Four girls had surrounded Yao Tang's guests, each of them wearing a threatening expression. The one in front of her seemed to be the leader. Indeed, she looked the fiercest among them all.
She was also the one who had pushed Yao Tang just now.
These kids were not from Class 12.
Yao Tang had a photographic memory, and she already had her classmates' faces memorized.
The group's leader, Zhang Ting, was practically thrumming with rage. She had been itching to teach this newcomer a lesson, so when the post about her background blew up, she gathered her minions to teach the bumpkin a lesson.
One of the few things she loathed in the world was some tramp pandering to the boys and trying to seduce them, and the current campus belle was no exception.
