Chapter 282 (1/2)

”I never thought I was a waste, so now I can stand here and call you the strong one.”

Speaking of the word ”strong”, the meaning of the night clear fall, a bit of irony.

Immediately, her tone slowed down, and she said faintly, ”these people, who were once ridiculed wastes, have shed tears, praying for the so-called strong to let go of themselves.”

”Do you think that if you cry, if you beg for mercy, if you show weakness and if you are humble, they will probably let you go?”

Ni Ruo pan trembled all over, and his pupils were dilated. There was a strange mood in his eyes, which was spreading.

She was half up, kneeling on the ground, and her mind echoed the words of night clear.

Will it?

No.

These people, who have no sympathy for anyone at all, will ridicule and humiliate her even when she is dying.

She has always been a person since she entered the magic class.

Therefore, when ye Qingluo, who is a freshman, comes to the class and is insulted by Tong Ziqing, subconsciously, he doesn't want the freshmen to be treated like this.

Such a day, too hard, too tired.

She's dying.

Night Qingluo light looking at Ni Ruo pan holding his knees, eyes slowly moved to the surrounding, a group of students watching the good play.

Her charming eyes are like a sharp blade, and her sight is like a sharp blade penetrating into the flesh.

In that pair of eyes, the original face with a banter and smile of the students, one by one become serious.

”And you.” Night clear fall squint Mei Mou, ”before you come to the devil class, are not all rubbish?”

The faces of the students around him suddenly changed.

This is the past that they all want to bury. They are all exposed to the fierce light and stare at the night.