Before afternoon classes began, Miao Zhe's phone mysteriously returned to his desk compartment, just as it had before.
Though Miao Zhe found it strange, he knew the person who had pranked him must have returned it.
Miao Zhe could not find the culprit, but since his phone was back, he did not pursue the matter. He only planned to be more careful in the future and not give anyone an opening.
He played on his phone while Pang Jiao, his deskmate, chatted with Wang Yanyan.
"I think I'm at least average-looking. Ever since I was little, brain-damaged guys have been calling me ugly." Pang Jiao held a small mirror and struck a pose.
"Seriously brain-damaged," she added.
Miao Zhe glanced at her and thought, Have a little self-awareness, will you?
If Pang Jiao had merely been ugly, Miao Zhe would not have clashed with her, nor would he have looked down on her. After all, she had nothing to do with him.
For example, there was a girl at No.4 Middle School whose face had been disfigured in a fire. She looked far more frightening than Pang Jiao, but Miao Zhe did not dislike her. He even felt pity for her.
But Pang Jiao was ugly without knowing it, constantly said ridiculous things, and had even pulled Wang Yanyan into forming a little clique to cold-shoulder him. She was a bad person.
Miao Zhe had always struck back hard, using equally vicious words to attack his opponents!
"What are you looking at? What kind of look is that?" Pang Jiao roared, her voice deep and heavy like Li Kui's in a TV drama.
"If you weren't looking at me, how would you know I was looking at you?" Miao Zhe shot back.
Pang Jiao said to Wang Yanyan, "How do