Xiaozhou's expression turned serious, and just as he was about to speak, Mo Jun suddenly asked, her voice icy, "Who did you call trash?"
Song Ziqi glanced at her with disdain and scoffed with contempt, "Who do you think? Tell her, who's the trash."
The girls behind her immediately echoed, "The trash is you guys."
"Whoever's asking is the trash, obviously."
"Trash shouldn't stay here making a scene, just scram; this place isn't for you to even step foot in."
"Right, hurry up and take your trash bodyguard with you."
The girls laughed mockingly, unrestrained, buoyed by their strong sense of superiority, feeling no need to pretend to be nice.
Their status and position gave them the liberty to say whatever they wanted.
They also despised these commoners the most.
The very idea that commoners wanted to study with them here was an insult to them.
Thus, they looked down on Mo Jun and her friends with inherent disdain and contempt.
