Yang Huanhuan was startled by the sudden force and stood there for a long time, unable to react.
Until Su Nan slammed the perfume bottle down on the desk.
"Su Nan, what are you doing?!"
Yang Huanhuan glared at her with an unfriendly tone, and put her hands on her hips.
"Confiscate the pesticides!"
Su Nan walked up to her and met a pair of angry eyes.
Su Nan was already tall, and standing in front of the petite Yang Huanhuan, she had a sense of looking down on her.
Yang Huanhuan snorted, raising her chin, determined not to lose face:
"You've made such a stench and a mess, and you think a little perfume will bother you?!"
"So you're used to the smell and can't stand the smell, huh?!"
Xu Zhe was shocked. She suspected that Yang Huanhuan was possessed, as she was a completely different person from when she first enrolled!
Was it Instructor Liu who drugged her, or did Jiang Hehe switch her soul?
She gave Bei Xiaoyu a questioning look: What should we do now?
Bei Xiaoyu glanced at Su Nan: "Give it to her."
"Does it smell good? It smells like pesticides, not even as good as mala tang (a type of spicy hot pot)."
Su Nan then toned down her aggressiveness when she snatched the bottle and returned to her usual carefree demeanor.
"Ha! You can eat this kind of garbage, spicy hot pot?! It's filthy! No wonder the dorm always smells so cheap and shabby!"
Yang Huanhuan's face was full of disdain, disgusted by Su Nan's ignorance—how dare she compare trash to her perfume?!
"Fine, you're so noble." Su Nan's attitude wasn't bad, but her words had a hidden meaning. "But the smell of poverty can be dissipated by ventilation; there's no need to use pesticides to kill it."
Even though her attitude wasn't bad, her constant mention of pesticides still infuriated Yang Huanhuan.
Her cheeks were puffed out, her chest heaving, and she angrily held the perfume bottle up to Su Nan's face:
"Open your ignorant eyes and look! This is a French brand!"
"Have you gone crazy from farming? All you've ever smelled is pesticides?!"
"You ignorant peasant! You have no manners!"
"Hey?" Su Nan's eyes lit up. Did he think she was a peasant with no knowledge?
How can farmers be insulted like this?! Su Nan will not allow it!
"A French brand?" Su Nan feigned surprise, looking down at the perfume bottle, examining it from all angles.
"This is French, right? How do you pronounce it?" Su Nan pointed to the words on the bottle. "Teach me, please! Let the farmers broaden their horizons too!"
Yang Huanhuan didn't expect this person to act unpredictably; she had no idea how to read it.
The perfume was a gift from Jiang Hehe, and that's when she learned about a luxury brand called Dior.
Su Nan encouraged her with her eyes: "Teach me, you can't possibly not know how, right? You're already their valued customer."
Yang Huanhuan gripped the bottle so tightly that her fingers turned white.
"Stop squeezing it~ You won't be able to read it even if you break the bottle." Su Nan said calmly.
"Then come on!" Yang Huanhuan retorted fiercely, showing no sign of backing down.
Su Nan smirked: "Oh ho, damn it, let's drink..."
They spout off in a string of gibberish, without even thinking.
Xu Zhe silently admired them, thinking that the people in the online shopping free shipping zone were indeed knowledgeable and erudite.
She couldn't help but clap her hands.
Yang Huanhuan's face turned extremely ugly, and she glared fiercely at Xu Zhe:
"Hmph! I just got back with my leg still injured, and I'm already teaming up with them to ostracize me! Do they think they're so great?!"
Xu Zhe regretted it inwardly. Why was he so impulsive? Why did he have to clap?!
She now understood why Bei Xiaoyu wanted her to just watch and leave everything to Su Nan.
With a three-on-one advantage, even a reasonable argument can be dismissed as unreasonable.
Before she could even say a word, Yang Huanhuan labeled her action as exclusion.
Xu Zhe didn't respond, but Yang Huanhuan wouldn't let her off the hook:
"It was Su Nan and Bei Xiaoyu who ganged up on me before. Now that you're back, are you going to bully my roommate three-on-one?!"
Bullying?!
It's even worse than being ostracized.
What a huge accusation! Xu Zhe has certainly learned something new; this guy is really crazy.
"I just thought Su Nan spoke French well and couldn't help but sincerely praise her. I didn't mean to exclude you at all."
Xu Zhe's defense was reasonable and well-founded, but he was completely outmatched in terms of momentum.
"Ha, you think those two are your good friends? They're having an affair behind your back! You're just a worthless lackey next to them!"
Yang Huanhuan glanced at Xu Zhe sideways:
Do you know why I don't like going back to the dorm?
"I just don't want to see those two being all lovey-dovey, acting like lesbians! It's disgusting!"
Xu Zhe was genuinely startled, but he forced himself to remain calm.
She did imagine Su Nan and Bei Xiaoyu, but why would she feel disgusted?
Instructor Liu's character is truly disgusting!
Seeing Xu Zhe's blank and stupid look, Yang Huanhuan laughed triumphantly.
But that smile quickly disappeared.
Su Nan took two steps closer, his eyes devoid of their usual kindness, now filled with a cold and ruthless glint.
Say it again!
Xu Zhe was startled by the sound.
It was as if a storm was brewing, and if Yang Huanhuan uttered just one more word, a torrent of punches would rain down on her meticulously made-up face.
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