Sweetheart: Imperial school grass, please stop!

Chapter 212 Women owe more than men

A 300-square-meter women's toilet in the public playground of Holy Wing College was filled with no less than 10 people.

An Zihao, who was leaning against the wall covered in wounds, couldn't help curling his lips, and spat blood at the women opposite him.

"Who the hell sent you here?"

The women standing opposite An Zihao couldn't help curling their lips, their faces were full of sarcasm.

"No one sent us here, we just saw that you were upset and wanted to clean up you."

An Zihao hooked the corners of his lips that were dripping with blood, and the calmness on his face was not mixed with a trace of fear: "Take care of me? You really can't control yourself."

All of a sudden, the surrounding women gave way to a path, and a woman slowly walked out from the empty path.

"Overestimate our capabilities? If we overestimated our capabilities, how could you be in such a mess?"

An Zihao's plain eyes turned cold when he saw the woman in front of him: "It's you again."

Xin'er covered her mouth and chuckled: "Why can't it be me, but there are so many people in Holy Wing Academy who don't like you that I can't even imagine."

An Zihao glanced at the wound on his body indifferently, "If you didn't hold sticks and knives, how could you hurt me at all?"

He squinted his eyes and added: "I don't like it because of jealousy, right?"

An Zihao's words hit the nail on the head, and the women who were still smug instantly went into a riot.

"Xin'er, this kind of woman is too shameless."

"That's right, we can't let such a shameless woman go, we must teach her a lesson."

"It's fine for her to occupy the two major school girls of Saint Wing School by herself, but she's still so proud."

"Besides, I really don't understand. Why did Prince An and Prince Xi fall in love with her?"

"I can say this, every one of us is prettier than this ugly monster!"

"Go, go, don't compare us with such ugly monsters."

……

An Zihao narrowed his dangerous eyes and said, "I said, don't let me hear the words ugly again."

The two women snorted coldly, obviously not paying attention to An Zihao, "So what if we talk? What can you do to us?"

With his injuries all over his body, An Zihao walked over to the side of the two women, and grabbed their hair with two strong and strong hands.

The two women screamed miserably, "Ah, Gu Qianyi, I warn you to let us go. Otherwise, we will definitely make you regret it!"

Not only did An Zihao not let go because of their words, but he even tightened his grip on the contrary.

"I didn't really hit women before, but later I found out that women owe more than men."

An Zihao narrowed his eyes, and couldn't help smiling when he looked at the two women in front of him, especially the trick of pulling hair was very easy to use.

Xin'er waved her hand, but stepped back again: "Come on, frustrate this woman's spirit."

Hearing Xin'er's words, several women behind him rushed up, surrounded An Zihao layer by layer, and quickly grabbed his long hair with their hands.

An Zihao raised his leg and kicked the two women who were pulling his hair to the ground, then threw the two women in his hand out.

The two women were thrown at Xin'er's feet by An Zihao, and they were in a state of distress from head to toe.

Xin'er couldn't help taking a few steps back, her face was full of disgust, but her vicious gaze was fixed on An Zihao.

(End of this chapter)