Xia Qianqian snorted coldly and turned away to ignore her.

Huang Meimei seemed to have grasped the shortcomings, and said loudly: "Everyone, take a look, this talented woman in everyone's eyes does not have an invitation to the Yunlan Flower Appreciation Festival."

"She didn't even have a chance to go in, and she's still here taunting others. It's really ridiculous."

Normally, Xia Qianqian doesn't want to provoke anyone, but the person in front of her is provoking her bottom line.

"It is not a shame to be unable to enter the Yunlan Flower Viewing Festival without an invitation."

Xia Qianqian stood up and looked at her coldly, "Because Mr. Yu is not willing to take you to the flower viewing festival, you are publicly slandering her with insinuations!"

"Huang Meimei, have you ever respected your master?"

"Why don't I respect my teacher?" On weekdays, Huang Meimei is used to talking nonsense, and others just listen. No one has ever cared about her.

That's why she is so presumptuous.

At this time, Xia Qianqian pointed out her mistake sharply. She blushed with anger, rushed over in three steps, then stretched out her hand to pluck people's hair.

Her father is a nouveau riche, and her family has almost monopolized the entire pig industry in Jiangcheng.

Since she was born, she has been used to seeing a white knife go in and a red knife come out, so she has a domineering temper and never suffers.

"Pah!" Before the extended hand fell on the other person's hair, Xia Qianqian slapped her mouth hard.

Xia Qianqian's hair was not messed up at all, and she warned in a cold voice: "If you attack me, I will never be lenient."

Huang Meimei covered half of her sore and hot face with one hand and looked at Xia Qianqian blankly.

The rest of the people also stared at the two in horror.

The entire school was silent.

No one would have thought that a humble verbal argument would suddenly escalate into a physical beating.

This...

As the saying goes, three women, one drama.

There are so many girls in the Guizi class, and there are conflicts and fights between people every day, but no one has ever seen two people directly starting a fight like today.

"Xia Qianqian, how dare you hit me?" Huang Meimei was slapped in front of the public. When she came to her senses, her eyes were filled with tears.

The ensuing humiliation and grievance suddenly rushed into her chest, "I will fight with you."

She is two years younger than Xia Qianqian, but she is tall and can fit two of Xia Qianqian inside.

She rushed forward in two steps and grabbed Xia Qianqian's hair with one hand.

Xia Qianqian looked cold and held her wrist with her backhand, squeezing it gently.

"Creak." There is a crisp sound through the skin and flesh, and at the bones and joints.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." The next second, Huang Meimei screamed like a pig.

"Xia Qianqian, how could you hit someone?" Ren Yuanyuan, who was watching the excitement, said that Zilai and Huang Meimei had a good relationship.

At this time, when I saw my friend being tortured, I winked at the people on the side.

Several students rushed forward, shouting, "We are all classmates, let's not hurt the harmony by fighting."

Ren Yuanyuan rushed over and stopped in front of Xia Qianqian, trying to separate her and give Huang Meimei a chance to take action.

Seeing that Xia Qianqian was about to suffer a loss, Wang Yueyue picked up the inkstone on the table and rushed forward, "Who dares to hit Xia Qianqian, give it a try?"

Her desperate attitude scared off some people who secretly took action.

After all, it is well known that Wang Yueyue’s father is a death row inmate.

Because of her father, many people are a little wary of her.

Another group of brave people rushed over.

Someone snatched the inkstone from Wang Yueyue's hand, while others tugged at her clothes.

"Don't fight, don't fight!"

They said not to fight, but in the chaos, they pinched Wang Yueyue's flesh through the clothes.

Wang Yueyue was in pain and screamed, but she still refused to let go of Huang Meimei's dress.

Suddenly, the whole school was in chaos, and the other students were all frightened.

Xia Qianqian's cold eyes swept across the classroom, watching everyone's actions, and the strength in her hands increased, causing Huang Meimei to wail continuously.

"If you don't let go, I will crush your wrist bones. Huh!" She threatened with a cold snort: "I want to see what kind of noble family you want to marry after you have lost one of your hands?

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Marrying a good family is the ultimate dream of all students here.

For Huang Meimei, it is the most direct way to change his family's reputation and advance to the first level of noble lady.

Now, because of the difference in body shape and appearance, she is already far behind the upper class. If she had another broken hand, no one from an ordinary family would be willing to marry a disabled person.

The hand that grabbed the hair quickly let go without even having time to pull it out.

"Xia Qianqian, I let go, please let go quickly."

Huang Meimei didn't take advantage of her, but she didn't give in at all in terms of momentum.

Xia Qianqian pinched her wrist and slowly moved it aside. Her sharp eyes fell behind Huang Meimei, "What? You also want to taste the feeling of having your wrist broken off?"

"No no no!"

Four or five female students suddenly let go and raised their hands awkwardly to indicate that they were not making any small moves.

Huang Meimei's wailing sound echoed in the ears, creating a strong shock to everyone.

The girl in pink clothes in front of her has an indifferent expression, but those black stone-like eyes are so powerful that they can cause goosebumps to rise on someone's back.

She usually lives alone and has a gentle temper.

In terms of age, she is the oldest in the class.

Because she was born in a rural area, she was looked down upon by everyone, but her painting skills were also shocking and admirable.

The two offset each other, there is no conflict of interest, and no one is willing to cause trouble for her.

But things are different now.

I heard that she has fallen in Mr. Mo’s eye and is going to marry him.

Among the forty-two female students in this school, regardless of whether they are married or not, Mr. Mo, who has good looks and a wealthy family, is their white moonlight and the mole in their hearts.

Who would have thought that such a high-ranking person, who is like a fairy, would marry a peasant girl with an unattractive appearance and a lowly background.

How many people can’t figure it out day and night, turning over and over again and refusing to believe it?

Disappointment, entanglement, envy, jealousy, resentment...

In recent days, all kinds of emotions towards Mr. Mo and Xia Qianqian have emerged from the bottom of my heart, mixed together, and finally turned into a raging flame of jealousy towards Xia Qianqian.

A single spark can start a prairie fire, let alone the anger between women.

In particular, Huang Meimei is Mr. Mo's most loyal admirer, and she hates Xia Qianqian deeply.

Therefore, she knew that Xia Qianqian had a close relationship with Mr. Yu, so she deliberately said those sour words to deliberately annoy her.

Sure enough, she was fooled.

Huang Meimei took action as expected, but instead of pressing the opponent to the ground, pulling out her hair, and scratching her face as expected, she was restrained by the opponent.

"Xia Qianqian, they have all let go, please let go quickly, it hurts, it hurts me to death."

Huang Meimei's facial features were wrinkled together, and she looked uncomfortable.

"Watch your mouth." After warning her again, Xia Qianqian flicked her hand away and let go.

Unexpectedly, the person who was crying just now raised his head and said with a ferocious expression: "Xia Qianqian, I will fight with you."
Chapter completed!