One of the girls was ranked 19th in the entire class, just one place higher than Qin Churou.
At this moment, when she heard Qin Churou's words, she laughed coldly. "What a coincidence. I did better than you. I'm ranked 19th."
The surrounding students who were watching the commotion were all pointing at Qin Churou.
Qin Churou's face turned pale. No one knew if she was embarrassed or angry.
That girl was still unwilling to let Qin Churou go. She stepped forward and gave Qin Churou a push.
"Qin Churou, today is different from the past. You are no longer that high and mighty campus belle who is being chased by people. Who are you looking down on?"
Qin Churou was so angry that her eyes were red. She clenched her fists tightly.
Her eyes were filled with tears.
In the past, with Qin Churou's pitiful and aggrieved appearance, there would definitely be many students protecting her.
