She reacted, stood up in a rage, disregarded the pain, pushed aside those who tried to help her, and lunged at her again.
"You bitch!"
Cao Xuejie had been trained; her family enrolled her in various self-defense classes since she was young.
But in Yun Qiqi's eyes, her skills were no different from children play-fighting.
Once again, she was slammed to the ground. The young girl remained unfazed, not even a strand of hair out of place.
She dusted her hands, looked down at Cao Xuejie, and said indifferently, "You're too slow."
She didn't even consider it worth her effort to hit someone like this.
She couldn't understand how this girl managed to bully others usually.
Cao Xuejie was so angry she wanted to get up and hit her again, but with a single move, pain shook her whole body, and she immediately shouted at the people around:
"What are you standing there for? Aren't you going to help?"
The girls looked at each other, but no one stepped forward.
