Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 122: Don’t Provoke Me. Understood?

Chapter 122: Don’t Provoke Me. Understood?

When everyone heard these words, they all rolled their eyes.

Boss, do you have a misunderstanding?

This is Class 3-3!

The worst class in the school! With the most useless students!

Don’t get your hopes high, okay?

As soon as Wang Zhongyun left, Tang Xinrou jumped to her feet and pulled Song Yaoyao up with her.

“Precious, let’s go to the bathroom together!”

Song Yaoyao sighed. “Okay.”

She didn’t understand why girls always went to the bathroom together. Was there, perhaps, a scary monster there?

The bathroom was outside the mathematics building, so the two girls walked downstairs together,

Song Yaoyao shoved her hands in her pockets and stood outside, exposing just her dark eyes. “Go ahead, I’ll wait outside.”

“Okay, don’t go anywhere!”

Tang Xinrou glanced back a few times and quickly rushed into the bathroom.

After class, it was busy. Song Yaoyao slowly leaned to the side, relaxed, and fell into a daze...

“Where do you think you’re running to? How dare you report us. Ha, I’ve seen plenty of poor kids like you. Did you know that I can kick you out of the first class immediately?”

“Let go of me! Let go...”

Three boys were dragging another boy toward the bathrooms, and the boy who was being dragged was struggling.

His lips were purple, and his face was red and swollen. Clearly, he had just been in a fight.

Song Yaoyao wasn’t interested in stuff like this, so she leaned back and made way for them.

“Go! Let me teach you a lesson today!”

The three boys started fighting outside the bathroom. Song Yaoyao was petite, but even though she was huddled up in the corner, she was unexpectedly implicated.

Thump—

Song Yaoyao was knocked onto the floor. Recovering from her shock, tears immediately streamed from her eyes.

“Sorry, sorry... Eh? Song Yaoyao?”

The boy was apologizing when he suddenly beamed in joy. He never expected to see someone familiar.

“Why are you standing here? It’s bad enough that you’re a fool, are you also blind?” the boy said insultingly, his every word full of mockery. “Look, you’re even crying. Those that don’t know would think that we did something to you. So delicate...”

“What did you say?”

Song Yaoyao wiped her tears and slowly stood up.

She didn’t cry really hard, so the whites of her eyes were still clear. As she blinked, droplets of tears fell.

But she remained calm as she questioned them in a nasally voice.

An Feiran’s face was covered in bruises. As he looked at her, he apologized, “Sorry, are you okay?”

That fall must have been painful.

Without glancing at An Feiran, her eyes turned red as she looked at the other boy and laughed. “I asked you what you just said.”

“Woah...”

The boys looked at each other and exploded in laughter.

“What? You can’t accept it? I said you’re delicate. So wh— Ah!”

Before he finished his words of ridicule, the girl had picked up a stone from the ground and thrown it at his head.

“F*ck... Song Yaoyao, are you crazy?!”

Two of the boys retreated in fear as blood oozed from the third boy’s head. They were so scared that they couldn’t even talk properly.

“F-f-f*ck! What do we do...?”

Song Yaoyao stepped on the boy as tears continued to flow from her eyes. “Go ahead, say it again.”

Her voice was soft, without any lethality. It was a complete contrast to the action of throwing a stone at someone’s head.

“F*ck...”

The boy became dizzy as he lifted his hand to wipe his blood-covered face.

“Song Yaoyao, I won’t let you get away with this!”