The male classmates looked at Song Qiqi with naked scrutiny, as if they were looking at a commodity.
Song Qiqi scanned the faces of these people one by one, wanting to engrave them deeply in his mind.
Every time she glanced at someone, she would shudder unconsciously, looking away out of guilt or fear, not daring to look them in the eye.
But An Qi covered her mouth and laughed.
"You dare to do this yourself, don't be afraid of what others say."
Song Qiqi also chuckled, a clown-like smile on her lips, "An Qi, even if you give me such an unwarranted stigma, it can't change the fact that you are nothing in front of Huo Yan."
"Have you ever heard the saying? Those with bare feet are not afraid of those wearing shoes!"
A hint of ruthlessness and determination flashed in Song Qiqi's eyes, and then, when An Qi was about to swear, a solid brick hit her.
A strong smell of blood came over me.
"Ah!!!!" Angel lowered her head and looked at the blood dripping from her body.
The next second, she fainted from fright.
The classroom was in chaos.
Song Qiqi escaped.
Lan Yuqin looked at her back, surprise and faint admiration flashing in her eyes.
Song Qiqi ran as hard as she could, fearing that she would be caught up. All she could hear was the whistling of the wind and her heavy breathing.
She ran to the place where she had met Han Zemu. The corner was very secluded and she planned to hide there until school was over.
Song Qiqi just huddled in the corner, recalling her previous impulse and shaking uncontrollably all over.
She was indeed impulsive.
But now, besides being panicked, she also felt comfortable and excited!
"Here, these two paintings are for you."
A voice scared Song Qiqi and she screamed.
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