Wen Jieli pondered whether to beat them up. Well, good, they managed to me off.

Wen Jieli turned around, clasped with one hand, and then with a backhand, subdued a girl. Seeing this, the other girl rushed forward, but Wen Jieli's skills were not covered, and she threw the girl in her hand one by one. "Ahh A scream came. Wen Jieli didn't have the slightest sympathy, so she immediately shifted the target to another girl, she subdued her in three or two strokes, and then threw it at the girl who was screaming on the ground. They all lay on the ground, and became funny beings.

She walked slowly towards them. As she approached, the two girls trembled uncontrollably.

"Wen, Miss Wen, we were wrong!" They don't want to be beaten up.

"Let today's incident rot in your hearts, whoever says it, don't blame me for being ruthless." The corners of Wen Jieli's mouth hooked up a bloodthirsty smile, like Satan coming out of hell. She didn't want anyone to know what she was up to.

The hearts of the two girls trembled heavily, is this really the aura that a child from a poor family should have? Why do you suddenly feel that what Shen Xiangxiang said is not necessarily so reliable.

Almost all the girls in the school believed Shen Xiangxiang's words, after all, she was the daughter of the Shen family, and she had always been well-informed, and she would know some things they didn't know. Therefore, although the girls in the school were very dissatisfied with Shen Xiangxiang, they had to do their best to scold her for the sake of the family's interests and to get some gossip.

"Definitely, definitely!" The two girls are very knowledgeable about current affairs, but they don't want to suffer from flesh and skin anymore.

Wen Jieli didn't say anything more and left.

The two girls gritted their teeth angrily, hum, a poor sour girl actually came to teach them a lesson, even if Wen Jieli didn't remind them, they would definitely not say it. If it is known that they were beaten by a poor sour girl to look like this, then how can they still mix in the circle of wealthy families. Today's matter, they won't just count it like this, they must give some color to Wen Jieli to see.

They were supposed to go to the basketball arena to watch a basketball game, but they were beaten up and covered in dust, so they had to turn around and change their clothes.

As they walked, they called the housekeeper to bring them their clothes.

After they left, Bei Yao walked out of a corner. He was originally going to play in the basketball hall, but he didn't expect to meet Wen Jieli here.

Her skills are not at all attainable by ordinary people, even if she has received self-defense training from the daughters of the four major families, it is impossible for one person to kill two people in such a short period of time! If she was really the daughter of the Wen family, it would be impossible for her to receive years of martial arts training, right? Who is she? Bei Mingyao couldn't help but doubt his own speculation.

This man is not simple! Her identity is really worth exploring! Bei Mingyao said with heartfelt emotion.

Bei Mingyao didn't think much about it, and he couldn't think of any signs anyway, it was still important to play.

So he walked towards the basketball hall.

The other side

Wen Jieli ran most of the school before finding the basketball hall. She walked in, but fortunately the game hadn't started yet, and Wen Jieli was glad in her heart.

Most of the seats on the viewing platform are full. Wen Jieli found the location of her class from the crowd.

"Here, here!" Han Xiaokui shouted at Wen Jieli very excitedly, and then waved her little hand.

Wen Jieli walked to the empty seat next to Han Xiaokui and sat down.

"This is what I left for you~" Han Xiaokui said sweetly.

Wen Jieli: She's really flattered!

"Aoi-chan, you're so nice!" Wen Jieli said from the bottom of her heart.

"That's it!" Han Xiaokui said proudly.

Shen Xiangxiang heard Wen Jieli's voice, he was stunned for a while, and as soon as he raised his head, he met Wen Jieli's beautiful side face, how did she come out? She was so lucky that someone rescued her in such a remote place. Hmph, she won't be so lucky next time. Shen Xiangxiang comforted himself in his heart.

"Yo, it seems that your noble words can't be realized, it's really wronged by your values!" Wen Jieli saw Shen Xiangxiang, stood up, looked at her condescendingly, and smiled playfully.

Shen Xiangxiang received Wen Jieli's provocation, and felt very uncomfortable, Wen Jieli did this on purpose? What qualifications does a poor sour girl have to provoke her? Shen Xiangxiang corrected: "I have said that my values are Bei Yingyao, why can't you even remember such a small thing?" The children of poor families are indeed malnourished and do not have long intelligence. Shen Xiangxiang's voice was full of anger.

"Yo, an inconspicuous person, why should I keep it in mind? Moreover, what capital do you have for me to keep in mind. If I try to memorize what you say, isn't that a struggle with my own brain cells? Wen Jieli spread her hands and smiled, as if waiting for Shen Xiangxiang's next wonderful performance.

Shen Xiangxiang listened, her hands clenched into fists, and when she talked to Wen Jieli, she attracted the attention of a student who was not a student, and what Wen Jieli said at this time made her lose face again, her hatred for Wen Jieli deepened, and Qingli's little face became hideous and distorted.

Onlookers: Is this still the daughter of the Shen family with a beautiful little face? Hehe, forget the darkness in her heart, I can't imagine that she has lost even the only beautiful face.

"The following is the showdown between the S class of the first year of high school and the class A of the first year of high school, and the basketball players of these two classes are invited to play!" The radio sounded.

Wen Jieli didn't pay attention to Shen Xiangxiang anymore. This woman, she doesn't have to be an enemy at all, because she doesn't even have the qualifications to be her enemy. Wen Jieli sat back down, looking forward to the moment when the game began.