Seeing his bloodshot eyes, Sun Xiaoxi stepped back in fear, but remained defiant in her speech. "What, am I wrong?" she retorted scornfully. "She's nothing more than Qiao Jingxuan's cast-off trash that you're treating like a treasure."
Before Xie Fei could say anything in response, someone violently overturned a table at the back of the classroom, creating a deafening noise.
Startled by this sudden outburst, the whole class fell into an eerie silence.
Everyone glanced over in surprise, to find to their horror that He Shasha, fuming with rage, had her young maiden's book bag in her hand as if it were a massive sword, and was striding to the front.
Without asking anything, she viciously swung the bag at Sun Xiaoxi's head.
The weight of He Shasha's bag was significant, filled with all sorts of odds and ends—aside from textbooks, there were food, toys, a water bottle, and such. The blow caused Sun Xiaoxi to bleed from her nose on the spot, turning her vision pitch black...
