Wang Xue's indignation didn't last long. After lunch, the two of them returned to find a woman sitting at their desk.
The woman's yellow hair seemed long overdue for a touch-up, with four or five centimeters of black roots showing, and countless earrings on her ears. Luo Qianqian felt less about how cool it was and more like her scalp was tingling. Wasn't she afraid of the pain? The earrings weren't outdated, but in Luo Qianqian's eyes, this definitely wasn't how a high schooler should look. A cigarette dangled from her mouth, and she played with one of Luo Qianqian's pens, tapping it on the desk. Her face was as pale as a ghost from the heavy foundation, paired with makeup fit for a Sadako cosplay, with silvery black smoky eyeshadow, looking like she was ready for a stage performance.
