Although music, chess, calligraphy, and painting were not very popular nowadays, it was still necessary to learn.
The school that Mo Yuan sent Jiujiu to was a famous school for the wealthy in A City. The students there were either rich or respectable. To put it bluntly, no one was someone you could afford to offend.
Therefore, Jiujiu, who looked out of place, was bullied the moment she went there.
A child's evil was pure, especially when it came to the kind of evil that she did not like. It was the kind of evil that came from the heart.
Jiujiu had just sat down in the classroom and introduced herself under the guidance of the teacher. She had just sat down when she was bullied by her deskmate.
Jiujiu's deskmate was the young master of the Li Group, Li Yuanhao.
Li Yuanhao had delicate features. Just by looking at his eyes, one would think that he was very gentle. However, his words were like knives that stabbed one's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.
Li Yuanhao's brows were tightly knitted the moment he saw Jiujiu.
However, because the teacher was still in front of him, he did not say it directly. After the teacher left, he directly took out a wad of money from his wallet and threw it in front of Jiujiu. He said, "I'll give you money. Get lost."
It was obvious that he treated Jiujiu as a beggar and sent her away.
When Mo Yuan brought He Xiaoya back, she was very timid. She looked like a little chick that had left the arms of a hen. Both Mo Yuan and Uncle Li felt that He Xiaoya could not withstand the pressure of the school at all. Therefore, they did not send her to school. Instead, they hired a tutor at home. They were going to send her to school when she became better.
Because He Xiaoya was sent to school by Uncle Li, and after a few years of recuperation, her skin was fair and she was dressed luxuriously. Although she was a little petty, most of the students in this school treated her as an illegitimate child from a big family. Therefore, everyone naturally treated He Xiaoya as an illegitimate child who had been raised outside since childhood.
Although everyone looked down on He Xiaoya, they did not make things difficult for her.
But Jiujiu was different.
Although Jiujiu's clothes were luxurious and her temperament was not to be trifled with, her dark red face and her rough hands, which looked like those of a laborer, made her look like a camel that had strayed into a flock of sheep. She did not fit in with the surrounding environment.
Li Yuanhao was already irritated by his father's illegitimate children. Now that he saw Jiujiu, who looked easy to bully, he naturally vented all his anger on Jiujiu.
Jiujiu was like a pail for Li Yuanhao to vent his anger, allowing him to find an outlet to vent.
After the teacher left, Li Yuanhao took out a handful of money from his pocket and threw it at Jiujiu.
Li Yuanhao's money sprinkled onto Jiujiu's body like rain. Other than Jiujiu who closed her eyes to avoid the sharp edges of the money, everyone else in the classroom widened their eyes. Then, there was an uproar.
To be honest, Li Yuanhao's actions were really tasteless to the extreme.
However, in this school, there were many people who bullied the weak. Now, Li Yuanhao was the stronger party and Jiujiu was the weaker party. Everyone naturally applauded for Li Yuanhao and watched Jiujiu make a fool of herself.
When all the money scattered on the floor, Jiujiu slowly opened her eyes.
Jiujiu's black-red skin became even redder and darker due to her anger. Her large and bright eyes faintly flickered with angry sparks as she quietly looked at Li Yuanhao.
Jiujiu pursed her lips and looked at Li Yuanhao's face that was distorted because of disgust. She raised her hand and slapped him.
Slap ~
It was crisp and loud.
Until the echo disappeared, everyone in the classroom did not react.
This unknown country bumpkin from outside actually slapped the young master of the Li Group, Li Yuanhao, in the face the moment he arrived.
Did she not want to live anymore?
Not only did the other people in the classroom not recover, Li Yuanhao was also stunned.
Li Yuanhao relied on his family background to bully others. When he bullied the weak, he was very powerful. At this moment, he was slapped in the face and was instantly stunned. When he recovered, Li Yuanhao crazily wanted to fight back.
Because of his family background, Li Yuanhao learned fighting skills from a young age. Even though he was only eight years old, he had a chance of winning against an adult.
But what Li Yuanhao did not expect was that his fighting skills were like a show in front of Jiujiu. His movements, which were praised by professional teachers countless times, were like slow motion in front of Jiujiu. Jiujiu casually stopped his movements and slapped him again.
If Li Yuanhao was like an arrogant leopard just now, then Li Yuanhao, who had been slapped several times by Jiujiu, was like a pitiful kitten whose fur was drenched by the rain.
In the following battle, it was completely Jiujiu who was beating Li Yuanhao.
Li Yuanhao, on the other hand, seemed to have a one-track mind as he continued to attack Jiujiu.
Li Yuanhao was not Jiujiu's opponent to begin with. Not only were his attacks useless, but they also consumed a lot of energy.
After a short while, Li Yuanhao was already panting heavily. As for Jiujiu, even her hair was not messed up.
When Li Yuanhao gave up attacking and stood aside, his face was red because of exhaustion and anger from being hit by Jiujiu. Jiujiu, on the other hand, looked calm and composed. Her face was even better than the angry black color just now.
Li Yuanhao glared at Jiujiu fiercely.
Jiujiu did not seem to receive Li Yuanhao's fierce gaze. She just looked at Li Yuanhao quietly and said, "Take it back."
The act of throwing the money was very tasteless and embarrassing. If he took all the money back, wouldn't he lose face?
Li Yuanhao snorted and turned his head away, but he did not say anything about taking the money back.
Jiujiu looked at Li Yuanhao's stubborn face, bent down, and picked up all the money on the ground one by one.
Seeing Jiujiu's actions, Li Yuanhao's swollen face, which was beaten by Jiujiu, showed a trace of pride.
What was the use of pretending to be tough just now? Now, he still picked up all the money.
An illegitimate child was an illegitimate child. Even if he was sent to school, he still could not see the light of day and still picked up money.
Jiujiu's action of picking up the money was like giving back all the face that Li Yuanhao had just lost. Li Yuanhao's face, which was red and swollen from being beaten by Jiujiu, was indescribably proud.
Jiujiu's action of picking up the money also made the crowd, who had been watching the show, "Shh."
No matter how fierce Jiujiu was when she hit Li Yuanhao, she had completely lost the moment she picked up the money.
Because she picked up the money, it meant that she loved money. Li Yuanhao was the one who threw the money, so naturally, he had the absolute advantage.
Jiujiu picked up all the money, stood up straight, and looked at Li Yuanhao's smiling face with pride. She directly threw the money over.
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