The male student Hu Xiaobing's face changed color, his legs went weak, but his mouth was still tough, "Scared of what? I'm not scared at all!"
Hu Xiufang scoffed, "If you're not scared, you should face off against him one-on-one! Not talk about his wife. Such a coward, always picking on the weak."
"Who are you calling a coward? Say that again, I dare you?" Hu Xiaobing's face turned red as he pointed at Hu Xiufang, his eyes almost popping out.
"Coward!"
Ring, ring, ring, the class bell rang.
Reluctantly, Hu Xiaobing returned to his seat, and the crisis was averted for now.
During this class, Li Qiao's mind was elsewhere.
She felt down, not understanding why everyone was so malicious towards her.
Especially those who talked about personal matters.
The phrase "the child of a loser is just a little loser" kept replaying in her head.
The math teacher called her name twice.
Hu Xiufang kept nudging her until she came back to reality.
