"What's wrong with me?"
At this time, Zeng Weiwei saw that the man looked domineering and was not scared by her little trick. He was quite manly.
She suddenly found that she liked the man in front of her more and more! Just now, when he held the broom with one hand, it seemed as if endless power surged from his arm, and he easily lifted her up, preventing her from falling to the ground.
If he hadn't intervened in time, she would have fallen flat on her face, her skirt covered in dust and stains. She wouldn't have been able to return the skirt intact, as she had taken it without her roommate's permission. If the roommates knew about it, she would have become a target of public criticism, completely isolated from them.
Her previously arrogant demeanor vanished instantly. She had to admit that she had developed an inexplicable fondness for this man. Perhaps it was the immense strength he displayed that gave her an unprecedented sense of security.
This bastard was so cunning that he could come up with such a trick! I had originally thought I could get him to hug me, and then take the opportunity to scream loudly, letting others see him being a hooligan, and then see how he would end up.
But who knew that he wouldn't fall for it, and instead landed himself in an awkward position. He'd lost more than he gained! Now, he was the one suffering in silence.
I should have known I shouldn't have had such a crooked idea. Now, not only did it fail, but I also got myself into trouble.
She feigned reserve, glaring at the man fiercely, her tone filled with a hint of resentment and dissatisfaction as she said, "How can you be so unromantic? You're such a blockhead! You don't know how to be gentle with women at all. I just don't understand what Wang Xiaolan sees in you?"
There was a hint of doubt and unwillingness in her eyes.
Of course the man understood what she meant, but he still pretended to be innocent and spread his hands: "Classmate, we don't know each other. Your behavior just now left me with no choice but to do this. Please forgive me if I have offended you." A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had done nothing wrong.
Zeng Weiwei, seeing that he had said so much, could no longer lose her temper.
The man said politely, "Please tell me where she went so I can go look for her."
In fact, Zeng Weiwei knew that Wang Xiaolan and her roommate went to the library, and she pretended to be embarrassed.
"I told you, don't be angry."
The man looked at Zeng Weiwei with a puzzled look on his face and said, "Why should I be angry?"
Zeng Weiwei saw that the man looked indifferent and thought to herself, I have to provoke him.
She deliberately looked around, then waved and said, "Come here, I can only tell you this." As she spoke, she was about to move closer to him.
The man took two steps back cautiously and said, "Don't come over here, just talk! There's nothing wrong with my ears."
Seeing that he wasn't fooled, Zeng Weiwei said, "Alright! Since you're not afraid, there's nothing I can't say." She deliberately raised her voice an octave and continued, "She went out to the movies with a handsome guy and won't be back for a while. You think you're the only one she has, don't you? She changes boyfriends every day, and you're just a substitute..."
After she finished speaking, she glanced at the man to see if he had any reaction, but to her surprise, the man in front of her didn't react at all, which shocked her.
"Hey! There's a green patch on your head, and you're so unresponsive? Are you a man?"
The man saw that Zeng Weiwei's tone of voice was clearly slandering Wang Xiaolan, and he didn't want to continue wasting time with this person.
"Do you think I will believe what you say? Wang Xiaolan is my childhood friend, and I know her better than you do. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell what you are up to by slandering her like this." After saying that, he left without looking back.
Zeng Weiwei stared blankly at him as he walked away, her feet seemingly nailed to the spot, unable to move. It wasn't until a classmate next door called her that she came to her senses.
"Zeng Weiwei, was that your boyfriend just now?"
Zeng Weiwei glanced at her and said unhappily, "What is it? So what if it isn't? What's it got to do with you?"
At this time, a female classmate walked out from another dormitory and said, "Zeng Weiwei, you are dressed so beautifully today, especially this skirt, the style is so fashionable! It must cost a lot of money!"
"Well, yes." Zeng Weiwei answered proudly.
The female classmate suddenly frowned and said, "But... why do I feel like I've seen this skirt somewhere before? Oh, right, I remember, Wang Xiaolan also wore a similar style a few days ago."
Zeng Weiwei's face turned pale instantly. She didn't know how to explain. She didn't want others to know that she was wearing someone else's clothes, and she didn't want to be laughed at. So, she quickly said, "Maybe it's a coincidence. This style is very common."
"Really?" The female classmate looked at Zeng Weiwei suspiciously, "But I remember clearly that Wang Xiaolan was wearing the exact same skirt you are wearing now. Could it be that you two agreed to wear the same skirt together? That would cost a lot of money."
Zeng Weiwei said dissatisfiedly, "You mean only Wang Xiaolan has the right to wear this kind of skirt, but not me? Are you judging people by their appearance?"
"Weiwei, don't be angry, that's not what I meant."
"I see that's what you mean."
Another classmate, unable to bear watching Zeng Weiwei and her friend arguing, stood up and said, "Zeng Weiwei, I remember you applied for a scholarship for poor students, right? That little money is not enough to buy a skirt like this!"
Her tone was full of sarcasm and disdain, which made Zeng Weiwei's face turn extremely ugly in an instant.
This classmate had long been fed up with Zeng Weiwei's vanity, so he deliberately exposed her at this time.
A hint of panic flashed across Zeng Weiwei's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.
She glared at the female classmate fiercely and retorted bluntly: "What's the matter? Is this skirt only owned by Wang Xiaolan? Am I not worthy of wearing such a skirt? You are really meddling in other people's business." After that, she slammed the door shut, isolating herself from the outside world.
After returning to the room, Zeng Weiwei sat on the edge of the bed, her face gloomy, her heart filled with jealousy and resentment. Her eyes stared blankly ahead, her mind constantly recalling what had just happened.
All of this was related to Wang Xiaolan. Why did all the good things fall on her head? Why couldn't she get those benefits? Zeng Weiwei felt extremely angry and unwilling.
She clenched her fists and slammed them hard on the bed, gritting her teeth and saying, "What I can't have, you, Wang Xiaolan, can't have either!" Her voice was low and vicious, as if she wanted to vent all her dissatisfaction and hatred.
After saying this, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a strange smile.
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