Chapter 407: Who is 188 (Second update)

Chapter 407: Who is 188 (Second update)

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The latest update on the campus forum is that Zhu Xiangxiang firmly planted herself in the Zhu’s household, while Ming Jing actually ended up leaving the Zhus.

The whole school was puzzled, why did it turn out like this?

Could it be that Zhu Xiangxiang refused to tolerate Ming Jing? Did she kick Ming Jing out of the house?

With this thought, anger surged within them toward Zhu Xiangxiang.

Zhu Xiangxiang’s days at school had become hell. Ming Jing had too many supporters. If it weren’t for the lingering intimidation of Zhu Shaodan, they would probably hurl feces and rotten eggs at her. The experience of being ostracized was truly unbearable.

On top of that, Tao Xingxing often made things difficult for her, using her role as class monitor. As managing secretary of the student club, Zhu Xiangxiang sought not to merit but to avoid making mistakes. However, when she lost the club fees, she was harshly scolded by the head teacher, Huang Liang, and stripped of her position. Zhu Xiangxiang really disgraced herself.

It’s only then that she realised the ulterior motive behind Tao Xingxing recommending her for the secretary position.

Simply detestable!

Zhu Xiangxiang had to constantly tread carefully at school, and when she returned home, she would face the eccentric Lin Qing and the expressively displeased Granny Zhu. Zhu Xiangxiang was on the brink of depression.

Indeed, after Ming Jing left, Lin Qing changed her attitude towards her.

Regardless of how obedient and considerate Zhu Xiangxiang was, Lin Qing was forever indifferent, spending every day reminiscing in the room Ming Jing used to occupy.

Zhu Xiangxiang was speechless; Lin Qing’s mind was simply sick.

Zhu Xiangxiang thought of a famous love theory: what you can’t get is always the best. This theory was applicable here too.

In this round, Zhu Xiangxiang had taken the time to understand and admit she had lost, and lost miserably.

Zhu Ming Jing used the tactic of retreating to advance, completely defeating her.

A person who decisively leaves is always more memorable than one who clings on relentlessly.

She had lost this round, but the next one was the real match.

After school, Zhu Xiangxiang stepped out of the classroom and was abruptly bumped into, nearly falling to the ground.

Tao Xingxing ran past her without even a glance, happily rushing into Ming Jing’s arms. ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels

“I heard you moved. Invite me to tour around your new house, can I just hang out and eat and drink for free from now on?”

Ming Jing smiled and nodded.

No one dared to help Zhu Xiangxiang, those passing her automatically kept their distance.

Her enemies were not just Ming Jing and Tao Xingxing, but also Zhao Qin and Li Jiaojiao from the senior year. Previously, she had her followers to back her up, but now they had all transferred their affections. Li Jiaojiao warned everyone who dared to associate with Zhu Xiangxiang.

Zhu Xiangxiang clenched her teeth and bowed her head to leave.

Arriving at the school gate, she saw Ming Jing and Tao Xingxing get into a black Santana. When Ming Jing left the Zhu’s, she returned everything she had received from the Zhus including the BMW car.

But Wu Jiaqi had a sensitive feeling that this matter wasn’t as simple as it seemed on the surface. This Miss Zhu was quite mysterious.

She had been thinking these past few days, maybe she was wrong from the beginning. The assassins on Xingxing’s birthday night appeared strangely and Ming Jing’s reaction and skills were unexpected and illogical.

The assassin wasn’t targeting Xingxing, but Ming Jing.

The “Ji Chang” she saw at the convenience store that day seemed a little too deliberate, everything seemed to have been purposely arranged.

She suddenly remembered that day when Ming Jing came to her house and naturally mentioned that old acquaintance while making dumplings...

Wu Jiaqi suddenly hit the brakes, making a shrill noise.

Due to inertia, Tao Xingxing lunged forward and knocked her head on the back of the seat.

“Mom, did we rear-end someone?” Tao Xingxing was more concerned about Wu Jiaqi’s safety.

Wu Jiaqi stared blankly at the stream of cars in front of her, ignoring the honking from the cars behind her, she seemed to be in a state of shock.

“Young man, come in.” Han Suwen invited him in with a smile.

The youth, looking a little hesitant, tugged at the corner of his clothes before Han Suwen pulled him in.

The open-air balcony was filled with flowers planted by Han Suwen. She enjoyed arranging flowers. The colorful flowers swayed in the wind, exceptionally bright.

In the center of the flower arrangement was a set of celadon tea set. A simply-dressed young girl kneeled on a meditation cushion, holding a scripture in one hand while lifting the celadon cup to sip lightly with the other.

The dusk bathed her in golden light, making her appear holy and transcendent.

Han Suwen lead him onto the balcony, closed the door, and left to prepare dinner in the kitchen.

“Sit.” Ming Jing put down her sutra and pointed to the seat across her.

The youth looked at her, then kneeled on the meditation cushion.

A celadon teacup was placed in front of him. Her slender, fair hand held the teapot and poured the brown tea into the cup. The aroma of the tea lingered, accompanied by pallid clouds, evening breeze and an unexpected mood.

“What’s your name?” The girl’s cold yet gentle voice softly echoed in the youth’s ear, like the most enchanting melody providing an ultimate enjoyment.

“Eighteen.” The youth said coldly.

“How old are you this year?”

The youth shook his head, “I don’t know.”

There was no concept of time in the mountains, he didn’t know his age, even if he did remember, it wouldn’t be accurate.

“Yiliang Mountain, Yunzhou.”

The teenager looked up in shock. The girl before him repeatedly shattered his assumptions.

How did she know about that hidden base?

“You have a tattoo of a hawk’s head on your left shoulder, it’s a symbol of the WT.”

Eighteen subconsciously touched his left shoulder, he asked in a low voice, “Who are you exactly?”