Everyone looked at that girl, with some resentment in their eyes.
The girl was slightly flustered: "Are you complaining?"
"Yes!" said Jiang Baocu, "I complained many times from the start. You are in the same department as me. Don't you know that? I suddenly got sick, vomiting and diarrhea. Do you think I wanted this?"
The girl's face turned slightly pale.
Qin Lin was exasperated, having to listen to their quarrel, angrily separating them.
"Go do what you need to do!"
The girl saw she couldn't win against Jiang Baocu and cried.
Only two or three people comforted her, the others were too lazy to care. They had long seen through such antics.
Nowadays, with the internet being widespread, high school students are quite mature, the act of playing the innocent victim didn't work well.
"What is she showing off about? She's clearly creating opportunities for her friend!" the girl cried.
"Don't worry, that fat girl can't sing well."
"Yeah, she will definitely screw it up."
