I can't help chortling at the greeting. A s**t calling another s**t. Hilarious! The kettle is calling a pot black. Not to mention the fact that I'm not even a pot.
I sighed while wondering whether to give a response to Nancy, but, giving it a second thought, responding to all this stupid ridicule would make me fall to their level. Goddess forbid such.
My lips curled in a faint smile, and I folded my arms while acting as if I didn't even know that I was the one their words were directed at. Let me just let them sink into their bubbles for now. I'm a newcomer; I shouldn't cause trouble on my first day of school.
Thinking like this, I calmed down and decided not to pay attention to those fools. They'll stop once they realize that they're only making a mockery of themselves.
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