But despite all this, Hong Yan, that old witch, hadn't given up yet. Just now, a love letter that a boy from the next class wrote to Fan Xiaoling had been copied onto the blackboard by her.
As soon as Fan Xiaoling entered the class, she was met with the laughter and ridicule of the other girls. However, she was already used to it. She returned to her seat silently and then picked up a book to read.
Seeing that Fan Xiaoling was dismissing her masterpiece with contempt, Hong Yan got annoyed again. So, she simply stood up, started reading the mushy love letter on the blackboard word for word with feeling, provoking laughter from all the students in the class.
Helplessly, Fan Xiaoling covered her ears tightly with both hands, as tears of frustration swirled in her eyes. She couldn't bear living like this any longer, but if it were not for her parents who worked so hard to earn money for her education, she would have probably dropped out of school already.
