Chapter 379: Chapter 375: I’m Just Asleep, Not Dead

Zhao Xiulan watched as her own man got kicked to the ground. She didn’t feel any pity, but rather a sense of satisfaction.

She thought, she really couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Her original life was so free and easy, how did she make herself so humble for a man.

"You dare hit me?"

Wen Ran raised her fist, "Try to understand, I never hit people. I usually hit animals. If I really hit you, I suggest you reflect on yourself."

"You..."

"I’m your daddy~"

Wen Ran walked over with a smirk, kicked him again, and turned to Zhao Xiulan, saying: "What’s the point of keeping a man like this? Waiting for the New Year?"

"I know," Zhao Xiulan sighed and looked gratefully at Wen Ran, "Thank you."

"No problem," Wen Ran waved her hand, "Anyway, I’ve already stirred things up. What to do next is up to you."

After saying that, Wen Ran looked down at the time on her wristwatch.

It’s not early anymore.

"Alright," she patted Zhao Xiulan’s shoulder, "I’m going now, good luck."

As Wen Ran moved away, Xiao Chenye, Hongguo, and others followed her lead.

The man lying on the ground only realized after she was gone that he had really lost face this time!

"Who are you! Just wait! If you don’t kill me today, I’ll make sure you regret it in the future."

The voice wasn’t loud, but Wen Ran’s ears were particularly sharp.

So, even though Wen Ran had walked far away, she ran back and kicked him again.

Everyone: "..."

For some reason, there was a sudden urge to laugh.

"Whether you’ll make me regret it later, I don’t know," Wen Ran said seriously, "But I can make you regret it now!"

The man clutched his stomach, curling up like a shrimp.

"If you can, come at me, don’t bully within your own turf. Men like you are the most disgraceful."

After saying that, Wen Ran still felt unsatisfied, looked up at the braided girl who dared not say a word in anger, and seriously said: "And you, you shameless little tea green, are you blind?

This sister is only two years older than you, and you call her aunt?

The ones calling her aunt are still sucking milk! Are you blind?"

The braided girl was dumbfounded, never expecting to be scolded as well.

"What nonsense are you talking?"

She snapped, "I’ve already apologized, what more do you want from me?"

"Who wants anything from you," Wen Ran rolled her eyes, "If apologies worked, what would we need the police for? To sit around?"

"You..."

"You you you, me me me," Wen Ran’s sarcasm was about to fly to the sky, "Next time, make your tongue sharper before you talk to me, OK?"

Wen Ran didn’t want to waste time on such garbage, rolled her eyes and turned to leave.

Just as she walked away, she mumbled under her breath, "What a damn little tea green, throw her in the Yellow River and the whole country could drink tea."

The braided girl was fuming inside, but at this moment, she didn’t even dare let out a peep.

That man had just muttered a few words and she heard it, came back and gave him another kick.

If this kick landed on her, just thinking about it made the braided girl’s stomach begin to hurt.

She moved her lips, deciding it was best to cower first.

If you can’t provoke, avoid.

At worst, just take a detour whenever she sees her in the future, right?

This time, Wen Ran finally managed to leave as she wished.

Their luck was pretty good, getting the second floor. Hongguo wasn’t far from her, just separated south and north.

Hongguo wasn’t in a rush, first following Wen Ran to her dorm to tidy up.

When the door opened, two people were already sitting inside.

Both were dressed fashionably, with clear skin, clearly locals, definitely not from the countryside.

At least, their skin tone didn’t match.

"Hello," the girl sitting in the upper bunk nodded slightly, "I’m Shen Ruoli, we’ll be living in the same dorm from now on.

If everyone can get along, let’s get along. If not, don’t bring any dirty matters to me.

I can’t stand sand in my eyes or any filth."

Wen Ran: "..."

Honestly, seeing a new roommate initially made her quite happy.

But this young lady’s couple of sentences left Wen Ran speechless.

Oh my, the way she spoke was like she was some empress living in the Forbidden City, who can’t tolerate even a speck of dust.

Originally, Wen Ran wasn’t planning to pay attention to someone with such a princess temper.

But this young lady, who knows which nerve got crossed, looked Wen Ran up and down.

Then she suddenly sneered and turned over to sleep.

Wen Ran: "...???

Oh my, my temper.

She wasn’t going to indulge Shen Ruoli and rolled up her sleeves, going forward to poke Shen Ruoli lying in bed.

Shen Ruoli reacted strongly, "What are you doing? Who told you to touch me?"

Wen Ran didn’t answer, instead, she asked Shen Ruoli a question, "You say you can’t stand sand in your eyes, and can’t see dirt.

Then tell me, after you use the toilet, do you turn around to look at your own shit?"

The entire dorm fell into silence with that one sentence.

Shen Ruoli stared with wide, round eyes, dumbfounded at Wen Ran, tongue-tied, not knowing what to say.

"Pfft~"

The girl sitting in the lower bunk stood up, her big round almond eyes filled with laughter.

"Hello," her words captured Wen Ran’s attention.

The two exchanged glances, she expressed great kindness, "I’m Yun Miao, from now on, we’ll be living in the same dorm."

Yun Miao extended her hand, "Please take care of me."

"Hello," Wen Ran extended her hand, smiling, "I’m Wen Ran."

The two successfully met, and Shen Ruoli on the upper bunk, who had recovered, felt her lungs almost burst with anger. But having not retaliated then, retaliating now would make her seem petty.

Watching from above as they busied themselves with their things, she boiled with rage but didn’t know at whom to vent, finally just letting out a cold snort, turning over to sleep.

With the sound of steady breathing coming from the top bunk.

Yun Miao let out a sigh of relief, quietly said to Wen Ran: "My gosh, finally another person came.

You wouldn’t know, before you came, I sat face to face with her arranging things.

How uncomfortable it was, wonder which family’s lady she is, developed such a difficult temper.

Talking to her felt like losing ten days off my life."

This analogy amused Wen Ran.

A frustrated voice from the top bed, "I’m asleep, not dead. When you talk bad about me, can’t you avoid it a bit?"