CHAPTER 801: CHAPTER 782: SISTERS_2

Even though Song Zijing tried to appear calm, she was still just a nine-year-old girl.

Seven girls rolled up their sleeves and approached the two of them with sneers.

"So you guys are having your day too, always getting whatever you wanted at school. Teacher’s little darlings, let’s see if you can maintain your elegance under our slaps."

Without your brothers, I don’t think you’re better than us. You’re just relying on the fact that you have two powerful brothers, strutting around at school every day. Xiao Wu, go get a basin of cold water. Give them a good bath; seeing those pretty dresses they’re wearing makes me uncomfortable."

"Exactly, look at how they are dressed, those shoes must cost several hundred. We know your family is rich. Go get a pair of scissors and cut their hair."

"Right, and later smear mud on their faces so they remember obediently."

"People say you have to bow your head under a low roof, but you two are something else. Clearly, your two brothers have been gone for a long time, everyone outside knows your brothers are missing. Yet, you still flaunt yourselves at school. This time we’ll teach you how to behave properly."

The girls laughed out loud.

Stepping on top students who used to be high above them, allowing them to be trampled, was what they loved doing. They used to not dare provoke these two, but now there’s no one to protect them.

"Let them go!"

A voice interrupted.

Xiao Hongying turned around in surprise!

In the shadowy corner under the tree, stood a small figure.

Song Ziwen and Song Zijing were stunned; it was their younger sister, Song Ziyuan.

Urgently, they said.

"Yanyan, run! This has nothing to do with you."

Song Ziyuan was very introverted, usually quiet at home, well protected by her siblings.

It was said that Song Ziyuan was born prematurely and had always been in poor health, having been weak from a young age, and only under her mother’s care did her health improve.

But compared to her siblings, Song Ziyuan was obviously much thinner.

If these people messed with Yanyan, she might fall ill once she got home.

Xiao Hongying clenched her fist proudly.

"Oh wow, another one has come, just in time for the three sisters to reunite. This time we’ll take good care of you and teach you a good lesson."

She walked straight toward Song Ziyuan.

Song Ziwen and Song Zijing panicked, pushing people aside, wanting to run over.

"Xiao Hongying, don’t touch my sister, if you have any issues, come at us. Bullying the weak, what kind of skill is that?"

"Exactly, if you have the skills, come at us."

Xiao Hongying looked at Song Ziwen and Song Zijing with a cold smile, "Alright, you guys hold them for me. I want to let them properly experience my Iron Sand Palm. Those fair little cheeks, I wonder what they’ll look like under my Iron Sand Palm. I hate those pretty fox spirits the most."

She ground her teeth and walked toward Song Ziwen and Song Zijing.

Primarily, Song Ziwen and Song Zijing were too conspicuous at school, being prominent figures.

Compared to them, Song Ziyuan was like a little mouse hiding from the light.

With poor grades, unattractive, and introverted, bullying such prominent figures could satisfy her vanity more.

As she walked over, she aimed a slap at them.

Xiao Hongying imagined those fair cheeks swelling like Baozi the next day, surely a sensation that would be thrilling.

Unfortunately, her arm was grabbed tightly by someone.

She couldn’t move an inch.

Xiao Hongying turned around in shock.

Could it be that a teacher was here?

Turning her head, she saw Song Ziyuan’s expressionless little face.

Xiao Hongying laughed.

"Heh, I was going to let you off, but it seems you don’t appreciate it. Then I’ll deal with you first."

She turned back and kicked out; Xiao Hongying, though only twelve years old, had trained in martial arts, and a kick could hurt someone.

This kick had no holding back.

In her imagination, the scene of knocking the little girl down with a kick hadn’t happened. Her wrist was still held tightly and hadn’t been released, the strength like iron clamps, making her feel her wrist would break.

The kick she threw was met with a harsh kick to her knee.