After thinking about it, Zhao Xiaolu got out of bed, took her coat and put it on before going to open the door.
When the classmates outside saw her coming out, they immediately went up to her, held her arm and said, "Xiaolu, are you okay? You didn't make a sound inside. I thought something happened to you inside. Let's go, the teacher is looking for you. ."
"Well, I happen to have something to talk to the teacher about."
Zhao Xiaolu nodded and walked out of the dormitory building arm in arm with her classmates.
Fortunately, it was class time now and there were very few students on the school road, otherwise she would have been pointed at.
Zhao Xiaolu planned to tell the teacher about the quota and left the school quickly before school was over.
So she walked very fast.
"Xiaolu, why are you walking so fast?" her classmate asked.
"I'm in a hurry to find a teacher."
The art room was on the third floor, but when she got to the second floor, her classmates suddenly dragged her to the other side.
"I'm suddenly in a hurry. Please accompany me to the toilet."
Zhao Xiaolu said, "Go by yourself. I want to find the teacher first. I'm really in a hurry."
But her classmate pestered her, "Oh, come with me. It'll be over soon. It'll only take a few minutes. It won't take up any time for you."
Zhao Xiaolu didn't want to go, but she couldn't defeat him.
"Then hurry up."
She originally wanted to wait for her classmates at the toilet door, but her classmates pulled her inside.
"I don't have to wait for you inside, do I?"
Zhao Xiaolu suddenly had a bad premonition. Before she had time to think about it, she found that her classmates were pulling her closer to a cubicle.
A feeling of danger hit her, and she stopped the car quickly.
"What are you doing!"
She hurriedly wanted to throw away her classmate's hand.
He dragged her into the toilet for no apparent reason, and dragged her into the cubicle for no apparent reason. It looked very conspiratorial.
The classmate was still pretending and said with a smile, "You should go to the toilet too." "No, I don't want to go to the toilet." Zhao Xiaolu shook her head, feeling wary and just wanted to leave this place right away.
"You stay with me." The classmate was still pestering her, trying to pull her into the cubicle.
Zhao Xiaolu shook off the other party's hand forcefully, "Why do you have to pull me in? What on earth do you want to do?"
The classmate's smile slowly turned malicious, "What do you want to do? I want to teach you a lesson!"
Zhao Xiaolu asked, "Teach me a lesson?"
"Yes, I'll teach you a lesson!"
Suddenly there were a few more voices.
At this time, several girls walked out of the cubicle outside. They were all classmates in Zhao Xiaolu's class.
But she wasn't very familiar with these girls.
Zhao Xiaolu backed away warily, "What do you want to do?"
The girl standing in front sneered, "Haha, Zhao Xiaolu, weren't you very proud before? You got a place to participate in the international painting competition, and you even deliberately ran to the class to show off. I feel sick when I think of your sultry face!"
"Let me tell you, why did Zhao Xiaolu get the quota? It turns out that she is a thief and stole Mu Xiaoxiao's paintings! No wonder we don't have a chance, because we are all too upright and don't know how to steal."
"If I had known this, I wouldn't have given the teacher any gifts. I could have just gone and admired the little painting?"
Several girls mocked one after another.
Zhao Xiaolu clenched her hands and endured it.
Because she had indeed done something wrong, she could only accept these ridicules resignedly.
"Are you done? After that, can I leave? I still have to go find the teacher."
Zhao Xiaolu saw that they had stopped and was about to leave.
However, it's not that easy.
She was pulled back.
"Leave? Who said you can leave?"
(End of chapter)