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"Fuck." Zhou Jiajia was furious and shouted a curse, then raised her hand and slapped.
With a loud "smack," five bright red handprints instantly appeared on the fair face of Jiang Yihan. She was stunned by Zhou Jiajia's sudden action, standing frozen in place until the pain on her face brought her back to reality.
"Zhou Jiajia, have you lost your mind?" Jiang Yihan screamed sharply, covering her aching face and glaring angrily. "I tried to explain things nicely, but you wouldn't listen. Don't blame me for being rude now."
Zhou Jiajia spat derisively, "What a thick skin to act like a bitch while putting on a facade."
Jiang Yihan was completely enraged. She raised an eyebrow and glanced at Wang Li beside her, who immediately understood her intention.
Wang Li rushed forward, intending to return the slap to Zhou Jiajia. Unfortunately, before her hand could reach its target, Zhou Jiajia grabbed it and pulled her back, causing her to lose balance and fall to the ground.
Seeing this, the other girls swarmed in, determined to teach the arrogant and overbearing Zhou Jiajia a lesson.
Fighting among girls can be quite terrifying; they grab faces, pull hair, and soon become a tangled mess.
At first, Zhou Jiajia managed to hold her own, but as more opponents joined in, she gradually began to lose ground.
Just then, one girl seized her arms when she was off guard. At that moment, Zhou Jiajia completely lost her fighting ability and was about to be at their mercy.
"Teacher, there's a fight going on over there," a clear female voice rang out from the front.
The voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for everyone involved in the fight to hear. Instantly, all actions came to a halt.
"The teacher is coming; let's get out of here."
A group of girls hurriedly got up. Jiang Yihan stood aside and arrogantly said to Zhou Jiajia, "You're lucky today. Don't let me see you again next time." With that, she hurriedly left.
Zhou Jiajia sat slumped on the ground, noticeable scratches on her beautiful face and a bunch of hair scattered around her. Yet, her eyes were filled with defiance.
"Damn it."
She cursed angrily.
The afterglow of the setting sun poured down, and the wind blowing from the playground carried the fragrance of Crape Myrtle.
She lowered her gaze, the warm yellow sunlight blurred the outline of her profile, making it hard to discern her emotions.
In front of her, a light footstep sounded.
Zhou Jiajia closed her eyes, listening as the steps came closer—one step, two steps, three steps—until they finally stopped in front of her.
She took a breath and impatiently opened her eyes.
A pair of white shoes appeared before her.
She looked up, raising her gaze.
There stood a girl in a school uniform with a ponytail bent over, asking her in an inquisitive tone, "Are you okay?"
That voice sounded like the one that had called for the teacher earlier.
"You?" Zhou Jiajia frowned, unsure of who she was.
"The teacher didn't come," she said softly. "I lied to them."
It was the girl who helped her earlier.
"Why did you do that? Aren't you afraid they'll hit you?"
"I didn't think that much," she replied lightly, her smile warm like the spring sun.
"Your foot is bleeding. Here’s a band-aid; you can use it." She held a band-aid with her slender fingers, suspended in the air.
Zhou Jiajia looked at her, not understanding her intentions, but still reached out to take the band-aid from her hand, confused as she asked, "Why are you helping me?"
"It's not fair for so many people to gang up on one person. Besides, the teacher said fighting is bad," she explained seriously.
Zhou Jiajia smiled, and the movement tugged at the scars on her face, causing her to wince in pain.
"What’s your name?" Zhou Jiajia found her quite cute.
"Shu Ran."
"Shu Ran," she repeated the name softly, and after a moment, she smiled brightly and extended her hand. "I’m Zhou Jiajia. Let’s be friends."
Shu Ran smiled back and nodded. "Okay."
Some people feel a sense of familiarity upon first meeting.
No need for many words; they understood each other as if it were destined.
What about you?
Have you ever encountered someone like this?
...
And what happened next?
With Zhou Jiajia's fiery personality, would she silently endure being bullied and quietly shed tears?
Not at all.
The next day, Jiang Yihan was at a karaoke bar with a group of friends, celebrating her own birthday.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open from the outside.
A group of boys and girls led by Wu Wang rushed into the private room, all students from He Was Still in School, each one powerful and influential.
Jiang Yihan thought they had come to join her birthday party and greeted them with a cheerful smile.
She secretly rejoiced, wondering who had such clout to invite them all.
So who indeed had such influence?
At the back of the crowd, Cao Yun slowly walked into the room. Jiang Yihan was about to approach him with a smile when she heard him call out in a deep voice towards the door, "Jia Jia, come in."
Jia Jia? Which Jia Jia?
Could it be Zhou Jiajia?
Jiang Yihan was filled with suspicion as she leaned forward, staring intently at the door.
After a moment, a tall girl in a fiery red dress gracefully walked in. Her gaze was slightly cold as it swept over everyone in the private room, finally landing on Jiang Yihan.
Jiang Yihan was taken aback.
Zhou Jiajia knows Cao Yun?
Why did she have no idea about this!
This is bad...
With a loud bang, the door to the private room was shut.
Jiang Yihan's friends were startled to see Zhou Jiajia come in with so many people.
The two groups faced off from a distance, neither side daring to make a move.
However, an oblivious Wang Li arrogantly walked up to Zhou Jiajia, provoking her, "Who did I think it was? Isn't this the Zhou Jiajia who got beaten up yesterday and couldn't find her teeth? What’s wrong? Was yesterday not enough? You came looking for trouble today..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a beer bottle flew at her head. With a loud crash, glass shattered everywhere, and she was left bleeding.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Screams echoed throughout the private room as Mali held her head, both hands covered in blood.
Cao Yun, holding the broken half of the beer bottle, said coldly, "Listen, if anyone dares to touch Zhou Jiajia, they'll end up like her."
Jiang Yihan's friends were terrified and relieved they hadn't acted recklessly just now. They couldn't help but marvel at how someone with connections could smash a beer bottle without hesitation; it was simply insane.
Jiang Yihan stood frozen in place the moment they entered, speechless.
Mali's head was still dripping with blood, and she was terrified, tears streaming down her face. Yet none of her so-called close friends stepped forward to help; they just coldly watched her bleed.
She rushed towards Jiang Yihan, grabbing her sleeve with her bloodied hand, trembling as she cried out, “Meng Yihan, please save me, take me to the hospital. If we don’t go soon, I will die. I will die.”
But Jiang Yihan pushed her away in disgust, scolding, “Get away from me, don’t touch me.”
Mali stared at her in disbelief with wide eyes.
Suddenly, Jiang Yihan walked tearfully towards Zhou Jiajia, speaking softly and sweetly, “Jia Jia, I was wrong. It’s all Mali. She’s always behind my back stirring trouble and encouraging me to go against you. I was confused and believed her slander, which led me to hurt you. I realize my mistake now; can you forgive me?”
Zhou Jiajia slightly opened her mouth in astonishment at Jiang Yihan's rapid change of demeanor and her ability to shift blame.
With a cold laugh, Zhou Jiajia ruthlessly exposed her, “Jiang Yihan, you don’t need to pretend to be innocent or pure; it won’t work. In my heart, you are nothing but a xx.”
“You!” Jiang Yihan was furious but found herself trapped in a situation where she had no choice but to suppress her anger.
“What do you want?”
Zhou Jiajia smiled and mused, “What do I want? That’s a good question.”
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