Yuncheng No. 1 Middle School. Class 37, Senior 31.
"Huh, that little bitch hasn't come to school for a day. Is she scared and hiding at home, not daring to come out?"
During the noisy break, a female voice sounded particularly harsh.
Several voices echoed in quick succession: "Yes, Sister Yao, she is nothing but a coward."
"It's fake, it's fake. Do you think that living in the Yun family means you're a rich lady? Ha, why don't you look in the mirror and see how poor you are!"
Several people burst into laughter.
"You're still so free when the college entrance exam is almost here. It seems you don't have enough homework."
Bu Tiange leaned against the door frame, his eyes fixed on the group with sarcasm, "Why don't you look in the mirror and see how ugly your faces are?"
"What did you say?!"
The girl called Sister Yao stood up suddenly, her long, colorful nails curled up, and shrilly said, "Bu Tiange, if you have the guts, say it again!"
Bu Tiange said, "Xiao Yao, just because I didn't fight back before doesn't mean I will continue to be bullied by you in the future. It seems you really want to know why the flowers are so red."
Xiao Yao sneered: "Bu Tiange, I think you got kicked in the head by a donkey!"
Bu Tiange walked to his seat with his schoolbag on his back and sat down calmly.
The boy at the back table poked her with the cap of his pen, pointed at the pile of homework, and said impatiently: "Bu, the teacher asked you to finish these homeworks."
"Got it." Bu Tiange put away the homework and gave him a beautiful smile.
"Hey, the perennial loser is starting to learn too?" Xiao Yao said sarcastically, pointing at a few people, "Go teach her a lesson."
"Okay, Sister Yao."
The few people who were called stood up from their chairs, surrounded Bu Tiange, and had malicious smiles on their faces.
Bu Tiange put down his schoolbag and looked around coldly.
Faced with such obvious school bullying, no one in the classroom spoke out to stop it.
Is it jealousy, fear, or just a desire to watch the show?
Looking away, Bu Tiange sneered in his heart.
People don’t feel pain unless the knife cuts themselves.
Xiao Yao thought she was looking for help, and couldn't help but said proudly: "Bu Tiange, do you think anyone will help you? I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."
"Wrong." Bu Tiange blinked and said lazily, "I was afraid that you would lose too badly."
Xiao Yao's pretty face changed.
Her little followers ordered, "Beat him to death!"
Bu Tiange lowered his eyes, put one hand on his desk, and placed the other hand on the desk behind him, and said softly, "Borrow it for me."
"What?" The boy at the back table was confused.
Before he could figure out the situation, Bu Tiange suddenly stretched out his hands, jumped up with the force of thunder, and kicked the man in front of him in the jaw.
The narrow space of the classroom was not conducive to fighting. The man fell backwards and hit the corner of the table, causing him to grimace in pain.
Bu Tiange didn't give him a chance to breathe. She leaped forward, pressed her arm against the man's throat, and pinned him to the desk.
She looked at him, murderous eyes in her eyes, and asked word by word: "Do you accept it, or not?"
"I……"
The arm pressing against the larynx suddenly exerted force.
The man rolled his eyes and uttered two words with difficulty: "I surrender."
Bu Tiange stood up contentedly.
She blew the non-existent dust from between her fingers and looked at the others gracefully, "Why don't you get out of here right now? Are you waiting in line to get beaten?"
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