The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Directly get to work

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Simple?

If it were simple, would Ying Zijin have stayed in the Elite Class for a whole semester?

She should have been kicked out after the first monthly test.

But since Zhong Zhiwan said so, she must have a way.

Ying Feifei’s eyes lit up, “Zhiwan, how do you suggest we do it?”

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The fiftieth in our grade is her little sister, and she has wanted to drive Ying Zijin out for a long time.

“Don’t you know what kind of person she is?” Zhong Zhiwan said indifferently, “Bully her a few more times, and she will collapse on her own. Will she still be able to stay in the Elite Class?”

“Bully?” Ying Feifei was startled, hesitating, “What if she goes and complains?”

Even if she’s just a foster daughter, Ying Zijin is from the Ying Family.

The Four major noble families in Shanghai City are not something an ordinary family can compare with.

Zhong Zhiwan smiled with a hidden meaning, “Auntie certainly won’t care. As for Teacher Ying…”

She had heard during the winter holiday that Ying Zijin seduced Jiang Moyuan. Where would she have the face to ask Ying Luwei for help?

Ying Feifei felt relieved and was in a great mood, “There are plenty of people in class who want her gone. Zhiwan, I’ll find a few classmates later to plan out.”

Zhong Zhiwan did not speak; she took out her English notes from her backpack and continued studying.

Lu Fang, who had been eavesdropping for a while, finally couldn’t help himself and leaned in, “Are you trying to drive that country bumpkin out?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” Ying Feifei gave him a glance, “Don’t you think she’s in the way?”

Isn’t the average college entrance exam score for the Elite Class above 698 every year?

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How many points did Ying Zijin drag their class down with her presence alone?

“Impossible!” Lu Fang thought back to the incident at the pharmacy that day and felt aggrieved, “She caused my sister to be grounded by my dad.”

Upon hearing this, Zhong Zhiwan looked up, “Your sister?”

Lu Zhi, in her early twenties, certainly couldn’t compare her medical skills to those of old doctors with decades of practice.

But after all, she graduated from the Imperial Capital University of Chinese Medicine and has a wide network.

It was said that Lu Zhi’s mentor had some connection to the Meng Family in the capital.

Ying Feifei looked at him doubtfully, “Your sister being grounded has something to do with her?”

Zhong Zhiwan also listened intently.

Lu Fang summarized briefly with a sneer, “I don’t know what kind of dumb luck that country bumpkin had to catch the eye of Fu Yunshen.”

Zhong Zhiwan furrowed her brows, “The Seventh Young Master has returned from O State?”

“To think he went to O State for advanced studies,” Lu Fang scoffed, “He’s still a useless playboy. When Old Master Fu dies, he’ll be crying for his daddy.”

Zhong Zhiwan said coldly, “Lu Fang, you dare to say such things?”

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“Zhiwan, I was just saying, just talking,” Lu Fang raised both hands, “Didn’t mean it.”

There were also sons and daughters of the Fu Family in the Elite Class. Luckily, they didn’t hear it.

Otherwise, his troubles would be big.

Zhong Zhiwan was very cold, “Classmate Lu Fang, we’re not that close. Please don’t call me that.”

Lu Fang was embarrassed but not angry.

Zhong Zhiwan was known as one of the goddesses of Verdant, and he had admired her for a long time but never found the chance to get close.

Now the opportunity had come.

He must drive that country bumpkin out of the Elite Class.

**

When Ying Zijin arrived at school, it was 7:10 a.m.

Although she had rejected Fu Yunshen, he had called her on time at 6:30 a.m. to wake her up.

At the school entrance, there were members of the student council on duty, and the head of moral education, specifically there to catch students who were late or improperly dressed.

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Verdant regulations require students not only to wear uniforms but also to wear a school badge.

Ying Zijin looked down at the blue and white striped uniform she was wearing and decided it was ugliness with character.

She tucked her hands in her pockets, her backpack hanging on her right shoulder, and walked leisurely toward the campus interior.

Each grade had a separate building, and the second year of high school was right in the middle.

There were quite a few students on the road, all hurrying along.

At that time, someone else entered through the school gates.

It was a young man.

A white shirt, a blue tie, black suit pants.

His features were mixed-race, with a high and straight nose bridged by a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his aura of abstinence very distinct.

The girl on duty quickly lowered her head and whispered a shy “Teacher He”.

The young man heard her and slightly tilted his head, nodding in greeting: “Thank you for your hard work.”

The face of the girl on duty instantly turned red as she stuttered, “Th-Thank you, Teacher He.”

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Students in the front turned their heads to look, while those at the back quickened their pace, whispering to each other.

“Teacher He is so handsome, wonder if he has a girlfriend.”

“Forget about it, Teacher He is a returnee with a PhD, so knowledgeable, we can only look up to him.”

“Verdant managed to employ Teacher He, really impressive. Ah, too bad I’m not in the International Class, otherwise I could attend Teacher He’s lectures…”

Ying Zijin wasn’t interested in listening or looking; she had just reached the third floor when she paused in her steps, her phoenix eyes suddenly narrowing.

A moment later, she reined in her gaze and continued walking forward with an expressionless face.

The classroom door was ajar, revealing only a sliver of a gap.

Ying Zijin’s expression was detached; she lifted her foot and kicked the door open.

A sharp “bang,” aggressive and with a streak of ruthlessness.

“Clatter——”

It was the sound of water pouring down.

“Fuck!”

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Lu Fang, who was hiding behind the door, couldn’t dodge in time and got completely soaked.

The bucket that held the water fell and hit his head, seeing stars he collapsed to the ground, utterly stunned by the pain.

This commotion immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the class, their gazes filled with surprise and a hint of disdain.

“Zhiwan, Lu Fang is really too careless, right?” Ying Feifei sneered, “With his brain, he wants to chase after you? A toad lusting after a swan’s flesh.”

Zhong Zhiwan didn’t respond, but looked towards the doorway instead.

It was at this moment that the girl walked in, her legs long and straight.

Even in the ordinary school uniform, it was hard to conceal her stunning beauty.

Like blossoms on a tree, or snow on a mountain peak.

An aloof and aggressive beauty, yet paradoxically possessing an overwhelming aura of bewitchment that easily captured everyone’s attention.

“…”

In an instant, the entire classroom fell silent.

They watched dumbfounded as the girl walked to the most inconspicuous corner, casually taking out a tissue and wiping slowly.

It wasn’t until she sat down that people began to gradually snap out of their daze and withdraw their gaze.

Whispers rippled through the classroom.

“Holy shit, is that the same country bumpkin?”

“Fake, right? Did she get plastic surgery over the winter break?”

“Can surgery change someone’s aura? To be honest, compared to Goddess Zhong and Goddess Ying, none can match her presence.”

Goddess Ying naturally referred to the eldest daughter of the Ying Family.

With two of the three Verdant goddesses in the Elite Class of second year of high school.

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Ying Feifei could not help but laugh in irritation, “A foster daughter being compared to Zhiwan?”

Zhong Zhiwan was the legitimate eldest daughter of one of the Four Major Noble Families, the Zhong Family; what was Ying Zijin?

Could these two even be compared?

Zhong Zhiwan had yet to say anything when a voice piped up.

“No way, am I the only one who feels that upon looking at her today, compared to Goddess Ying, she’s the real deal?”