This life, she had never been publicly humiliated like this, hit in the face again and again, ruthlessly and fiercely, until her face was almost flattened!
Nangong Meng's face was as dark as a sick pig's liver, seemingly frozen within the window frame.
It was too late to regret coming to the East Sea Class to show off now.
Because the people in East Sea Class didn't need to show off at all, with a table full of stationery from around the world laid out for free on every desk;
The "Cang Yun-made" 2B pencils, which symbolized the Empire's national treasure, casually held in Zuzi's jade-like hand;
And Zuzi's jade-like hands were annoyingly tender, white, beautiful, and dazzling...
All these things, each one was a hard slap to Nangong Meng's face!
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Late at night.
Nangong Meng tossed and turned in the hotel, unable to sleep, and suddenly sat up.
"I hate, I hate, Zuzi, I hate you!"
She tore at the bed sheets, venting the resentment in her heart.
