The girl, basking in the flattery, flicked her hair: "Don't compare me to someone like her."
"By the way, Shasha, isn't Young Master Leng starting school tomorrow? Why don't you seize this chance to show him some care? After all, our school and Lanya High School are at opposite ends of the city, so meeting him is pretty difficult."
"Don't even remind me. I've called him several times, and he wouldn't pick up. Who knows if his head's been turned by some trashy little bimbo."
Zhang Shasha gritted her teeth: "Lanya High School is just too despicable. Who gave them the right to classify students into tiers? Just because my grades are a little worse, why won't they accept me? My dad even offered to donate a building to the school, but they still wouldn't let me in. This is discrimination!"
A companion whispered, "Lanya Group has no shortage of money…."
What kind of dream are you living in?
