"Yeah, we still don’t know who farted in the classroom earlier, it was so slly!" Sheng Tang said.
Jiang Baocu: "I think it’s bad breath, so people’s mouths are dirtier than a latrine!"
A few girls were even more embarrassed by Sheng Tang and Jiang Baocu’s banter, their faces flushed red and then pale.
"What did you say?"
Sheng Tang’s eyes were fierce: "What did we say? Why are you taking it personally?"
The girl’s face turned red with anger.
"Exactly, why do you take everything personally, are you shaless?" Jiang Baocu said indifferently.
This remark was already very serious.
Bai Shaolin and a few other girls were enraged and ran over to surround Sheng Tang and the others, seemingly wanting to start a fight.
Sheng Tang hid Jiang Baocu behind her and said with a cold smile, "Want to fight? Why don’t you ask Feng Yijin first, how many tis she’s tried to fight and lost? You think you’re tougher than Feng Yijin?"
The girls instinctively flinched.
Fighting was very unladylike, and losing was even more humiliating.
"Sheng Tang, don’t get too full of yourself!" Bai Shaolin trembled with anger, "Who do you think you are?"
"I don’t know." Sheng Tang raised an eyebrow contemptuously, "But you must be nothing, gossiping about others behind their back, didn’t your mom teach you how to be a decent person?"
Bai Shaolin’s face contorted in rage.
Just at that mont, the class monitor and a group of boys pushed open the classroom door, roughhousing as they ca in.
The class monitor first noticed Bai Shaolin and her group surrounding Sheng Tang and imdiately assud Bai Shaolin was causing trouble, quickly asking, "Sheng Tang, what are you guys doing? Need to get a teacher?"
The seven or eight boys who ca in all looked over.
Sheng Tang smiled at the class monitor, "No worries, we’re just talking."
She then led Jiang Baocu back to their seats in the fourth group.
Bai Shaolin’s eyes instantly reddened, and she stord out of the classroom.
She was completely furious.
Sheng Tang prepared to take a nap.
Jiang Baocu gently patted her on the shoulder, "Don’t take it to heart."
"Get angry for her?" Sheng Tang didn’t care, "She’s not worth it."
Bai Shaolin was so mad, she didn’t know what mischief she was planning against Sheng Tang, but she didn’t dare confront her directly.
Sheng Tang continued to focus on her studies.
By Friday, the school announced the slogans that had been collected and narrowed down to seven out of the top ten for voting.
"I heard the results are out, let’s go check, that bitch definitely didn’t get chosen." Bai Shaolin’s group of friends gathered.
They had a small group of four.
"For sure, she’ll be even more humiliated, what’s the point of being number one then?"
However, two mbers of the group quickly opened the webpage and fell silent.
Bai Shaolin, still in a bad mood, went to take a look.
Then...
Her anger burned so hot it felt like it would burn a hole through her heart.
The school’s finalized slogans, the first one was: "Today you step on , tomorrow I’ll grow on your grave."
The second one was: "Don’t step on , I’m fierce."
Then, they went through the top ten slogans, one by one.
The eighth place was eliminated, so was the tenth place.
Another one eliminated was Yang Mingming’s second place.
Her irrelevant slogan, "One flower, one grass, one world," was not adopted by the school at all, as it didn’t serve a warning purpose.
This caused a stir in the school forum and groups again.
Many celebrated, especially the girls.
Girls were at least sowhat jealous of Yang Mingming, feeling she never truly deserved her constant first places.
Jiang Baocu felt imnse satisfaction, "Sheng Tang, you really won gloriously this ti."
"Yang Mingming is utterly humiliated!"
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