As expected, when get out of class was over, Miao Yanru walked to Miao Jian's seat and asked with concern: "Sister, where have you been this weekend? You haven't been home. I thought something happened to you."
All the eyes in the first few rows of the class followed Miao Yanru and looked back, staring at Miao Yanru and Miao Jian.
Miao Jian closed the book and looked up at her coldly, "Where should I report to you?"
"No, sister, you misunderstood, I didn't mean it like that, I was just worried about you..." Miao Yanru stood next to Miao Jian's seat, like a child being trained.
Miao Jian frowned, not wanting to reply, so she opened the exercise book and started doing the questions.
"And sister, don't be late next time... This is not good..." Miao Yanru continued, her voice getting softer and softer, but everyone in the class heard her words clearly.
Miao Jian became more and more unhappy. Miao Yanru had deliberately come to make trouble for her. She put the pen on the table with a snap and said in a very loud voice: "What qualifications do you, an adopted daughter, have to teach me a lesson?"
The class was originally noisy. Many people were watching Miao Yanru and Miao Jian, and they were noisy in whispers. When Miao Jian said this, the atmosphere in the class immediately solidified, and no one spoke.
"So Miao Yanru is an adopted daughter... Then she said before that she was the only daughter of the Miao family, tsk tsk tsk..." Some girls had long disliked Miao Yanru and broke the silence directly.
It was obviously a conversation between two people, but it was particularly obvious in this silent class. Everyone heard it, including Miao Yanru.
Their conversation was like a depth charge, exploding in the hearts of many people.
Tears were rolling in her eyes, her hands were hidden in her sleeves, her fingers were clenched together tightly, and her nails were deeply embedded in her flesh, but she didn't feel any pain at all.
"Sister, I'm sorry..." Miao Yanru's tears flowed out. She covered her eyes and returned to her seat almost sobbing.
Zhang Hang has been looking at Miao Yanru since she left her seat. He saw all the scenes. Miao Yanru lowered her head and sobbed as she sat in her seat, her back twitching. It made him feel distressed to see her.
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"Miao Jian, what do you mean? Yan Ru is kind enough to care about you, so you are so aggressive. I don't know how to be so aggressive in thanking you!" Zhang Hang stood up from his position indignantly, staring at Miao Jian with angry eyes.
Miao Jian looked at him indifferently, sneered, and said to himself:
"running dog."
She said she was talking to herself, and everyone close to her heard her. They turned their heads and looked at the angry Zhang Hang, the expressions on their faces were self-evident.
Zhang Hang was far away and didn't hear what Miao Jian said. He just felt that Miao Jian didn't answer him because he felt guilty and didn't dare. Everyone looked at him, and his expression was a little unnatural.
He wriggled his lips, slightly adjusted his facial expression, and launched another crusade against Miao Jian as if he had regained his strength.
"I don't dare to speak anymore. It turns out that you also know that you are guilty. If you know that you are wrong, you'd better apologize to Yanru quickly!"
Wu Yuanshu was eating potato chips, watching this scene, and when she heard what Zhang Hang said, she almost spit out the potato chips in her mouth.
As she approached Miao Jian, the potato chip bag made a clattering sound. In this special atmosphere, the sound sounded very provocative.
"Do you want to apologize?" Wu Yuanshu said jokingly, the fragrance of lemon-flavored potato chips sprayed on Miao Jian's face,
Miao Jian raised his eyes for a moment and glanced disdainfully at Zhang Hang, who was standing next to Miao Yanru like a piece of wood. Miao Yanru ignored him.
Miao Jian lowered her eyes again and continued to do her exercises.
No one answered Zhang Hang, and the atmosphere became a bit awkward.
Zhang Hang, no matter how stupid he was, felt the atmosphere. He shouted to Miao Jian twice, but she didn't answer him. The first time he thought it was because she was too afraid to answer, but the second time she was still silent. He suddenly felt that it was him.
A little abrupt.
But since he started off aggressively, he had to keep it going from beginning to end, and he had to show it off, otherwise how could Miao Yanru think highly of him.
He imitated those teachers and coughed, pretending to be presentable. But in Miao Jian's opinion, that was a very retarded behavior.
"Classmate Miao Jian, you'd better apologize to Yan Ru quickly!" He repeated this sentence in a more serious tone.
Miao Jian was made impatient by him. She slowly raised her head, a few bangs brushing her eyes. She looked at Zhang Hang without blinking, her thin lips slightly parted: "Yan Ru? Who is she to you?"
"Human, did you ask for permission from others when you called me so kindly?"
Zhang Hang was stunned by Miao Jian's words. He hesitated and couldn't speak for a while. Everyone in the class looked at him, and his face was slightly red.
Miao Yanru had been sobbing with her head down before. Now she raised her head, reached out and carefully pulled Zhang Hang's sleeve: "It's okay, it's my fault. Zhang Hang, please sit down."
Her eyes were red and swollen, and the tip of her nose was also red. Looking at Miao Yanru like this, Zhang Hang's aura that had been deflated suddenly started to burn again. He gently pushed Miao Yanru's hand away with a firm look in his eyes.
"You're not wrong, it's her fault."
Miao Yanru grabbed Zhang Hang's sleeve again, and her crystal tears fell straight down: "It's okay, it's really okay. I shouldn't have bothered with my sister's business. It's my fault..." She shook her head as she spoke.
, sobbing more and more.
Zhang Hang felt distressed and pulled his hands together. He leaned down and whispered in Miao Yanru's ear, "It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. It's Miao Jian who is too arrogant. I will seek justice for you."
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Miao Yanru lowered her head and cried, her face almost leaning on Zhang Hang's arm, looking particularly pitiful.
Zhang Hang seemed to have forgotten everything that had happened before. He stared at Miao Jian fiercely, the anger in his eyes was overwhelming, even worse than before.
"I can call you whatever I want, and you don't have to worry about it! Don't say anything else and apologize to Yanru immediately!" His voice became louder, almost yelling at Miao Jian.
Miao Jian was even more sure of her thoughts. This man was just a fool. He was not happy being used as a weapon. He also thought that he was a protector of flowers. He was so awesome.
Miao Jian was about to stand up and challenge him when a familiar and impatient voice rang.
"Can you please be quiet after class?"
The sound came from behind the curtains, and Fei Yi, who was in a sweet dream, was woken up again.
This time he seemed to be very angry. Instead of yelling and falling down to sleep as usual, this time he roared and then stood up, with the expression "I'm very unhappy now" written all over his face.