Passing on the Dao and Imparting Knowledge

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Wang Zijing felt that Qin Baobao was taking a jab at her. She definitely wasn't being paranoid; Qin Baobao was highly practiced at making biting, veiled remarks.

Scheming and manipulative bitch—those weren't exactly flattering terms, but whenever Wang Zijing heard them, she couldn't help applying them to herself. She really was quite calculating. The people in her little circle probably all thought so too.

Back in school, she had only needed to bare her sharp claws a little to make the girls who picked on her suffer miserably. Yet being mocked by her closest friend still made her a little sad. Wang Zijing slowly sat down and submerged half her face in the water.

"Look how petty you are." Qin Baobao lightly chopped Wang Zijing on the head with the side of her hand.

They were very close. Wang Zijing looked up but couldn't see Qin Baobao's face; it was blocked by two lumps of flesh weighing several pounds each.

What a fucking shameless amount of boob.

"Stop making snide remarks." Wang Zijing rolled her eyes and splashed a scoop of water at Qin Baobao's chest. "Shut up, Big Wet Chest."

"I'm not making snide remarks." Qin Baobao rubbed her head. "Manipulative bitch, green tea bitch—what great words. They affirm your intelligence. Airheaded sweet girls never amount to anything in life. If they run into a domineering CEO, fine. If not, they'll spend their whole lives getting bullied."

Wang Zijing: "..."

That made so much sense.

Qin Baobao abruptly changed tack. "But sometimes, you really are pretty annoying. You're too calculating."

Wang Zijing: "..."

"Back when we were in high school, lots of girls