"She tripped me first," Song Yiyi retorted defiantly.
The short-haired girl glared at her, "So you're not going to apologize?"
"Not unless she apologizes to me first."
Song Yiyi, undaunted like a newborn calf unafraid of the tiger, wasn't intimidated by Zhao Xueer's formidable background. What of it if her family was a bit richer?
"Fine, so you're not going to apologize, huh? You've got some nerve."
The short-haired girl chuckled.
Song Yiyi braced for something from her opponent but was thrown off when nothing happened.
"Alright, go back to your seat," the middle-aged woman finally spoke.
Song Yiyi thought the matter was settled, but what happened next nearly broke her.
Someone splashed water on her at the cafeteria. As she walked, basketballs flew at her, pounding her head, and someone even put a small snake in her desk, terrifying her to tears. Such incidents happened countless times over the next few days.
