I Won't Go into the Women's Restroom!

Ao Fu has really lost face this time.

She's the kind of girl even trash wouldn't want... Once everyone hears this, as long as these classmates want to keep calling Oliver trash, she'll always be the kind of girl even trash wouldn't want.

Ao Fu glanced at her friends who had just made a bet with her. The guys quickly looked away, as if they didn't dare to meet her gaze, as if it would be beneath them to call themselves her friends at this moment.

Just as everyone who spoke up for Oliver was targeted by everyone, this person who could even mock Oliver also instantly faced the fate of being ridiculed.

Those who were not familiar with her began to whisper amongst themselves, some even mocking her.

"Oh my god, did you hear what Oliver just said? Ao Fu actually asked him out, and he rejected her!"

"Hahaha, the center of attention? What's wrong with Rebecca today? I've never seen her so assertive before. But she's right, Ao Fu is definitely the center of attention right now, hahaha, I can't help but laugh."

"This is absolutely hilarious, Ao Fu? I never imagined that someone who usually seems so refined would have such a fetish, liking a filthy, pathetic wretch?"

Malicious rumors began to circulate in the classroom. Ao Fu, her face flushed with anger, raised her voice and retorted, "No, I didn't! Only a fool would like him! I just wanted to tease him!"

"Then at least choose a way that achieves your goal. Why use your charm to challenge Oliver's judgment? You think you can fool him with your charm? How confident you are." Zhao Mou sat in his seat and chimed in from afar. His rising tone showed no defense of Oliver, making him more acceptable to the class.

"That's right, you're just being delusional. I may dislike Oliver, but I never imagined Oliver would like me." A girl with short curly hair cupped her face in her hands. She already had a conflict with Ao Fu, and at this moment, she certainly didn't hold back in adding insult to injury. "You don't think you're some kind of heartthrob that everyone likes, do you? Or are you just a casual person who likes to use your body to prove certain things?"

Upon hearing this, the boys who had secretly harbored feelings for Ao Fu all lowered their heads silently, not daring to speak, fearing that if they spoke up for Ao Fu at this moment, they would be considered worse than trash.

Moreover, after hearing a few more comments from others mocking Ao Fu, they suddenly realized that they weren't so infatuated with Ao Fu anymore.

People who are used to being manipulated by fireflies are naturally more susceptible to being controlled by rumors.

"Ao Fu, I never expected you to do something like this." The vice class monitor coughed awkwardly twice. Indeed, Ao Fu's original intention was to tease Oliver and embarrass Oliver. If it succeeded, Oliver's shameless act of thinking someone liked him would become a new source of amusement, but if it failed, it would be quite embarrassing...

The words spoken by Rebecca, the transfer student, and Oliver himself left the vice class monitor no time to say to Oliver, "Who do you think you are? Do you even have the right to be picky?" to break down Oliver's defenses, because if he were to criticize Oliver for not accepting Ao Fu's invitation at this point, it would only make him seem foolish.

Damn it, Oliver seems different today, and Rebecca, why is she here to join in the fun... The vice class monitor glared at Oliver, deciding not to get involved, and returned to his seat dejectedly.

He also glanced at the class monitor's seat. The monitor was wearing thick glasses and a red armband, intently flipping through the book for the next class. The students around him were silent, not daring to disturb him. Compared to him, everyone else's restlessness seemed like a joke.

The vice class monitor's face contorted for a moment, unwilling to admit that those with better grades than him were working even harder.

Ao Fu was now completely isolated and helpless. Furious, she stomped her foot and yelled, "Trash, all of you trash! Oliver, you just wait and see, I won't let you get away with this! Didn't you invite me for a walk before? You liked me! I was just giving you a chance out of pity!"

Oliver gave her a sly smile, took out paper and pen as if to start working on his exercise book, and said dismissively, "I was just occasionally blind before, but now I can see clearly. What's so great about you? Why do I have to spell it out for you?"

"That's right, I don't know what's so great about you. Even I'm prettier, richer, more rational, and have better grades than you. No matter how you look at it, you don't have anything that would make anyone like you. Who knows where this confidence comes from? Maybe it's because nobody likes you, so you think you can find comfort in Oliver?" Rebecca admired the transfer student Derek for shifting the focus from her to Ao Fu with just one sentence, and seized the opportunity to retaliate.

Previously, she was an outsider, or rather, a perpetrator, unable to see clearly the extent to which the students' minds had been corrupted. Now, as she begins to orchestrate a malicious act, she discovers just how easy it is to do so.

The students next to them burst into laughter.

Ao Fu's eyes were so cold they were practically frozen.

Look, these are the people in this class.

If they can inflict malice on one person without any psychological burden, they can naturally inflict it on a second or third person, because their conscience has long been eroded by their own actions, along with their sense of justice.

How embarrassing... Ao Fu thought, how embarrassing.

A crimson light welled up in her eyes, and her calf, which had been kicked, throbbed with pain. She stared intently at Oliver, furious that someone as universally despised as Oliver dared to reject her and publicly humiliate her.

What gives him the right? How dare he!

Ao Fu gave a cold snort and turned to leave.

Yu Xing watched the whole farce unfold, had her fill of gossip, and sighed contentedly.

Zhao Mou's ability to stir up trouble is extraordinary. He can use seemingly insignificant words as a trigger to ultimately ignite the entire conflict.

Rebecca was spared from being targeted today thanks to Zhao Mou's help, but the calamity will still come after they leave the instance.

Oliver shifted slightly, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Yu Xing, who was sighing, as if he couldn't understand what Yu Xing was thinking.

He didn't care that much.

On the other side, Zhao Yijiu, who had been pulled away by Qu Xuanqing, stood unbearably at the entrance of the women's restroom. His wrist was still being held by Qu Xuanqing, and a strange blush appeared on his usually gloomy face.

There were few students around. The classes near the restrooms seemed to be studying intensely for exams, while the office door was closed, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.

Zhao Yijiu lowered her voice and said, "No... I won't go into the women's restroom!"