At that time, the class monitor was a girl named Hu Namei. She relied on her good academic performance and almost all the students in the class obeyed her orders.
Yes, being good at studying means you can do whatever you want. Plus, her parents are teachers at the school, so she just treats the school as her own territory.
Anyone she dislikes will be isolated by other classmates.
This kind of bullying incident is not taken seriously in this era. Teachers will only think, who made you study poorly? No one wants to be friends with poor students!
Jiang Wanying just wanted to sneer at this. If she had come through earlier, she would have beaten these people so badly that even their parents wouldn't be able to recognize them.
As the school was about to end, teachers who had no classes in the school came out one after another.
In this era, teaching is a stable job that is respected everywhere.
Of course, although there are some different voices in the background, the iron rice bowl remains unchanged.
Jiang Wanying set up a stall opposite the school and took out the clothes one by one. Without a stand, she could only place them on the picnic blanket.
The street stall business in this generation has not developed so rapidly, and stalls like Jiang Wanying's, which are set up in front of the school, are still unique.
Soon, before she could even shout, two ladies came over arm in arm.
"Girl, why are you selling clothes here?" A long-haired woman wearing a woolen coat spoke gently.
Before Jiang Wanying could say anything, another woman next to her, wearing cheap perfume, mocked her, "It's freezing cold and there's no place to try on clothes. What are you thinking?"
She was just short of writing the word "stupid" on Jiang Wanying's face.
Jiang Wanying ignored her and secretly looked at the long-haired woman. Then she picked up a cheongsam from the picnic blanket and said, "Sister, I see that you have an extraordinary temperament. This cheongsam suits you very well."
"What sister? I'm probably about a century old, the same age as your mother." She smiled gently, "Thank you for your kindness, but I can't wear a cheongsam with my figure!"
In her opinion, one has to be very thin to wear a cheongsam. When she was thin in her youth, she really wanted to wear it, but her parents thought that it was only for women in the secular world.
Later, after she got married and gained some weight, many of the clothes she wanted to wear no longer looked the same as before.
This also made her very upset.
However, when Jiang Wanying took out the cheongsam, she was really amazed.
She touched it and found that both the material and the pattern on it were styles she had never seen before.
"You look very light. You don't have to be thin to wear this cheongsam." She leaned closer and whispered, "I see you have a plump figure. This will definitely make you look stunning in it."
After hearing what she said, Xu Dan was a little moved.
Bai Xiaoling, who was standing by, glanced at Jiang Wanying and said something like cold water poured down on Xu Dan, "Sister Dan, don't listen to her nonsense. Zihang is already that old. It's really inappropriate for you to wear clothes like this. If someone sees it, they might spread rumors. You'd better not touch this kind of clothes. Besides, you can't wear this size anyway."
Li Dan paused, a hint of inferiority flashing across his eyes, "Well, you're right."
Jiang Wanying raised her eyebrows. "You said she can't wear it, so she can't wear it? How come your eyes are like a ruler? Why do you have to please others when you dress yourself? If you want to live such a tiring life, then forget it, but what's the point of dragging others into it?"
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