Chapter 28 Take Direct Action

Simple?

If it were simple, how could Ying Zijin have stayed in the elite class for a whole semester?

She should have been kicked out back in the first monthly exam.

But since Zhong Zhiwan said that, there must be a way.

Ying Feifei's eyes lit up: "Zhiwan, what do you think we should do to get there?"

Her best friend was ranked fiftieth in the grade, and she had wanted to kick Ying Zijing out for a long time.

"Don't you know what kind of person she is?" Zhong Zhiwan said calmly. "If you bully her a few more times, she'll break down on her own. How can she stay in the elite class then?"

"Bullying?" Ying Feifei was taken aback and hesitated. "What if she tells on me?"

Even if she's just an adopted daughter, Ying Zijing is still a winner.

The four most powerful families in Shanghai are not comparable to ordinary families.

Zhong Zhiwan smiled knowingly, "Auntie definitely won't interfere, as for Teacher Ying..."

She heard during her winter break that Ying Zijing had seduced Jiang Moyuan, so how could she possibly have the face to ask Ying Luwei for help?

Ying Feifei was relieved and in a great mood: "There are plenty of people in the class who want her to leave, Zhiwan. I'll find a few classmates in a bit and we'll make a plan."

Zhong Zhiwan didn't say anything. She took out her English notes from her bag and continued studying.

Lu Fang, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, finally couldn't hold back any longer and leaned over: "You want to kick that country bumpkin out?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Ying Feifei glanced at him. "Don't you think she's in the way?"

Which year's average score in the college entrance examination for gifted students was not above 698?

How many points did Ying Zijing drag down their class's score by herself?

"How could that be!" Lu Fang felt aggrieved as he recalled what happened at the pharmacy that day. "She got my sister locked up by my dad."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Zhiwan looked up: "Your sister?"

Lu Zhi was in her early twenties, so her medical skills naturally couldn't compare to those of veteran Chinese medicine practitioners who had been practicing for decades.

But after all, she graduated from the Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine and has a wide network of connections.

It is said that Lu Zhi's mentor has some connection with the Meng family in the capital.

Ying Feifei asked suspiciously, "What does your sister's confinement have to do with her?"

Zhong Zhiwan also listened intently.

Lu Fang briefly recounted the story, then sneered, "I don't know what kind of luck that country bumpkin had to catch Fu Yunshen's eye."

Zhong Zhiwan frowned: "Seventh Young Master has returned from O Continent?"

"I think he wasted his time studying in O continent," Lu Fang scoffed. "He's still a useless playboy. When Old Master Fu dies, he'll be crying for his parents."

Zhong Zhiwan said coldly, "Lu Fang, how dare you say such a thing?"

"Zhiwan, I was just saying, just saying." Lu Fang raised both hands. "It wasn't intentional."

There was also a young lady from the Fu family in the elite class, but thankfully she wasn't overheard.

Otherwise, he would be in big trouble.

Zhong Zhiwan said coldly, "Lu Fang, we're not that close, so please don't call me that."

Lu Fang was extremely embarrassed, but he wasn't angry.

Zhong Zhiwan is one of Qingzhi's recognized goddesses, and he has liked her for a long time, but he has never found an opportunity to get close to her.

Here it comes.

He was determined to kick that country bumpkin out of the elite class.

**

Ying Zijing arrived at school at 7:10.

Although she rejected Fu Yunshen, he called her at 6:30 sharp to wake her up.

Student union members and the director of moral education were stationed at the school gate to catch students who were not dressed appropriately or were late.

Qingzhi stipulates that students must not only wear school uniforms, but also school badges.

Ying Zijing looked at her blue and white school uniform and thought it was ugly in a unique way.

With her hands in her pockets and her backpack slung over her right shoulder, she walked slowly into the campus.

Each grade has its own separate building, with the second year of high school located right in the middle.

There were many students on the road, all walking in a hurry.

Just then, someone else came in through the school gate.

He was a young man.

White shirt, blue bow tie, black suit trousers.

He has mixed heritage, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high-bridged nose, exuding a strong aura of asceticism.

The female student on duty quickly lowered her head and whispered, "Teacher He."

The young man heard this, turned his head slightly and nodded in acknowledgment: "Thank you for your hard work."

The girl on duty blushed instantly and stammered, "Thank you, Teacher He."

The students in front looked back, while those behind quickened their pace and whispered among themselves.

"Teacher He is so handsome, I wonder if he has a girlfriend."

"Forget about it. Professor He is a PhD who returned from overseas. He is very knowledgeable. We can only look up to him."

"Qingzhi is really amazing to have managed to hire Professor He. It's a pity I'm not in the international class, otherwise I could have listened to Professor He's lectures..."

Ying Zijin had no interest in listening or watching. When she reached the third floor, she paused and her phoenix eyes narrowed suddenly.

A moment later, she lowered her gaze and continued walking forward without any expression.

The classroom door was half-open, with only a crack visible.

Ying Zijing's expression was cold and aloof. She raised her foot and kicked the door open.

With a loud "bang," the violence was laced with a ruthless edge.

"Splash—"

It was the sound of water pouring down.

"Holy shit!"

Hiding behind the door, Lu Fang couldn't dodge in time and got soaked to the bone.

The basin of water fell and hit him on the head, making him see stars. He fell to the ground, stunned by the pain.

The commotion immediately drew the attention of everyone in the class, their gazes filled with surprise and disdain.

"Zhiwan, Lu Fang is so careless!" Ying Feifei sneered. "With his IQ, he still wants to pursue you? A toad trying to eat swan meat."

Zhong Zhiwan didn't answer, but looked towards the door.

The girl walked in at that moment, her legs long and straight.

Even in a regular school uniform, her stunning beauty was undeniable.

Like cherry blossoms on branches, or snow on a mountain peak.

A cold and aggressive beauty, yet with an extremely strong allure, easily capturing everyone's attention.

"..."

Instantly, the entire classroom fell silent.

They stared blankly as the girl walked to the most inconspicuous corner, calmly took out a tissue, and slowly wiped herself.

Only after she sat down did people gradually look away, their expressions dazed.

Whispers filled the classroom.

"Holy crap, is that country bumpkin?"

"Is this for real? Did she go for plastic surgery during winter break?"

"Can plastic surgery change your temperament too? To be honest, with her aura, neither Goddess Zhong nor Goddess Ying can compare."

The Goddess Ying naturally refers to the eldest daughter of the Ying family.

Two of the three goddesses of Qingzhi are from the elite class in the second year of high school.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ying Feifei laughed in anger upon hearing this. "An adopted daughter, how can you compare her to Zhiwan?"

Zhong Zhiwan is the rightful eldest daughter of the Zhong family, one of the four most powerful families in China. What is Ying Zijin?

How can these two be compared?

Before Zhong Zhiwan could say anything, a voice rang out.

"No way, no way, am I the only one who thinks that compared to her, Goddess Ying should be the real deal?"

(End of this chapter)