This lesbian is too good at talking! I can't afford to offend her!

Chapter 304: Meng Zhujun is embarrassed and everyone introduces themselves

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The blankets and pillows came one after another, and the books placed beside the pillow fell heavily on her back. The blanket blocked Meng Zhujun's vision and drowned out her screams.

"You don't have a tutor, and neither do I."

"Chen Shuning, you're going too far!"

Mi Qiaolan screamed, walked over to help Meng Zhujun up, and asked with concern: "Zhujun, are you okay?"

Xiang Yuanfang looked stunned and whispered, "Comrade Chen Shuning, if you have something to say, please talk it over. There's no need to resort to violence."

"Meng Zhujun changed her bed first and then refused to change it back. I only helped her change her bed because she refused to talk to me properly."

Chen Shuning's eyes swept across everyone's faces, then landed on Meng Zhujun, and reminded him, "If others respect me an inch, I will respect them ten feet. How you treat me is how I will treat you."

"Meng Zhujun, this is a dormitory, not your home. Don't act like a capitalist mistress. Everyone is equal, and we have no obligation to support you."

Meng Zhujun combed her messy hair, her cheeks red as blood. She gasped for breath, wishing she could tear Chen Shuning apart.

"From childhood to adulthood, no one has ever dared to treat me like this! Chen Shuning, I'm not done with you."

Liu Zhongyu huddled in a corner, afraid of being affected.

Jiang Heping pushed the frame of his glasses and said slowly, "I've reminded you not to touch other people's things."

Chen Shuning walked past Meng Zhujun and took the bedding from the bunk bed facing the door.

"Oh, you really are a rich lady, aren't you? Meng Zhujun, the working people are the most glorious. Bullying a farmer like me will only bring trouble to our family. I advise you to restrain yourself."

Upon hearing this, Mi Qiaolan retracted her hand and secretly took a step back, fearing that she would be accused of looking down on the working people.

Jiang Heping's lips curled up slightly, and his thoughts flew from the book to Chen Shuning. What a sharp tongue, it made Meng Zhujun unable to raise her head.

"You, you..." Meng Zhujun pointed her index finger at Chen Shuning, her tone full of grievance: "I don't look down on the working people, don't talk nonsense."

"I come from the countryside, from the lowest class of working people. You said yourself that you were doing me a favor by switching beds with me. Don't you look down on working people?"

"I simply can't stand you. Don't drag this into the hands of the working people. You don't represent the working people."

"Haha, if the working people can't represent the working people, then who can?" Chen Shuning looked Meng Zhujun up and down with a look of disdain: "You? A capitalist lady."

"Ah—" Meng Zhujun clenched her fists and shouted with her eyes closed: "I am not a capitalist, nor am I a young lady. My grandfather has made contributions to the country..."

"What a coincidence." Chen Shuning snorted lightly, a sneer on his lips: "My grandfather carried a gun for the country and fought against the Japanese and the Americans. In terms of contribution, his contribution is no less than your grandfather's."

Meng Zhujun was stunned on the spot, staring at Chen Shuning with her dark eyes, like a Persian cat with its fur standing on end.

Chen Shuning spread out the bedding, bent down to pick up Meng Zhujun's bedding, and put it on the bunk bed facing the door. He climbed up nimbly and made the bed for her.

"You don't look like you've ever worked before. I'm going to be a good person and help you out today."

"Ah!" Meng Zhujun screamed, "Stop! Don't touch my things!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Shuning deliberately slapped the pillow hard, looking down at Meng Zhujun with a tone of disdain: "Tsk, you're so squeamish and pretentious, Miss."

Xiang Yuanfang grabbed Meng Zhujun and advised, "Meng Zhujun, Chen Shuning helped you make your bed, you should thank her. We should live in the same dormitory, so don't make things awkward."

Meng Zhujun gasped. What was she going to say to Yuanfang? Should she thank Chen Shuning? It was good enough that she didn't beat Chen Shuning.

"Comrade Chen Shuning," Xiang Yuanfang said with a smile, "Meng Zhujun was wrong to change her bed without permission. You should calm down and not let this matter affect our relationship."

"I'm not angry." Chen Shuning landed on his feet, stood in front of Meng Zhujun, and said with a smile: "I'm not a petty person. As long as you talk to me properly, I'm still very generous."

A flicker of surprise flashed across Meng Zhujun's eyes. What did Chen Shuning mean? Was he mocking her for being unreasonable? She was stunned for a few seconds, and the anger in her heart mostly dissipated.

Xing Fangcao had warned her that Chen Shuning wasn't someone she could get along with. It was her impatience, her desire to vent her anger on her cousin's behalf, that led to a poor move.

Meng Zhujun puffed out her chest, pretending to be magnanimous, and said, "Chen Shuning, I forgive you this time. If it happens again, don't blame me for being rude."

"I didn't apologize to you." Chen Shuning sat on the bed and ruthlessly exposed Meng Zhujun: "It was your fault from beginning to end. Why should I apologize?"

Seeing that Chen Shuning had no intention of making a big fuss, Mi Qiaolan dared to come over and said, "Zhu Jun, calm down. That's just her temper. Don't bother with her."

Jiang Heping closed the book and looked at Mi Qiaolan quietly. This person was really shameless. It was her idea to change the bed. Meng Zhujun was humiliated, and she showed up to play the good guy again.

"Mi Qiaolan, you can please Meng Zhujun, but you can't use me as a raft."

Chen Shuning disliked Mi Qiaolan. She would push Jiang Heping when he came up to her, even though he was dressed plainly. She would fawn over Meng Zhujun when she was dressed fashionably. She flattered the powerful and bullied the weak; Chen Shuning didn't dare associate with such a person.

"This is the first time the six of us have met, and everyone has different personalities and temperaments. To avoid a repeat of today's incident, it's better to be upfront and clear."

"My name is Chen Shuning, and I'm from Anding County, Chun'an City, Hedong Province. I can't stand being bullied, and I can't stand injustice. I hope everyone remembers this and doesn't treat me like a pushover."

Jiang Heping sat on the edge of the bed and took the initiative to speak: "My name is Jiang Heping, and I'm from Shanghai. I like reading and don't like others to damage my books."

Although he felt that Chen Shuning was being aggressive, her proposal could save him a lot of trouble. Xiang Yuanfang thought for a moment and said, "My name is Xiang Yuanfang, and I'm from Shizhuang City, Hedong Province.

I'm used to going to bed early and getting up early, so please don't talk after lights out. I'll be gentle when I get up so as not to wake you up."

Liu Zhongyu moved over cautiously and said softly, "My name is Liu Zhongyu, and I'm from the countryside. I don't have any taboos..."

"Comrade Liu Zhongyu, please speak louder. Don't be afraid." Chen Shuning saw that she was very nervous and teased her, "Don't worry, I don't eat people."

"Haha..." Jiang Heping covered his mouth and laughed secretly. Seeing Liu Zhongyu lowering his head and rubbing the corner of his clothes, he hurriedly explained: "Comrade Liu Zhongyu, I didn't laugh at you, please don't misunderstand."

Liu Zhongyu felt uneasy, looked up at Chen Shuning, and then lowered his head again.

Only Mi Qiaolan and Meng Zhujun remained silent, and all eyes were focused on them.

Mi Qiaolan weighed the pros and cons. She wanted to curry favor with Meng Zhujun, but she couldn't offend others for her. So she said, "My name is Mi Qiaolan, and I'm from Beijing.

I like cleanliness, so please don't eat anything with a bad smell in the dormitory. Um... pay attention to personal hygiene and don't leave smelly socks around."

Mi Qiaolan's gaze fell on Liu Zhongyu. Seeing the large patch on her skirt, she rolled her eyes. This poor wretch, his clothes were even more tattered than Jiang Heping's.

Mi Qiaolan pulled Meng Zhujun to sit across from Chen Shuning and urged, "Zhujun, it's your turn to speak!"