Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum

It was Hao Meng's second attendant. Qing Huan was too lazy to remember their names. They were long and thin and the other was short winter melon, and their eyes were malicious.

At that time, Qinghuan was doing math problems. When she was the president, she didn't need to calculate these things. She just had to make decisions. Qinghuan herself had been obsessed with books and didn't put her mind on physics at all. It can be said that apart from the most basic addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, mathematics is a paste-like thing to Qinghuan.

But not anymore.

She thinks mathematics is very interesting, fun and full of infinite mysteries! It's a pity that the book in her hand is not deep enough. If there is a chance, she can learn more thoroughly!

Mo Ze sighed after watching his master dig another hobby. Master, the most important thing in the task of studying God is name, name, and name! Don't go wrong again, okay? It's really pitiful to think of myself as a system. It's fine to ask my owner to do the task. Her old man simply plays as he pleases, never playing cards according to the card! In the world of the female ghost and Yuaner, she obviously wanted np, but she turned around and left, and the main missions were not played! All kinds of willfulness, even said that his child's xinxing...

Because I was immersed in the magic of mathematics, when someone kicked her table and caused a stack of books and stationery boxes on the table to fall to the ground, Qinghuan narrowed his eyes and looked up, even one long and one short. Winter melon stood at her table, and the two of them were tall and round to block her sunlight.

Unexpectedly, he would be taken aback by Qing Huan's eyes. The thin stripe glanced at the short winter melon, and suddenly patted Qing Huan's table: "Little bitch, where have you been?!"

Qinghuan looked at them and ignored them.

"What do you want to say!" The thin strip looked very anxious, pointed directly at Qing Huan's nose and asked: "Are you deaf?!"

Qing Huan unceremoniously grabbed the math book and waved it at the long and thin paw, and said calmly, "Hao Meng's lackey, don't talk to me."

The thin strip was so painful that of course, Qing Huan's strength was great and skillful. She was only in slight pain now, and the more painful ones are still to come. The dwarf melon was angry: "Who do you say is a running dog? You say it again!"

Qing Huan raised her eyelids, glanced at them lazily and indifferently, and said lightly, "The running dog."

As soon as the word came out, everyone was in an uproar. She really dared to say it! At the moment, the two of them are going to come to clear up the joy, they are accustomed to rampant and domineering, the real young lady doesn't look at their little jokes, never bother to pay attention to them, but really think they can go sideways in this school.

The classmates of Z still only watched and didn't speak, they gave up a space enough for the thin and long strips to display with the short winter melons. Qinghuan felt the sorrow and helplessness that came from deep in her heart, which could not be said to be uncomfortable. Yes, I have always hoped to get along with my classmates, but they usually ignore her and will not lend a helping hand to her at critical moments.

They will never know how to do it, standing by and watching.

Don't fight, don't resist, if you bully Cen Ning today, won't they bully themselves in the future? It's really hard for them to read so many sage books since they were young.

It is really strange to say that they learn ancient Chinese, memorize ancient poems, wear retro-style clothes, learn from the arty style of the ancients, but do not learn the style of the ancients. Qing Huan thought, and grabbed a broom in the sanitary corner. Alas, her image... People always take some elegant and beautiful weapons, such as swords, white silks, bells, and so on, but the broom she uses... …

Sad.