Chapter 29 Faceslapping

• I can't help chortling at the greeting. A slut calling another slut. Hilarious! The kettle is calling a pot black. Not to mention the fact that I'm not even a pot.
• I sighed while wondering whether to give a response to Nancy, but, giving it a second thought, responding to all this stupid ridicule would make me fall to their level. Goddess forbid such.
• My lips curled in a faint smile, and I folded my arms while acting as if I didn't even know that I was the one their words were directed at. Let me just let them sink into their bubbles for now. I'm a newcomer; I shouldn't cause trouble on my first day of school.