Qiao Yaning felt increasingly that something was amiss. She had already apologized sincerely, yet the other party continued to pester her relentlessly.
Not long after, the Elite Class's class monitor arrived with a large group of boys, marching over in a formidable formation.
They looked intimidating, each one seemed like trouble.
Even though everyone had received higher education, Qiao Yaning was still panicking.
She whispered to Wang Shiwei, "They must be doing this on purpose."
Wang Shiwei pouted, hiding behind Qiao Yaning, and complained irritably, "Flies don't buzz around a seamless egg. I told you Lu Mian was too pretentious, making a fuss over nothing. See, now you've made an enemy! The whole class has come looking for us, making us suffer as well. This matter... deal with it yourself, don't involve me!"
She spoke sarcastically, as if it had nothing to do with her.
"You..." Qiao Yaning opened her mouth, "Can't you at least say something?"
Wang Shiwei rolled her eyes.
