Jiang Lingzhi returned to his seat, ready to dispose of the garbage on the table.

Zhuo Yiru was completely annoyed, and walked to her desk in a few steps, poked her shoulder with her finger: "Are you sick?"

Jiang Lingzhi frowned, "Is this sick?"

She looked down at the mess on the table: "I haven't asked you to take away your garbage."

Jiang Lingzhi picked up the math book that was mixed with cream and tissue, and threw it directly into her arms: "The garbage you made yourself, please throw it away yourself."

"Clap" sound.

The cream stained Zhuo Yiru's body, and then rolled to the ground.

Zhuo Yiru was simply stunned.

He glanced down at the cream on his chest.

The whole place was silent.

Outside the back door of the classroom, several boys shouted, "What are you doing? No one will come after a long time."

It's some boys from the next class.

"What are you doing?" Zhuo Yiru had never been so embarrassed before, opening his mouth, so angry that tears fell.

Seeing the people at the door, Wu Qing came back to her senses and hurriedly said, "You guys came just in time, Yi Ru was bullied!"

Zhuo Yiru is quite beautiful, and she was also a class flower before she was divided into classes. She was very popular with boys in the class.

Therefore, her temperament has always been quite arrogant, and she feels that everyone has to hold her.

Seeing her being bullied at this moment, the boys in the original class of course wanted to stand up for her.

The boy saw the cream on Zhuo Yiru's clothes at a glance, and reported the injustice for her: "Fuck, this is too fucking too much, which idiot throws ice cream on others?!"

Wu Qing hurriedly pointed to Jiang Lingzhi: "It's her, Yi Rubu just wants to change positions with her, it's fine if she doesn't agree, and she threw the ice cream on Yi Ru's body!"

Someone next to him echoed: "That's right, she is the second-to-last position, Yi Ru is kind enough to change with her in the second row, she is not happy anymore."

Jiang Lingzhi rolled his eyes in his heart, too lazy to explain.

Just as he was about to sit down, someone suddenly pulled his shoulders hard.

She didn't expect the man to make a move, she lost her balance for a while, and her lower back slammed into the corner of the back table.

"You bullied her, didn't you?" the boy said viciously.

The hurt Jiang Lingzhi's fingertips trembled when they hit him just now.

She pursed her red lips and looked up at him without speaking.

The boy didn't see her face at first, but now she looked up and finally saw who it was.

After all, she is the school flower, and she is quite famous.

Jiang Ling knew that he knew him, but he had never been in contact with him, so he couldn't say how familiar he was.

In addition, his momentum has already been picked up, and it is impossible to take it back now. After a pause, he continued: "Apologies, look at what you have done to others!"

"Why?" Jiang Lingzhi looked up at him with a stubborn expression.

"Yoha," the boy's anger was also instantly adjusted: "You are very dragged, you make people like this, where do you have the confidence to be so dragged?"

Zhuo Yiru choked on the side and shed tears, and the area on his chest looked a little embarrassed.

A few girls next to her patted her on the back, still comforting her in a low voice.

"Apologize!" Zheng Liang couldn't bear to see her cry, and suddenly shouted, raising his hand, ready to stretch out his hand to pull Jiang Lingzhi's collar.

He stretched out his hand in mid-air, and was suddenly slapped away by a force.

The sound of "pop" was very clear.

The people still haven't reacted to what's going on.

When came back to senses, realized that when there were more people in the classroom.