Chapter 32

Editor: Henyee Translations

After learning that Ying Zijin got into the Elite Class through the backing of the Ying Family, He Xun looked down on her even more.

He really didn’t have any favorable impression of her.

As for English oral skills?

This was the most basic ability of Verdant students.

Teacher Deng was taken aback by these words, but then remembered something.

She had gone to O continent for a week of academic exchange and had asked He Xun to cover for her classes.

When she got back, she heard from students in the Elite Class and International Class that when He Xun asked the simplest questions, Ying Zijin couldn’t even answer them, it was the kind that she couldn’t understand at all.

Sometimes, she would even doze off in class.

He Xun didn’t say anything during class, but everyone could see he was angry.

Teacher Deng sighed and hesitated, “This child actually has it tough…”

When teaching students, she usually prescribed remedies specific to the problem.

Moreover, studying indeed related to talent, not everyone is good at English and math.

On this, He Xun did not offer an opinion, remaining indifferent, “But she took resources she wasn’t entitled to.”

Without Ying Zijin, that spot in the Elite Class would have belonged to the student ranked fiftieth in the grade.

After all, the Elite Class was allocated top teaching resources, which even key classes couldn’t compare with.

He Xun stopped talking; he was looking at a document covered with dense English text.

But upon closer inspection, this English was different from normal English.

It was Middle English, used between 1150 to 1500.

Compared to modern English, the grammar of Middle English was more complex

And because it absorbed many French and Latin vocabulary, it was even more difficult.

The red text on the document was He Xun’s annotations; he had looked up a lot of material but had only translated a portion.

Now, very few people understand Middle English, even natives of Y country don’t use it anymore.

Finding someone who knows Middle English is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

He Xun rubbed his temples and set the document aside, then took out the International Class textbook, and began preparing for class.

**

Perhaps because of the morning’s English class, Lu Fang and Ying Feifei were much quieter and didn’t bother Ying Zijin anymore.

On the first day of school, all the discussion was about the test papers. Ying Zijin looked at her scores for six subjects and didn’t feel much.

She knew why it was like this.

Although she hadn’t fully regained consciousness before and her memory and abilities weren’t there, her IQ was still there; it wasn’t bad enough to get such poor results.

However, because she was under the pressures of the wealthy family circle, and was occasionally called to give blood transfusions to Ying Luwei, she had no freedom like a puppet on strings.

She couldn’t even keep up physically, let alone study properly.

With poor exam results, Zhong Manhua would get even more angry, and over time, it turned into a vicious cycle.

Ying Zijin’s expression was indifferent as she packed the papers into her backpack.

No wonder her temper had become so bad; it was the oppression she had suffered since coming to the Ying Family for a year.

She wasn’t mentally twisted, considering what she had been through, that was already good.

“Zhiwan, let’s go,” Ying Feifei deliberately raised her voice before stepping out of the classroom, “Let’s go see your grandfather.”

Zhong Zhiwan’s grandfather, that is, Zhong Manhua’s father.

A foster daughter like Ying Zijin certainly had no right to see him.

But Zhong Zhiwan’s expression changed.

Ying Feifei didn’t know, but she was very clear.

Although she hadn’t seen him many times, only twice in fact, Old Master Zhong had been very kind to Ying Zijin, almost completely bypassing her.

Remembering the words from the morning that no one took seriously, Zhong Zhiwan paused for a moment, then glanced indifferently at the girl, “Let’s go.”

The Elite Class didn’t have evening self-study; after school, the students all studied on their own.

Ying Zijin glanced at the time and prepared to leave as well.

Before she could step out, she was stopped by the life committee member.

“Ying Zijin, it’s your turn for cleaning duty today. There’s not much trash since it’s the first day, so just wipe the blackboard.” He hesitated for a moment, then whispered, “This morning, I saw Lu Fang put a basin of water on top of the door. You… you should still be careful lately.”

Upon hearing this, Ying Zijin nodded slightly: “Thank you.”

“No, no need to thank me.” The life committee member quickly averted his gaze from the girl, his face flushed with redness, and he picked up his backpack and ran off swiftly.

Ying Zijin thought for a moment and decided to send a message to Fu Yunshen first.

After sending the WeChat message, she rolled up her sleeves, took a cloth from under the lectern, and went to the restroom.

In March, the sky darkened very early. By the time she went back and forth, it was completely dark outside.

Looking out from the corridor, she could see the low-hanging curtain of the sky.

Clusters of buildings were hidden in the ink-colored clouds that shifted with the wind, with streams of cars and crowds like tides overflowing the entire city.

Ying Zijin stood quietly for a while before returning to the classroom.

As soon as she entered, she stopped in her tracks.

The tall figure of a man leaned against the window, his light amber pupils reflecting the myriad lights, more dazzling than the Milky Way.

Fu Yunshen heard the footsteps, straightened up, turned around, his peach-blossom eyes curling: “Yaoyao.”

Ying Zijin frowned slightly: “Didn’t you say there was no need to wait for me?”

He surely had many affairs to attend to and didn’t need to keep taking care of her.

“It’s nothing.” Fu Yunshen put one hand in his pocket, smiling, “Brother is quite free lately, I can keep you company for cleaning duty.”

With that, he took the cloth from her hands and confidently began wiping the blackboard.

Ying Zijin fell silent for a moment. She sighed, walked to the back to pick up a broom, and began sweeping the floor.

After ten minutes, the two finished cleaning.

Fu Yunshen flicked the dust off his shirt and squinted his eyes: “Well, it’s quite clean, let’s go.”

By the time they left, it was already half-past seven.

“Let’s have dinner.” Ying Zijin took out her phone and opened the app, “Then I’ll go home for a bit.”

Home, of course, referred to Wen Fengmian’s place.

Fu Yunshen chuckled lightly: “As you wish.”

As she searched for nearby restaurants, a surprised shout rang in her ear: “Miss Ying!”

Ying Zijin turned around.

“Slash—” A black Maybach abruptly stopped in front of her, with the passenger side window rolling down.

**

Meanwhile, across the street.

Zhong Manhua had just come out of the Century Center Shopping Mall. She had just called her driver to pick her up when she looked up and saw a girl in a Verdant school uniform standing in front of a car, slightly bending over.

Next to her stood Fu Yunshen, a well-known playboy of Shanghai City.

Zhong Manhua frowned unhappily and was about to step forward to take Ying Zijin away.

“Manhua.” Madam Mu noticed and asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” Zhong Manhua immediately withdrew her gaze, eager to leave quickly.

She didn’t want Madam Mu to witness this scene and for it to be spread that her daughter, Zhong Manhua, was inappropriately pursuing the young master of the Fu Family.

However, Madam Mu had already looked over.

Zhong Manhua’s heart skipped a beat as she reached to pull her: “Madam Mu, let’s leave.”

Madam Mu didn’t move; she looked at the black Maybach and froze, somewhat taken aback.

That seemed to be…

Mu Heqing’s exclusive car.