Liang Hua's Fury

The other students fell into silence, while some nodded in agreement. "Now that you mention it, I too am reminded of Class Four," one remarked.

Zhao Jia, seated next to Qin Churou, sneered. "Class Four is for the worst of the worst. Only those who lack sense would even consider going there."

"Enough, stop talking," Qin Churou snapped, clearly irritated. Zhao Jia's constant muttering only added to her already foul mood.

Zhao Jia fell silent, but the displeasure on her face was unmistakable. Her expression darkened as her disdain simmered internally. *What's so special about Qin Churou? Countless people are far more capable than her. If I had her family background, I'd be a hundred times better.*

Meanwhile, several students from Class One gathered in excitement, discussing the recent transfer of Lu Ming to Class Four. Their voices grew louder, clearly unbothered by their surroundings.