Watching He Xiaohui in front of her, Lin Muxue's mind was flooded with scenes from high school.
"Xue, your Nike sneakers are fake! The LOGO is all wrong, and the craftsmanship is so rough! I bet it didn't cost more than 50 yuan, right?"
"This chocolate was brought to me from Shanghai by my cousin, come on, everyone have a piece… oh... sorry, Xue, just divided them all, none left for you… Zhang Wen, is it good?"
"Why is my moisturizer so much less? Who has been using it? Xue, it must be you! You're the only one without it in our dorm!"
"Haha, Shen Kaihang confessed to you again?... What are you pretending for! Dare to bet that I'll definitely have a much better life than you in the future! The boyfriend I find will also be better than yours!"
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In the past, Lin Muxue didn't quite understand why someone would isolate, spread rumors, and bully her in high school for no reason.
Clearly, she didn't want to provoke anyone and always tried hard to please them.