Everyone came to the classroom of Class 3 (1). (Actually, I don’t know how many classes there are, so I’ll just take a look...)
First there was the usual surprise, followed by countless applause.
Some boys ignored the majesty of the teacher and the captain and vice-captain of the tennis club and whistled directly at Mo Hen, but they all met with tragic consequences - you tried dozens of petals floating from the window for no reason, flying towards you, and then each one
Your clothes were cut sharply, then the desk was split in half for no reason, and finally, did it feel like there was blood in front of your eyes? Several boys passed out with pale faces.
These are the joint masterpieces of Flower Angel, Martial Angel and Demon Angel.
Mo Hen just glanced at the frightened people and turned around helplessly to look at the scenery.
She was not stupid enough to resist the actions of the three of them. Yukimura alone gave her a headache, and the life and death of others had no impact on her.
Originally, she thought that after what happened just now, no one would dare to bother her anymore, but there were still exceptions.
Just after her lunch break today, a beautiful girl with twin tails came to her. For some reason, Mo Hen always felt familiar when looking at her.
"Hello, Mo Sang, I am Su Qianquan from China. You can just call me Qian Quan." The girl who called herself Qian Quan stretched out her hand, and there was a subtle hint of sinisterness in her eyes. Mo Hen caught it.
She didn't reach out or respond, as if she was thinking about where this familiar disgust came from. Suddenly, Mo Hen stood up, almost knocking down the seat behind him.
She smiled meaningfully, stretched out her white hand, and shook it with Su Qianquan. Yukimura and the others were surprised and confused by Mo Hen's behavior.
However, only Su Qianquan knew that the white hand was so strong when it held her hand that it was as if it was going to crush her hand. She retracted her hand in pain, her beautiful phoenix eyes staring at Mo Hen with hatred.
Mo Hen withdrew his hand indifferently and looked directly at Qian Quan with empty eyes, but there was something called coldness in it. She remembered where this familiar disgust originated.
Qian Quan looked at Mo Hen's eyes and shivered suddenly. Why did these eyes feel so familiar... just like... that her...
"Xiao Mo, what are you doing? You went to eat." Yukimura lifted Mo Hen's collar, pulled her behind him, and looked at Qian Quan with indifferent eyes.