Pet glanced at him and said, "this is about me and them. Don't interrupt!"

The class was as quiet as a chicken.

The girl's words were cold, powerful and terrible. No one dared to oppose her.

Whether in school or in society, people are like this. The weaker you are, the more others like bullying.

Blindly giving in will only lead to more excessive bullying by the perpetrator.

People should know how to protect themselves. In case of bullying, they should rise up and resist whether they can win or not.

Even if you are beaten black and blue, you should bite off a piece of each other's meat.

No one wants to get good!

The so-called tolerance is weakness, and weakness is the expression of incompetence.

Whether you have the ability or not depends on your own choice.

Xu Huanhuan also wants to maintain a good student image, so she won't stand up for Tang Miyan's little attendants who "fight injustice" for her in front of the class students.

Zhang Jingyi looked up at Xu Huanhuan and Tang Miyan, but Tang Miyan didn't dare to do it. Zhang Jieru was still stuck on the stool.

No one can help her, and no one can win Ji Qingmeng.

"Class will begin in a few minutes. If you don't get it, I'll put your head into the desk."

Zhang Jingyi stood up in horror.

She knew exactly what was in the desk.

If her head is stuffed into that narrow dark space and she faces the things in her desk, she will have a psychological shadow all her life.

Zhang Jingyi bit her teeth and said, "I'll take it."

With a mournful face and a lot of fine sweat on her face, she slowly walked to Ji Qingmeng's desk.

"I..." Zhang Jingyi looked forward to he Xinghe and whispered, "help me..."

Her voice was almost crying.

The noble youth sitting next to Ji Qingmeng's position has cold and indifferent lines on his side, as if he didn't hear her.

The pet sneered and said, "if you don't take it again, I'll feed you."

Zhang Jingyi bit her lip and kept crying. She was very afraid. She slowly opened the desk and carefully put her hand into the desk.

She was shaking all over, and her fear was extreme.

Finally, she took out the things.

"Ah!" the girl in the classroom screamed.

Zhang Jingyi was even more afraid to throw things to the ground. The bloody dead mouse hit the ground and gave out a disgusting smell.

"Get rid of the dead mouse, it stinks..." a girl said in a loud voice.

"Yes, Zhang Jingyi, you quickly get rid of the mouse. It's terrible to put it here..."

Pet went over and kicked his desk open and said, "this table is for you."

With that, she turned and walked quickly to take out Zhang Jingyi's book and throw it away. The brand-new desk was dragged to her position.

Zhang Jingyi, facing the complaints of her classmates, had to get a broom and sweep away the dead mice with fear and nausea.

The air in the classroom smelled a little bad because of the dead mouse. The students frowned and were unhappy to see the girls who made trouble.

If they didn't have to go to Qingmeng all season, they wouldn't make a mess of the classroom. It stinks.

Pet Yu put his schoolbag into the desk, knocked he Xinghe's desk with his finger and said, "lend me your notebook later."

He Xinghe glanced at her and took out his notebook from his desk.

Pet opens a clean notebook.

The young man's words are handsome, elegant and very good-looking. The process of ending the question is also concise and clear, which is clear at a glance. Even some places have made special notes.