"I never felt that I was a waste, so I can stand here now and be called your strong man."
Speaking of the word "strong man", Ye Qingluo's meaning was somewhat ironic.
Immediately, her tone slowed down, and she spoke lightly: "These people used to be ridiculed waste, and they also shed tears, praying for those so-called strong people to let themselves go."
"Do you think that if you cry, beg for mercy, show weakness, or be humble, they might let you go?"
Ni Ruopan trembled all over, his pupils widened, and a circle of strange emotions was spreading.
She half propped herself up and knelt on the ground, her mind kept echoing what Ye Qingluo said.
can you
Won't.
These people will not have sympathy for anyone at all. Even if she is dying, these people will still mock her and humiliate her.
From the class of the demon, she will always be alone.
Therefore, after seeing Ye Qingluo, who was also a freshman, come to the class, and seeing Ye Qingluo being insulted by Tong Ziqing, subconsciously, she didn't want the freshman to be treated like this.
Such days are too bitter and too tiring.
She couldn't stand it any longer.
Ye Qingluo looked at Ni Ruopan who was hugging his knees silently, and slowly moved his eyes to the surrounding, a group of students who were watching the show.
Her charming eyes are like a sharp knife, as her gaze sweeps across, it's like a sharp knife pierces into the flesh.
Under those eyes, the students who were joking and smiling became serious one by one.
"And you." Ye Qingluo squinted her eyes, "Before you came to the Demon Class, weren't you all trash?"
The expressions of the surrounding students suddenly changed.
This is the past that they all wanted to bury, and when Ye Qingluo dug it out naked, all of them stared fiercely at Ye Qingluo.
"In the past, you were also treated by others like you treated Ni Ruopan."
Ye Qingluo ignored their gazes, and the corner of his mouth curved into a mocking arc: "You know the feeling of being ridiculed and looked down upon by others, don't you?"
The students clenched their fists, their faces as black as charcoal.
Among the crowd, a student retorted angrily: "The past is over! Now we are no worse than anyone else! None of us are useless! No one can mock us!"
"That's right! That's all in the past. No one can ridicule us now! We don't need to understand that kind of mood!"
One student starts, and the other students immediately agree.
With great difficulty, with the help of the squad leader, they got rid of the title of trash and the miserable life they once had.
No one wants their downfall to be brought up again.
The students around were noisy, but Ye Qingluo still maintained a cold smile.
It wasn't until the voices of those students who were filled with righteous indignation and accusations died down that Ye Qingluo laughed softly.
Her eyebrows were enchanting, and her eyes were sneering: "You have found comfort by mocking Ni Ruopan, have you? So what is the difference between you and those who mocked you before? What right do you have to hate those who mocked you before?"
The students around were stunned, and their faces that were originally full of anger gradually showed astonishment.
yes…
What is the difference between them now and those who bullied them
Seeing Ni Ruopan's incompetence, they wanted to insult and insult him.
Is this really comforting
No, it doesn't!
Seeing Ni Ruopan's obedient and swallowing appearance, not only did they not feel the slightest bit of excitement in their hearts, but they became more and more annoyed.
Because, this kind of Ni Ruopan...is exactly the same as them back then.