As soon as they left, the class became lively, speculating that Xiao Ling confessed to Xuan Li, but Xuan Li did not reply to her, so Xiao Ling came to confess again early this morning、、、、、。

Some girls were curious and secretly followed.

In fact, Xuan Li was just afraid that he couldn't help but hit people impulsively, so he came out to breathe, stood on the balcony and looked downstairs, adjusting his angry mood, but Xiao Ling saw that no one around him thought that this was a good opportunity, and he forgot all the fears just now.

walked over, habitually wanted to pull his clothes with his hand again, and just when her hand was about to touch, Xuan Li turned around and kicked her away.

Xiao Ling fell heavily to the ground, and the girls who followed quietly behind were all stunned, this was the first time they saw him angry, but they still pretended to be sympathetic and walked over to help her, "Oops! Xiao Ling, why did you accidentally fall to the ground?"

Hearing the sarcasm and hypocrisy in their words, he shook off their hands, and the good-looking Danfeng ran away with tears in his eyes, hating Xuan Li in his heart, thinking that all this was his fault.

When the girls saw her running aggrievedly, they felt bored, so they all walked back to the classroom.

Xuan Li took off the clothes on his body, and her originally calm emotions were stirred up and irritated by her, looking at the clothes in her hand and thinking of the disgusting woman, she didn't want it for a moment, so she threw it in the trash. I took out my phone, glanced at the time, and slowly walked back to the classroom.

As soon as he walked in, he heard crying, and walked back to his seat indifferently, a boy couldn't stand it, felt that he should do justice, and walked up to Xuan Li, with a fierce voice: "Even if you don't like her, you don't have to make people cry!" You're still not a man! I'm going to teach her a lesson for her today, a person who doesn't know how to be polite. On impulse, he waved his hand, but his fist was clenched.

Xuan Li's mood was already very irritable, his eyes looked down at him sharply, his eyes were deep and cold, "You want to help her speak!" It was as if all the sounds around him had disappeared.

Severe pain came from his hand, and he felt that his bones were about to be crushed, which was different from what he had imagined, he didn't expect him to have so much strength, and now he was awakened like a sleeping beast.

Only then did the boy feel regret and wanted to retreat, but his hand was pinched stiffly, and the severe pain made him cry out in pain.

At this time, seeing the teacher walk in, Xuan Li let go of his hand and slowly sat on the chair, as if nothing had just happened, the boys saw him angry and so terrifying, they all retracted their thoughts of wanting to help Xiao Ling seek justice, and sat in their positions timidly.

Knowing that he was saved, the boy ran to his seat like a panicked rabbit and sat down obediently like a schoolboy, and if you looked closely, you would see that his hand under the table was still shaking.

Xiao Ling, who was crying, saw that there were no boys talking for herself, and the crying was louder.

Teacher Li saw her lying on the table crying, and wanted to know what the situation was, so he asked the girl sitting in the front row,

"Teacher, she fell on the ground and cried, don't believe you ask them." Pointing to the girls who had secretly followed together, they also nodded hurriedly.

Seeing so many classmates nodding, she believed it, she didn't expect this Xiao Ling to be so squeamish, she was really a daughter, she was crying like a dead father and a dead mother when she wrestled, and she didn't care about him after looking at her sarcastically.

After crying on her stomach for a while, seeing that the teacher had not come over to inquire about the situation, Xiao Ling did not know that her plan to frame Xuan Li had been seen through and stopped by those girls.

When I raised my head, I found that the boys who were originally very good to me were looking at me with strange eyes, "What's going on?" Isn't it time to look at me with pity? I saw that the homeroom teacher actually talked about her class directly, and I didn't pay attention to what I meant.