Chapter 22 - I even scolded myself
Wen Qiao knocked her hand off.
"Laughing at my poor family, and at the same time making rumors that I cover the sky with one hand, hey, can you unify your caliber? Who are you going to fuck me? Can you figure it out before you talk?"
Zhao Tong gritted his teeth: "Lulu is only A-level. She has won so many awards, so she only got A-level. Why do you get S-level?"
Wen Qiao smiled: "What does it mean? It means that you Lulu still need to practice hard for a while before you can catch up with me."
He took out the hand card in Zhao Tong's hand, shook it, and smiled brightly, "It's officially certified."
Zhao Tong said indiscriminately: "You...you are a fart."
Wen Qiao smiled jokingly: "I'm S-level, you're A-level, and I'm a fart, then you're not even a fart, why are you so cruel that you even scold yourself?"
Zhao Tong was about to go crazy.
Xu Lu felt that she had been connoted, and her eye circles were slightly red.
Wen Qiao patted her on the shoulder, smiling casually: "Don't cry, or it will look like you can't afford it."
After finishing speaking, he carried the piano bag on his back, and happily left the backstage with Lu Youyou.
Lu Youyou's rampant laughter was extremely piercing in Xu Lu's ears. This was the greatest humiliation and irony for her.
The things she was most worried about were happening one by one, and she seemed powerless to restore anything.
At the entrance of the small auditorium, Wen Qiao had just stepped down two flights of stairs when she heard someone calling her from behind.
Turning her head, Zhuang Yan in a white shirt leaned against the wall, staring at her.
Wen Qiao turned a blind eye, took Lu Youyou's hand, and continued to walk forward, but he grabbed his wrist, "Stop!"
Wen Qiao broke free from his restraint, and looked at him coldly: "Is there something wrong?"
"Why are you so unloving?"
He saw the man's car, a Bentley, obviously rich.
Wen Qiao: ...
Either she was laughed at by Xu Lu or by Zhuang Yan. To a certain extent, these two people are actually quite compatible and a good match.
"none of your business!"
Ah, it's all Zhao Tong's fault, she said the fart just now, but she is not such a vulgar person who loves to swear.
She is too lazy to explain, anyway, her reputation in the Ninth Middle School has been extremely bad. When the news first came out, she was still stupid, explaining stubbornly, blocking Zhuang Yan's way with tears in her eyes, telling him 'I don't have a boyfriend, I don't have a rough private life, I don't have a messy style, I haven't even...have ever held a boy's hand'.
But what about him?
He ignored her and let his followers, brothers, laugh at her mercilessly.
The year-long school violence and his indifference had already chilled her hot heart.
Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou walked forward on their own, when Zhuang Yan's voice came from gnashing of teeth: "Are you so self-deprecating? Are you interested in his money?"
Wen Qiao still ignored him. Now this level of attack can't even hurt her.
Zhuang Yan was irritable and depressed, and suddenly dropped the violin on his shoulder.
That expensive violin, bought from Sotheby's auction house and worth millions, just fell to the ground.
——
Xu Lu lost control and went to the bathroom.
Wen Qiao's culture class has always been among the best, and now they have passed the interview with the highest grade, obviously they are going to become alumni.
It's the ending she hates the most.
She was sitting in the compartment, and after a while, she heard the compartment door open, the sound of the faucet running, and the voice of a woman.
"Sister, what do you think of Xu Lu's child?"
"Okay."
"It is said that she is a good match with our Zhuang Yan, and they often perform together."
Zhuang Yan's mother and aunt came to watch his performance together, and it was obviously those two who were talking.
There was a clear contempt in the woman's chuckle: "Her? Forget it, she's just the stepdaughter of the Wen family. My mother used to be Wen Jianmin's secretary, but somehow she became a secretary. My father is a renter. Compatible with our Zhuang Yan? You think too highly of her."
"Huh? Such a poor background? Forget it."