The girls at the door didn't expect anyone to be here at this time.
But upon closer inspection of who it was, they relaxed.
The girl with the wavy curls smirked with sarcasm: "Isn't this the loser from Class 2? Skipping class and hiding here... Ah, well, for a loser like you, sitting in the classroom is just a waste of time."
The girls behind her burst into laughter.
Chuzheng felt the word 'loser' hit her on the forehead, it stung a little.
How exactly is a loser bothering you!!
When a loser gets fierce, even I'm scared of myself!
Chuzheng stood there expressionlessly, without any reaction, making the girls a bit puzzled.
In the past when they encountered her, she wouldn't talk back but would lower her head and avoid them.
What happened today?
The wavy-haired girl was suspicious, gave a glance to her companion beside her, then smiled at Chuzheng: "Since we're all here, why don't you join us?"
The word 'play' was full of malice.
Chuzheng coldly refused: "No time."
