The other students all fell silent.
Some of the students even had a look of agreement on their faces. "After hearing what you said, I also thought of Class 4."
Zhao Jia and Qin Churou were deskmates. Now that she heard these words, she sneered and said, "Class 4 is the worst class. Only people with unclear minds would think of going to Class 4."
"Enough, stop talking," Qin Churou scolded impatiently.
Now Qin Churou was in a bad mood. When she heard Zhao Jia mumbling in her ear, she felt even more annoyed.
Zhao Jia could only shut her mouth. She turned her head, and her expression was not very good.
Her face was dark, and she felt very disdainful in her heart.
Countless people were more outstanding than Qin Churou. What was there to be proud of?
If she was given the same family background, she could be a hundred times more outstanding than Qin Churou.
