Listening to those girls getting more and more outrageous with what they were saying, she couldn't help getting a little fired up inside.
She cut in sharply, "All of you shut up. If you've got time to stand here making snide comments and worrying I'll get close to him, you'd be better off going back and seriously thinking about what you should do to get his attention."
These girls had been looking at An Ziqi's fresh, naïve face and thought she'd be easy to bully.
They never expected that this little girl, facing them, a bunch of upperclassman seniors, wouldn't act like the other junior girls—timid and submissive, even when they were bullied mostly just swallowing it herself—but would actually dare to shout at so many of them.
And then she went and poked straight through their motives with a few words. For a moment, they all couldn't help feeling both furious and humiliated.
The girl in yellow snapped, "What the hell are you, you actually dare to talk to us—"
