Chapter 89 Look, isn’t that Mr. Chu?

Jiang Zhiyue's hands jumped quickly on the piano keys, and they couldn't help but speed up. The soft music before couldn't help but change.

She couldn't help but look up at Xiao Jingrun.

Xiao Jingrun put down the translation manuscript in his hand, his eyes still looking at her in a daze, as if he was looking through her at another person, "Liansheng and I were originally very good friends, but because of the grievances between the elders of our two families, many misunderstandings arose."

"My mother was as good as you when she was young. When she was a student, she could attract the most powerful heirs to fight for her. She was a national champion in fencing and a pianist. She ranked among the top students and majored in law and art."

"Everyone thought she was either shining in the art hall or excelling in the court as an elite judge, but unfortunately, she is neither."

"Does Jiang Zhiyue want to be such a person?"

Jiang Zhiyue had finished playing a song. She folded her hands on her legs, sitting in a dignified and proper posture. Her little face, which raised its head to look at the man, looked as pure and bright as a piece of white paper under the sunlight.

She shook her head. Xiao Jingrun did not comment, but the smile on his lips was meaningful. "Then classmate Jiang Zhiyue, you still need to work hard. Keep working hard. I also want to see how far you can go."

Can he break through the shackles of fate and cross this insurmountable class?

That's why he paid attention to her.

...

Before the morning class started, someone in the chat room had already secretly taken a photo of the man's car parked downstairs, and footsteps could be heard in the corridor.

Jiang Zhiyue stayed in the piano room for about ten minutes, but it felt like several hours. If a game had started in this aristocratic college, everyone would be a participant and Xiao Jingrun would be a spectator.

What he was observing was not the fate of people of the same class as him, but the fate of Jiang Zhiyue. Among the special students recruited by Wharton College every year, who can persist and really change their destiny here?

No one dropped out of school because of bullying, no one jumped off a building because of bullying. Over the years, who has been able to leave here safely? To get that diploma and prove their worth?

“Ahhhhh! Look, the president is here at the public school! The president is here at the public school!”

Suddenly, there were screams of girls outside the door. They were wearing the same uniform and golden nameplates. The sunlight shone on the corridor outside the window, casting a brilliant color.

People were moving around.

There is no doubt about Xiao Jingrun's popularity. He was born with a very friendly face, and his gold-rimmed glasses covered the pair of sharp and cold eyes hidden behind the lenses. Jiang Zhiyue had her back to the girls, and the man was facing the corridor.

Without Xiao Jingrun's permission, no one dared to step into the piano room, but they all stared at the girl's back and speculated wildly, which lucky person would be able to get close to the president?

Xiao Jingrun stood behind her, blocking those hostile gazes.

He turned the page and motioned Jiang Zhiyue to play another song.

"Your translation is good. I will transfer the money to your bank card tomorrow," he said.

"Thank you, President." Jiang Zhiyue played another song as he wished. Her skillful playing style, focused expression and temperament did not look like something that a caregiver could teach, no matter from which angle you looked at it.

Xiao Jingrun gently rubbed the girl's head, with a deep look in his eyes.

...

When the bell for the second class rang, Jiang Zhiyue left the piano room and logged into the public school forum. She was relieved to make sure that no one had discovered that she and Xiao Jingrun were in the same room.

That feeling of having a thorn in the back was really uncomfortable, and it happened that these two experiences were brought to her by Xiao Jingrun.

Back in the classroom, everyone was talking about Xiao Jingrun's coming to the public school, and some people compared the piano music she played with Bai Yanzhu.

But no one would associate it with her. After all, their stereotype of special admissions students is that they are poor nerds. Art requires money to cultivate, and it is obvious that Jiang Zhiyue does not have this condition.

"It's a rare opportunity for the president to come to the public school. What kind of girl would dare to secretly date the president without telling the entire public school? It's simply unforgivable!"

Jiang Zhiyue had just opened her backpack when she suddenly heard Cui Miaomiao say something. A hint of absurdity flashed in her eyes. She had never realized that Cui Miaomiao was actually a die-hard fan of Xiao Jingrun.

"I heard from people who were there that the girl plays the piano better than Yeon-joo! How is that possible? If there is such a talented student in the music department, we can't possibly not know about it."

Jiang Zhiyue listened to the chatter in the classroom, suddenly pulled Cui Miaomiao's clothes, and couldn't help asking, "President...what kind of person is he usually?"

Cui Miaomiao seemed to have found a soulmate. She excitedly grabbed her hand and said, "Zhiyue, I thought you were not interested in the president. You should have asked me earlier. The president obviously chose you as his dance partner, so don't pretend that you are not interested in him."

Jiang Zhiyue knew that Cui Miaomiao had no ill intentions, but she just remembered what Xiao Jingrun said in the piano room. From a certain perspective, Xiao Jingrun admired people who pursued freedom. He expressed his willingness to give her a chance to be free, but there would be many obstacles in the process. He wanted to see how far she could go.

From another perspective, she seemed like an experiment in his eyes.

The aristocracy has always had a hobby - they are keen on watching those humble little people like roadside weeds, how they try their best, struggle desperately, but end up with a tragic ending of nothing, or how they achieve a turnaround to change their fate, but are finally destroyed at the moment they see hope.

"I heard that the president came to school, so I asked out of curiosity." Jiang Zhiyue said casually, writing something on a piece of paper with a pen.

Cui Miaomiao pulled her up and said, "Don't do your homework. This is physical education class. We won't have fencing class today. We will have tennis class instead. Let's go to the gym first."

Jiang Zhiyue looked around the classroom and didn't see Gu Zhaoye. She also heard her classmates talking about Chu Junche who had also come to the public school, and Chu Junyue was with him.

The gymnasium is divided into outdoor and indoor areas. The tennis court is in the outdoor area of Building A of the gymnasium. In clear weather, the court is covered with green grass, and the sun shines through the leaves onto the red soil. It is surrounded by white fences and divided into twenty-four courts.

Jiang Zhiyue changed into her sportswear and came out. Cui Miaomiao told her, "The president is the most perfect person in the world. When you get along with Master Gu, you will know how bad his temper is. But the president never loses his temper and respects everyone."

"In fact, I like Master Chu quite a lot. Like the president, Master Chu never bullies anyone. Although he is arrogant, I have never seen him lose his temper. Look, isn't that Master Chu? We are so lucky, he is also on the court!"

Jiang Zhiyue looked towards the green grass court not far away. A man changed into a dark sportswear. As the sound of the racket breaking through the air rang out, he was playing tennis with great abandon.