Baozi Girl's Counterattack Story

  Classmates stared at Tangtang with malicious eyes, as if she was a sinner of the ages. No wonder, in their eyes, the most hated person is the one who reports to the teacher, and this kind of person is also the most despised.

  Tang sugar hung her head low, she didn't want to explain because she knew there was no way to explain it clearly.

  She caught a glimpse of Gu Xian out of the corner of her eye. At this moment, he wished he could stand up and speak for himself: "It's all a misunderstanding."

  This sentence alone is enough; at least her situation won't be so embarrassing.

  However, fantasy is just fantasy. Gu Xiannian had an attitude of being completely unrelated and detached in the past, but now he turns around to be intimate with Tong Hua, chatting and laughing together. Tong Hua's eyes are filled with happiness from being pampered by him.

  Tangtang's heart was pierced with a sharp pain, she let out a long sigh, as if wanting to spit out all the knots in her heart.

  Her eyes were brimming with tears, her vision becoming increasingly blurred, she would rather see nothing at all, at least that way her heart wouldn't ache so much.

  She clenched her teeth, holding back tears, and refused to show weakness in front of these people who only wanted to see her make a fool of herself. Beg for pity? No! Absolutely not!

  She slowly squatted down to pick up her own stationery.

  Perhaps her silent attitude was mistaken by her classmates as guilty conscience, or perhaps her soft resistance had thoroughly enraged those who disliked her. They began to humiliate her more and more, deliberately kicking the stationery she had scattered on the ground back and forth, watching her desperately chasing after it on the ground, bursting into wave after wave of schadenfreude laughter.

  Tang sugar tried hard to pretend that she didn't hear anything, but those mocking voices were like sharp daggers that pierced her heart without exception, and blood was flowing out.

  She saw Gu Xianian laughing happily in the crowd that was mocking her, as if watching a clown perform.

  When misunderstood by others, Tang sugar didn't cry. When bullied by others, she also stubbornly didn't cry. But at that moment, Tang sugar suddenly burst into tears.

  Tears fell like rain...

  Something in her heart collapsed with a loud crash, heavily smashing into her chest, causing her unbearable pain that left her breathless.

  She slowly and strongly stood up, her face covered in tears, her two eyes red as if drunk with wine, no longer the usual tolerant and humble self, but with a raging fire burning inside.

  Everyone was stunned by her appearance, laughter stopped abruptly, and the classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

  Classmates stared at her every move in horror, it is said that she has a mental illness.

  Just now several classmates who were bullying her were scared to death, worried that Tang Sugar, who was on the verge of losing control of her emotions, would rush out of the classroom to find Xia Ye to stand up for her.

  On summer nights, Xia Ye was very popular in school, not just because he was handsome, nor just because his academic performance was unmatched. These two things couldn't suppress the arrogant and lazy Xia Ye's bad temper. The main reason was that when he fought, he was like a desperate man, even his brawls had the personality of a born winner who never admitted defeat. Even if he was at a disadvantage, he would not retreat, and could always turn defeat into victory, even if he himself was beaten so badly by the opponent that he had to stay in hospital for a week. This was also one of the main reasons why Xia Ye was very popular in school. Although he didn't care about things in class, every semester when electing the class monitor, he would be elected with almost unanimous votes. If Tang Sugar really went to call Xia Ye... those classmates didn't dare think further and exchanged a look, wanting to stop Tang Sugar from finding Xia Ye.

  Tangtang walked step by step towards the classroom door.

  One of his classmates stepped forward and stopped Tang Sugar, laughing awkwardly: "Don't be angry, we were just joking."

  "Slap!" After a crisp sound, a red palm print appeared on the face of that classmate, looking very comical. However, none of the classmates present laughed out loud, all of them were as still as if they had been struck by acupuncture, maintaining their original posture, staring at Tang Sugar in disbelief.

  Tang Sugar was crying unscrupulously, too lazy to even wipe away her tears, letting the rolling tears fall wildly on her chest. A mocking smile curled up at the corner of her mouth as she gazed challengingly at the classmate she had just slapped, who was now covering the half of his face that had been hit and staring at Tang Sugar in a terrified daze.

  Tang Sugar said to her in a serious tone: "Sorry about that, I was just joking with you."

  After finishing, she made Liu Hai deliberately cover his eyes and isolate himself from the world. In this way, no one could see her. She squatted down again, picked up her stationery one by one, then returned to her seat, and solemnly put the stationery into her pencil case. She was declaring in her own way to all those who bullied her that she also had dignity, including her belongings, and would never let anyone trample on them at will!

  After a dispute, no one dared to stand up for the classmate who was beaten except Tong Hua. She stormed over to Tang Su's desk like an avenger of justice.

  Tang sugar pretended not to see her and remained still, but she wanted to see what kind of tricks she had up her sleeve.

  The fairy tale justice said: "Those classmates bullying you is wrong, but you can't use violence to solve the problem, slapping others is not right either."

  Tang Tang secretly sneered in her heart, and the scheming woman finally couldn't hold on and personally took the stage!

  She glanced at Tong Hua with a cold expression and asked, "I'd like to ask, who was it that eavesdropped on my conversation with Teacher Qin and then spread rumors?"

  "What do you mean?" Gu Xiannian stood up like a hero, with an air of righteousness and justice, staring fiercely at Tang Sugar, his eyes as if they could swallow her whole.

  The air solidified in an instant.

  Tang Sugar was startled by the shout, she slowly stood up, took two steps back, and looked at Gu Xian Nian for the first time as if he were a stranger. The first boy she had liked during her youth, had actually hurt her with his words for another girl, it turned out, this is what pain feels like.

  Two people stared at each other until the school bell rang, ending their standoff.

  Under Liu Hai's cover, no one saw Tang Sugar's red eyes. She felt her throat tighten and had to use all her strength to barely hold back a sob. She stiffly sat back in her own seat, mechanically flipping through the textbook following the English teacher's lecture rhythm.

  Throughout the entire English class, Tang Su had not listened to a single word. Her mind was filled with Gu Xian's angry face when he yelled at her for ruining the fairy tale, and his seemingly light words were like sharp swords that pierced her heart.

  It's finally time for school to let out, and Tang Sugar slowly packs her textbooks and stationery into her backpack.

  She knew that after the argument at noon, neither Gu Xiannian nor Tong Hua would pay attention to her again. However, she still fantasized about a miracle happening. She began to regret offending Tong Hua, who was a sacred place in Gu Xiannian's heart that no one else could invade. Why did she do it? Was it just to maintain her own pitiful self-esteem? The question was, had she ever had any self-esteem in front of Gu Xiannian? If so, she should have asked loudly at the time: "Can't I criticize her?"

  However, in order not to quarrel with Gu Xiannian, she chose to yield, but what's the use? He still wouldn't give her a second glance.

  She caught a glimpse of Gu Xian and Tong Hua happily chatting as they walked out of the classroom, finally giving up, she also slung her backpack over her shoulder and headed out.

  PS: Although I have been friends with the author for over a decade, thinking that I understood her well, if it wasn't for helping her type today, I wouldn't have known that her inner heart is even more pessimistic than we imagined, really didn't care enough.