School grass's runaway sweetheart

Chapter 25 My Haba, Can You Bully It?
"This devil is simply a dual personality. He treats people in good and bad ways. Sometimes he is gentle like a prince, and sometimes he is like a devil!"

"I curse you for being late for school to clean the toilet, falling over while walking, falling into the pit in the toilet!"

Tong Luoluo kept mopping the floor with a mop, and couldn't help cursing at the same time.

Just as she was mopping the floor to the corner, the sound of bottles being thrown on the ground suddenly sounded behind her. She subconsciously looked back, only to see a few girls in the class throwing things on the ground recklessly.

"Transfer students, clean up well, otherwise you won't be able to finish cleaning when others go to eat at noon!" One of the girls named Nana said to Tong Luoluo with a smirk on her face.

"It really stinks, let's go!"

A small leak will sink a great ship!
Tong Luoluo bit her lip and said nothing, and the girls suddenly laughed.

Several girls laughed and walked away, Tong Luoluo had no choice but to go over and pick up the bottle and throw it into the trash can. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart: Children from rich and noble families are indeed a bit strange!
She misses the old school so much now. The family conditions of the classmates are very ordinary, and there will be no discrimination. Everyone studies together and is happy every day, but this school...

While Tong Luoluo was thinking about it, suddenly a series of melodious bells rang throughout the campus.

She woke up with a start, and she was already in class!
She had no choice but to quickly speed up her hands, and when she was cleaning to the door of the toilet, a boy suddenly appeared in front of her, with his hands in his pockets, and greeted her with a smile: "Hi! Classmate Luoluo!"

Tong Luoluo raised her head and frowned when she saw the boy's face: "Yan Bichen, are you skipping class again?"

The last time he lied to her that she didn't attend class, and made her hair look like a golden lion king to embarrass her, she still remembers it!
"What do you mean, that kind of class is boring, it's better to come out to play, look, I don't meet such a cute girl like you!"

Yan Bichen's glib tongue made Tong Luoluo blush.

She was about to speak, when suddenly there was an earth-shattering scream in the distance, Tong Luoluo looked subconsciously, only to find a lot of girls rushing towards here excitedly holding signs.

She squinted her eyes, and vaguely saw the three big characters "Yan Bichen" written on the sign. She was about to ask Yan Bichen, but the boy looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, and said in panic: "Student Luoluo, you Make a cover for me, I'm leaving first!"

After finishing speaking, Bichen ran away, and Tong Luoluo was left alone holding a mop, standing stupidly at the door of the toilet, fluttering in the wind.

"Hey, have you seen our Prince Bichen?"

A group of girls quickly ran up to Tong Luoluo, and the leading girl asked.

"Bi Chen...Prince?" Tong Luoluo felt a little funny.

"I asked you a question, answer quickly, we still have to chase! Prince Bi Chen was talking to you just now? Did he say where he was going?"

Tong Luoluo shook his head: "I don't know."

"Aren't you pretending to be garlic for me?!" The eldest sister in the lead slammed the sign on the ground, and walked towards Tong Luoluo with a fierce look on her face.

Tong Luoluo took a step back in fright, and raised the mop to the girls: "You...what do you want to do?"

The girl was taken aback for a moment, and then a look of disgust appeared on her face: "Hey, it's so dirty! Put the mop down, girl!"

Tong Luoluo knew that if this group of girls came up together, she would probably have her hair plucked today, so she bit the bullet and said in a choked voice: "You go first and I'll let you go!"

The eldest sister became even angrier when she heard this, and she stepped forward to grab Tong Luoluo. Tong Luoluo was so frightened that she screamed and swung the mop around.

However, at this moment, an indifferent and cold voice suddenly came: "Beating a dog depends on the owner. My Haba is also something you can bully?"

(End of this chapter)