We Have The Numbers, We're Not Afraid

If something was to go wrong, they would definitely take the blame.

They weren't stupid.

In the end, they gathered together a dozen or so boys, and they stormed over intimidatingly toward the third class.

"Jingwan, wipe your tears first. Stop crying. As you can see, everyone cares about you."

An Ruoyao handed her a tissue as she comforted her.

"Th-thank you."

Song Jingwan sobbed and silently wiped her tears as the corner of her lips curved upwards slightly.

"Oh, Song Yaoyao's going to be miserable. Should we go and watch?"

"Are they going to hit Yaoyao?" Song Jingwan stood up and anxiously tugged on An Ruoyao. "Quick! We can't let them do that!"

As she spoke, she quickly ran out.

An Ruoyao shook her head helplessly. "Jingwan, you're too kind. She's already done this to you, yet you're speaking up for her. I'm speechless!"

But wasn't this what the first class liked about her?

"Song..."