Lu Xinyou furrowed her brows, her gaze towards Nan Xiang turning considerably colder.
Nan Xiang was already dizzy with anger because of Lu Xinyou and didn’t notice the change in her expression, so she continued coldly:
"It’s fine if it’s just the class monitor; he’s in the sa social class as you, and if you want to compete with him, go ahead. But what about Tang Jingxing? What makes you think you’re qualified to compete with for him? Are you worthy of him?"
Lu Xinyou: "???"
So she’s belittling her classmates and praising herself at the sa ti?
It wasn’t enough to step on her, but she had to drag an innocent class monitor into this. What was she trying to do?
Even Lu Xinyou, with her good temper, was angered by Nan Xiang’s words.
Moreover, as the daughter of "Lu Aotian," her temper was also inherited.
Lu Xinyou leisurely took the hairband off her wrist, tied her loose hair into a ponytail, and looked at Nan Xiang’s liver-colored face, saying:
"What’s the matter? You like the class monitor, he likes , does that hit your sore spot?"
She looked at Nan Xiang and sarcastically raised the corner of her mouth, "In any case, you think you’re so noble that all the n in the world should love you, right?"
"I want to ask, the class monitor likes but not you, what does that say? It says you’re not as good as you think you are, at least, not as good as ."
With a confident curve at the corner of her mouth, she tucked the strands of hair blown away by the night wind behind her ear and continued:
"Not to ntion I wouldn’t bother competing with you for a man, but even if I did, so what? Whether it’s the class monitor or Teacher Tang, we’re all unmarried, no one belongs to you, so why can’t I compete? On what moral high ground are you accusing ?"
"Also, Nan Xiang, in this society, we are all equal. You were born under the socialist red flag, not a princess or duchess from ancient tis. No one is more noble than anyone else."
Nan Xiang never expected Lu Xinyou to retort her with so many words all at once, and every word stepped on her sore points.
She was shaking with anger, her face twisted, but she couldn’t find a suitable point to refute.
"Since you insist on bringing up Teacher Tang, let’s talk about it."
Lu Xinyou looked at Nan Xiang, her eyes narrowing slightly. Although there was no visible anger, it inexplicably sent a shiver down Nan Xiang’s spine.
"When you were at the Chu Family, you were acting all cute and coy, but did Teacher Tang ever give you a second glance? He’d rather teach to play mahjong than pay attention to you. Don’t you get it?"
"Teacher Tang just doesn’t like you. Can you accept that?"
Nan Xiang was frightened by Lu Xinyou’s domineering tone, her shocked and angry expression was indescribably brilliant.
"Let’s get back to . I’m very self-aware, knowing that acting cute and coy in front of Teacher Tang is useless. It’s better to play mahjong seriously. See, even being terrible at mahjong is better than acting cute and coy. Doesn’t that make you angry?"
"Lastly, Nan Xiang, let give you so advice. If you want to aim high or settle low, please don’t involve . My temper isn’t as good as you think it is.
You don’t have a chance just because you’re being overbearing and warning not to seduce Teacher Tang."
"You’re just like those online fans of internet celebrities who get cursed to death if they have a girlfriend, as if the celebrities would like you if they were single."
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