"You think you're good at pretending? Why don't you continue putting on an act in front of us?"
Chi Zaozao, facing the aggressive demeanor of the four female classmates, truly didn't want to provoke them, but they wouldn't let her leave. With no choice, she asked, "What do you want?"
"What do we want?" One of the girls stepped forward, grabbed Chi Zaozao's hair, and slapped her across the face, "We don't want much; we just want to slap you a couple of times to see if you dare to be this shameless again."
Chi Zaozao was slapped, and her cheek instantly turned blood-red. She was furious and glared at the girl, wanting to fight back, but the other three classmates came forward and restrained her.
"What? You want to resist?" the girl mocked as she slapped Chi Zaozao's cheek, "Go ahead, resist. Bite me. Curse me. Chi Zaozao, I'm warning you, stay away from Professor Ye, or next time it won't just be a lesson like this. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
