Chapter 120 Don't Mess with Me, Understand?

When everyone heard this, they rolled their eyes in unison.

Dear old class, do you have any misunderstandings about our academic performance?

Class three!

Worst class in the whole school! Worst student ever!

Don't hold out your expectations, okay?

As soon as Wang Zhongyun left his front foot, Tang Xinrou jumped up on his back foot, pulling Song Yaoyao up.

"Baby, let's go to the toilet together!"

Song Yaoyao sighed old-fashionedly, "Alright then."

She didn't understand why girls were keen to go to the toilet together. Could it be that there are some terrible monsters in the toilet?

The bathroom is outside the teaching building, and the two of them went downstairs.

Song Yaoyao stood outside with her hands in her pockets, only revealing a pair of dark eyes, "Go, I'll wait for you outside."

"Okay, you're not allowed to go!"

Tang Xinrou turned back three steps, and hurriedly ran into the bathroom.

After class, there were people coming and going, Song Yaoyao slowly moved to the side, relieved, and began to be in a daze—

"What are you running for? How dare you file a complaint? Oh, I've seen a lot of poor boys like you. Believe it or not, I can kick you out of the class right away?"

"You, you let me go! Let go—"

The three boys grabbed another boy and walked towards the bathroom, and the boy struggled constantly.

The corners of his lips were blue and his cheeks were red and swollen, and it looked like he had just had a fight with someone not long ago.

Song Yaoyao wasn't very interested in these things, she lowered her head to the side to let—

"Go! Today I'm going to teach you how to be a man!"

Several people scuffled together outside the bathroom. Song Yaoyao was small and huddled in the corner, but unexpectedly suffered a disaster.

"thump--"

Song Yaoyao was hit and fell to the ground. She was stunned for a while, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, sorry—yo? Song Yaoyao?"

Halfway through the apology, the man suddenly became happy, but he didn't expect to meet an acquaintance.

"Why are you standing here when you have nothing to do? It's okay to be stupid, can you grow your eyes?" The boy's voice was mean, and his words were full of sarcasm, "Look, I'm still crying, if you don't know, you think we're doing something to you. Well, it's so hypocritical—"

"What did you say?"

Song Yaoyao wiped a handful of tears and slowly got up from the ground.

She didn't make much movement when she cried, a pair of pupils were black and white, and tears fell out in a blink of an eye.

But she was still calm and asked in a nasal voice.

An Feiran's face was covered in bruises, he apologized embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, are you alright?"

I just fell, it must be painful, right?

Song Yaoyao didn't even look at him, she smiled at the boy with red eyes, "I asked what you just said."

"Huh—"

Several boys looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"What's the matter? You're still not convinced? I said you're hypocritical, why... ah!!"

Before the sarcasm was finished, the little girl picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the boy's head.

"Fuck...Fuck Song Yaoyao, are you sick?!!"

Two of the boys were so frightened that they took two steps back. Seeing the blood gushing out of the boys' heads, they were too scared to say anything.

"Come on! What to do..."

Song Yaoyao stepped on the boy, with tears in her eyes, "Come on, tell me again."

Her voice was soft and waxy, and she didn't look lethal at all, which was completely inversely proportional to the ferocity with which she held a stone and smashed it at people's faces.

"I, what am I..."

The boy's consciousness had begun to blur, and he raised his hand and wiped the stickiness on his face.

"Song Yaoyao, I won't, I won't let you go—"