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Chapter 125: Fate 1

Without an answer, I'm too lazy to think too much.

Carry your schoolbag and come to your seat and sit down.

Feeling too many unfriendly eyes, I really sighed:

People often cannot find their place, so they are wandering aimlessly and drifting with the flow. When one day they look back, they regret it, but it is too late.

My position is to study hard and let his rumors and gossip go all the way. Those 38 people, their position, can't be found, and have nothing to do with me.

However, some things cannot always be fulfilled. Just like the winter wind blows, I can't control them.

After school, I walked downstairs alone.

Now, I feel more relaxed without those two "friends" who are difficult for me.

However, it is obvious that some people can't stand me feeling comfortable.

At the turn, someone blocked my way

"I heard that I was seriously injured and I have been sent to the hospital." A girl in front whispered.

"The makeup is so cute. If you don't want to help, you'll still blow the wind beside the pillow, make small reports, and kill people." Another female voice was indignant.

"A little bitch like her, whoever is better than her will be unlucky. What else can she do besides having sex?" I don't know who said.

"It's thanks to Liao Liang has always been so kind to her and often helps her. Last time I met a hooligan, I almost lost my life." Someone sighed.

"What should Liao Liang do now? Her father made it like this, she..."

At the entrance of the stairs, someone turned around and saw me. He stopped in disgust, just like avoiding the plague god, and let me pass.

I was not polite, turned sideways and went downstairs...

But there are also people who don't want to let it go.

Stop, look at the girl in front of hatred coldly,

She actually raised her head as if nothing had happened and counted the stars

The entire corridor was blocked immediately.

I don't care.

Don’t you just want to make trouble? Then make a good fight. Who is afraid of who will not succeed?

"Pretty, what do you want?" Someone was indignant and came forward to criticize me.[

"That's right, you're blocking the stairs. Can a man support you and be so domineering?"

Another girl hid behind someone else and said...

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