Wen Qiao knocked her hand away.
"While you are laughing at my family's poverty, and at the same time spreading rumors about me, I am covering up the whole world. Hey, can you all agree on the same story? Can you think about who you want to fuck for me before you decide?"
Zhao Tong gritted his teeth: "Lulu is only A-level. She has won so many awards and she only got A-level. Why do you get S-level?"
Wen Qiao smiled: "What does it mean? It means that you Lulu still need to work hard for some more time before you can catch up with me."
Zhao Tong took out the card in his hand, shook it, and said with a bright smile, "It's officially certified."
Zhao Tong said without hesitation: "You... you are a piece of shit."
Wen Qiao smiled teasingly: "I am S-level, you are A-level, and I am a fart. Then you are not even a fart. Why are you so cruel that you even scold yourself?"
Zhao Tong was going crazy.
Xu Lu felt that she was being connoted, and her eye circles were slightly red.
Wen Qiao patted her shoulder with a careless smile: "Don't cry, or it will look like you can't afford it."
After saying that, he put on his piano bag and left the backstage happily with Lu Youyou.
Lu Youyou's wild laughter was extremely harsh in Xu Lu's ears. This was the greatest humiliation and huge irony to her.
The things she was most worried about were happening one after another, and it seemed that she was powerless to restore anything.
At the entrance of the small auditorium, Wen Qiao had just stepped down the two stairs when she heard someone calling her from behind.
Turning his head, Zhuang Yan, who was wearing a white shirt, leaned against the wall and looked at her steadily.
Wen Qiao turned a blind eye, took Lu Youyou's hand, and continued to walk forward. His wrist was grabbed by him, "Stop!"
Wen Qiao broke free from his restraint and looked at him coldly: "Is something wrong?"
"Why don't you love yourself so much?"
He saw the man's car, a Bentley, and he was obviously a rich man.
Wen Qiao:…
She was either laughed at by Xu Lu or by Zhuang Yan. To a certain extent, the two of them were actually quite compatible and a good match.
"none of your business!"
Oh, it's all Zhao Tong's fault. She was just talking nonsense. In fact, she is not such a vulgar person who loves swearing.
She was too lazy to explain. Anyway, her reputation in Ninth Middle School was extremely bad. When these news first came out, she was still stupid and explained stubbornly. With tears in her eyes, she blocked Zhuang Yan's path and told him 'I don't have a boyfriend, I don't have an inappropriate private life, I don't have a chaotic style, I haven't even... held a boy's hand.'
But what about him
He ignored her and allowed his followers, brothers, to laugh at her mercilessly.
The year-long school violence and his indifference had already turned her hot heart to ice.
Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou walked forward by themselves, and Zhuang Yan's voice of gritted teeth came out: "Are you just so contemptuous of yourself? Are you after his money?"
Wen Qiao still ignored him, but now this level of attack couldn't even hurt her.
Zhuang Yan was irritable and depressed, and suddenly threw the violin on his shoulder.
The expensive violin, which was bought from Sotheby's auction house and was worth millions, was just thrown to the ground.
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Xu Lu went to the bathroom out of control.
Wen Qiao's cultural class has always been among the best, and now they have passed the interview with the highest grade. Obviously they are going to become alumni.
It's the ending she hates the most.
She sat in the cubicle, and after a while, she heard the cubicle door opening, the sound of water running from the faucet, and a woman's voice.
"Sister, what do you think of Xu Lu's child?"
"Okay."
"They say she is a perfect match for our Zhuang Yan, and they often perform together."
Zhuang Yan's mother and aunt came to watch his performance together, and it was obviously those two who were talking.
The woman chuckled with clear contempt: "She? Forget it, she is just the stepdaughter of the Wen family. My mother used to be Wen Jianmin's secretary, but then she got the position for some reason. My father is a taxi driver. Are you worthy of our Zhuang Yan? You think too highly of her."
"Huh? Are you from such a bad background? Then forget it."
(End of chapter)