"But you're not even hurt!" the other girl shouted.
Qiao Li tilted her head. "That's not my fault. That's just your skill issue."
The three girls looked like they were about to explode from pure rage.
And Qiao Li?
She picked up her bag, fixed her hair, and said coolly, "Next time you come after me, bring better logic. And maybe better training."
She opened the door and stepped out like a queen exiting a battlefield.
Behind her, the classroom was filled with groans and angry mutters.
But she didn't care.
She was done being soft.
Lin Meimei stared at Qiao Li's back with rage in her eyes and gritted her teeths,
"Qiao Li... you b*tch! Just wait! I will make you pay for all of your wrong deeds!"
Without hesitation, she took out her phone and wrote an article against Qiao Li using her second account.
To further back her article she posted the photos of their injuries.
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The next morning, Qiao Li walked into school as usual.
