After a burst of laughter, Tang Shiyao's face turned as red as pig liver, her chest heaving in anger, and she looked like she was having trouble breathing.
Hmm, her health bar should only have about thirty left now.
The crowd, with a bit of malice, thought that the girl in red should throw in a few more zingers and completely break this narcissistic Tang Shiyao.
Gu Xiaoer did not disappoint, stepping lightly forward, pressing closer to Tang Shiyao.
"Back in high school, I didn't speak up, didn't resist, didn't care because I never took you seriously. You could say whatever you wanted; it wasn't going to hurt me. I only needed to focus on my studies. And you, given a few lines, actually thought you could win some major film awards? If you're so good at acting, why hasn't any director noticed you?"
"You, you..." Tang Shiyao's health bar kept dropping.
The classmates from high school, hearing Gu Xiaoer's words, were filled with shame, all hanging their heads.
