"Yang... what brings you guys here?" Just then, Ouyang Xuanxuan and the others ran over and said apologetically, "Sorry... they came to see us."
At that moment, a woman with seductive eyes stepped forward and sneered, "So what if you're campus beauties? We're here rehearsing for the welcome party, not providing you with a place to seduce men."
As she spoke, she glanced around, oozing coquettishness. Her eyes in particular betrayed a hint of lust whenever she looked at someone—the sort of hunger a widow might have.
Then she glanced at Yang Weifeng and the others, rolled her eyes, and said disdainfully, "Tch... even if you're looking to seduce someone, you'd settle for trash like this?"
"You..." Ouyang Xuanxuan immediately frowned.
She knew this woman. She was from the dance department, and her name seemed to be Wang Manli.
During rehearsals, she always seemed to look at them with some inexplicable hostility. Now she was actually saying something this vicious.
What Ouyang Xuanxuan didn't know was that Wang Manli had previously ranked eighth on the campus beauty list.
Ouyang Xuanxuan and the others had unexpectedly pushed her right off the list when they arrived. Of course she couldn't stand them.
She had been stewing over it for a long time. Now that she had an opportunity, she certainly wasn't going to let it slip.
Mo Yurou's brows had already drawn sharply together, and her hands immediately clenched into fists. She stared at Wang Manli through gritted teeth, repeating to herself, One more word, and I'm going over there to beat her up.
She didn't have Ouyang Xuanxuan's good temper. If someone provoked her, she would hit back, no matter who it was.
At that moment, Yang Weifeng and the others, who had initially felt a little embarrassed, froze.
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