Chapter 84 (One Move, Thousand Battles)

  Daddy Mummy Fake Adult

  Just as Morin pretended not to see her and brushed past her, her body suddenly stiffened, standing upright in an awkward position. A ridiculous feeling surged up inside her, wanting to laugh, but unable to do so.

  Just then, unexpectedly, her classmates swarmed around her, chatting and gossiping.

  "How shameless can she be, doing something like this!"

  "She's just a bookworm, I think she's basically a cheap book!"

  "The school should remove her as vice president, she doesn't even qualify as a clerk!"

  "It's just that someone as shameless as her should be expelled from school!"

  "What a shame for our Chinese people! If she wants to seduce someone, can't she see the other person's identity and background? Is she worthy of him?"

  The classmates looked at Ling Xiang, who was suddenly frozen in place, and saw that she really had a calm expression. They couldn't help but feel angry, so someone couldn't hold back and stepped forward to intentionally push her, mocking her by saying:

  "Oh no, our vice president, sorry about that, didn't mean to push you!"

  That classmate pushed her, and Ling Xiang stumbled backward two steps, the book in her hand scattered on the ground. She really didn't know why this person was treating her like that, but they had gone too far, and Ling Xiang wasn't someone to be trifled with. Naturally, facing this kind of situation, she couldn't bear it anymore!

  She took a step forward, unceremoniously pushed away the classmate who had just pushed her, pretending that nothing was important to her, squatted down to pick up her textbook, and left directly amidst the pointing and whispering of her classmates...

  But she hadn't expected that just as she took two steps forward, a familiar voice sounded from behind her.

  "If nothing is done, why care about what others say?" Mo Lin's face was indifferent as he walked towards Ling Xiang under the gaze of his classmates.

  There have been many times when I decided to give up on this article! But every time I think of some readers who use Q to talk to me, I feel very sorry for them and irresponsible towards them. After struggling countless times, in the end, I still decide to grit my teeth and finish writing it, I must write it to the end.

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