A Thousand-Word Self Reflection

At this moment, Wang Shuai's body was covered in shoe prints. His hair was messy, and his collar, which was originally standing up, had drooped down. He was in a very sorry state.

"What right do you have to hit him?" Lu Benwei asked in a low voice.

Liu Jingjing took out a wet towel and wiped the stains on Wang Shuai's face. At the same time, she shouted, "You guys are bullying the weak with numbers. Do you have any shame?"

Wang Shuai's opponents were all ninth graders. They were all tall and strong.

The leader of the group, a muscular student with a buzz cut, sneered. "Are you saying that we're shameless? Then isn't your friend shameless enough to be thinking about someone else's girlfriend?"

Lu Benwei and Liu Jingjing were stunned for a moment and looked at Wang Shuai at the same time.

Wang Shuai's eyes widened in anger. "You're spouting nonsense. Since when did Senior Song Ying have a boyfriend?"