Summary
On the first day of junior year, a girl transferred into the class next door.
Fair-skinned and beautiful, she had boys flocking to her in droves.
But one afternoon, during the break between classes, she strolled up to me and, in front of the entire class, slammed her backpack onto my desk.
Then she said, sounding utterly wronged, “Song Yan, aren’t you going to explain yourself? About you licking my feet yesterday?”
Amid the burst of whispers and murmurs, I looked at her and smiled. Then I pulled my phone out of my bag and called the police.
“Hello, could you send someone over? Someone is openly slandering and harassing me.”