling Song Yaoyao up.

"Baby, let's go to the bathroom together!"

Song Yaoyao sighed old-fashioned, "All right."

She doesn't understand why girls are keen to go to the bathroom together. Is there any terrible monster in the bathroom?

The bathroom was outside the teaching building, and two people went downstairs.

Song Yaoyao stood outside with her hands in her pockets, only showing a pair of dark eyes, "Go, I will wait for you outside."

"Ok, you are not allowed to go!"

Tang Xinrou looked back three times before rushing into the bathroom.

At the end of get out of class time, with people coming and going, Song Yaoya slowly moved to the side, relieved, and began to daze——

"Why are you running? Do you dare to complain? Oh, I see a lot of poor boys like you, believe it or not, I can get you out of the class right away?"

"You, you let me go! Let go--"

The three boys grabbed another boy and walked towards the bathroom. The boy continued to struggle.

The corners of his lips are bruised, and his cheeks are red and swollen. It seems that he had just had a fight with someone not long ago.

Song Yaoyao wasn't very interested in these things, she lowered her head to let--

"Go! Today I will teach you how to behave!"

A few people scrambled together outside the bathroom. Song Yaoya was small and shrank in the corner, but he did not expect to suffer a disaster.

"thump--"

Song Yaoyao was knocked down and sat on the ground. She was stunned twice, tears rushing into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry—yo? Song Yaoyao?"

Halfway through the apology, the man suddenly became happy, and unexpectedly met an acquaintance.

"Why are you standing here all right? Forget it if you are stupid, can you grow eyes?" The boy's voice was mean, and the words were mocking. Ah, so hypocritical—"

"what did you say?"

Song Yaoya wiped a tear and slowly got up from the ground.

She didn't move much when she cried, a pair of pupils were black and white, and tears fell in the blink of an eye.

But she was still very calm, asking with a nasal voice.

An Feiran's face was full of bruises, and he apologized embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, are you okay?"

It hurts just now, right?

Song Yaoya didn't even look at him, she smiled at the boy with red eyes, "I asked what you just said."

"Oh-"

Several boys glanced at each other and suddenly laughed wildly.

"What's the matter? Are you still not convinced? I said you are hypocritical, why...ah!!!"

The mocking words were not finished, the little girl had picked up a stone from the ground and threw it on the boy's head.

"Fuck...Fuck Song Yaoyao, are you sick?!!!"

Two of the boys were so frightened that they took two steps backwards. Seeing the blood rushing out of the boys' heads, they were so frightened that they could not speak.

"Really! What to do..."

Song Yaoya stepped on the boy with tears in his eyes, "Come on, you tell me again."

Her voice is soft and waxy, without any lethality, which is completely inversely proportional to the brutality she smashed against people's faces by lifting a rock.

"I, what am I..."

The boy's consciousness has begun to blur, and his face is sticky when he raises his hand.

"Song Yaoyao, I won't, I won't let you go--"

(End of this chapter)