He really didn't know what to say.

He Xun has not been a teacher for long, but because he started out teaching an international class, all the students he has seen are serious about their studies.

If it weren't for Teacher Deng's business trip to Europe, he would have taught the Elite Class for more than a week.

He had never seen a student who occupied Qingzhi's most valuable learning resources but could learn so poorly, did not work hard, and only slept in class.

Although there were many problem students in Class 19, He Xun had never taught the class, so naturally, these problem students did not give him the most direct impression as Ying Zijin.

The Dean of Academic Affairs didn't notice the change in He Xun's expression, and spoke with relief: "Principal, you know what, Class 19 has been doing a lot better recently. They've all come to do morning exercises and attend lectures. I'm starting to wonder if they've all been pierced."

The principal had a lot of breakdowns during this period, but he remained calm: "You should watch less time-travel dramas and set a good example for the students. If they know this, you won't be able to continue as the Dean of Academic Affairs."

Dean of Academic Affairs: “…”

He left quickly with the note.

"Teacher He, let's go back to the issue we discussed before. We should..." The principal paused and frowned.

He knew that He Xun was very prejudiced against Ying Zijin, and he never thought that He Xun would hear about this.

Even though He Xun couldn't even get into Class 19, Ying Zijin and he were not considered teacher and student.

But the principal always felt that it was too much for him to be a teacher with such prejudice, so it was necessary to talk to him about it.

Moreover, he felt that Ying Zijin had made rapid progress recently.

Although he is still lacking in academic performance, his talent in art cannot be buried.

Does this mean that she will become a dark horse in the irregular midterm exam?

The principal pushed his glasses and said, "Teacher He, this is what happened. Student Ying's family..."

"Principal." He Xun interrupted him, a little annoyed, "Let's get on with the business."

He also has to prepare lessons for the international class, so how can he have the time to listen to the affairs of a student who is poor at studying?

Besides, it has nothing to do with him.

——

Second year of high school, gifted class.

Zhong Zhiwan held a pen in his hand but didn't move.

She stared blankly at the exercise book on the table, not knowing what she was thinking.

Zhong Zhiwan is the class monitor and also the goddess of youth. Seeing that she has been absent-minded these days, the students in the gifted class are very concerned about her.

"Zhi Wan, are you okay?" As the most loyal pursuer, Lu Fang would naturally not miss this opportunity to show his affection. "If you have anything to say, tell us and we will definitely help you solve it."

"Yes, Goddess Zhong, don't keep it in your heart, it will make you sick."

Another classmate asked, "Zhi Wan, is it because of the Feicui Zhai incident? Hey, there's nothing to worry about. You are a student now, and your most important job is to study. There are so many people in the management of Zhong Group, it's not your turn to worry about it."

There was nothing wrong with what he said, but when Zhong Zhiwan heard it, it made her feel even more uncomfortable.

If it were in the past, she would certainly know that this had nothing to do with her, and with her ability, she could not interfere in the affairs of the group.

But because of the appearance of Ying Zijin, her status in Mr. Zhong's heart plummeted.

If it was just a loss in the art festival competition, Zhong Zhiwan could still accept it.

What she couldn't accept was that Mr. Zhong could bring Ying Zijin to the company but didn't let her touch any of the company's affairs.

Why?

Zhong Zhiwan lowered his head, ignoring the concern of his classmates, and was in a state of confusion.

"Zhi Wan, don't worry." The girl next to her knew what was going on and comforted her, "No matter what, Ying Zijin is an outsider. Your grandfather was just bewildered for a while."

"Besides, it's a good thing that your grandfather doesn't let you get involved in the company. They're all busy and exhausted, so why would they throw the burden on you?"

Zhong Zhiwan pursed her lips, and her mood finally recovered a little.

"Zhi Wan, you just need to study hard and get first place." The girl added, "You may not know this, but the midterm exam is coming up soon, and Ying Zijin actually asked for a week off today."

"Her grades are already poor, and her efficiency in class is not high. I think she will have to apologize to you in public."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Zhiwan smiled faintly and said nothing.

——

That whole day and night, Ying Zijin locked himself in the room and did not go downstairs to eat.

Mr. Zhong went up there several times, but he couldn't even get in the door.

He didn't know what he was doing in there, but his granddaughter wouldn't let him see it.

Just when Mr. Zhong was worried that Ying Zijin would exhaust himself, the doorbell of the Zhong family's front door rang.

Butler Zhong came out of the kitchen and hurried to open the door.

When he opened the door, he was stunned for a moment: "Master Xiaoqi?"

"Hello, Grandpa Butler." Fu Yunshen raised his eyes lazily and greeted him, "I came in a hurry and didn't bring anything."

"No need to bring anything. We have everything at home." Butler Zhong invited him in and called out, "Master, Master Xiaoqi is here."

"Get lost." Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhong said angrily, "Tell me, are you here to steal my cake for your grandfather?"

Fu Yunshen: "..."

He really doesn't have this hobby like his grandfather.

I don’t know how Mr. Fu had the nerve to do it in the past.

Stealing snacks has left Mr. Zhong with psychological trauma.

Fu Yunshen looked at the second floor and said, "Grandpa Zhong, I'm here to see Yaoyao."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhong agreed without hesitation: "Okay, go up, the fourth room on the right on the second floor."

Looking at the man's back as he went upstairs, Mr. Zhong snorted.

His granddaughter won’t let a grandfather see her, so how could he let this brat see her?

After a while, he will come down because he can't get through the door.

Fu Yunshen really didn't know that Mr. Zhong had this idea. He walked to the door and knocked: "Yaoyao?"

There was no response from the house.

He tilted his ear slightly and heard the very gentle breathing sound inside.

Apparently asleep.

Fu Yunshen placed his hand on the door handle and used a little force.

The door lock opened with a click.

In the room, Ying Zijin was lying on the table, sleeping.

The sunlight shone in from the window, fell on her body, and cast a faint golden glow.

Next to her was a half-carved jade sculpture.

Fu Yun took a deep look at the jade carving, his eyes moving slightly.

The kid is pretty stubborn.

Fu Yunshen walked over, bent down, picked up the girl horizontally, and carried her into the bedroom next door.

Then he returned here again.

Fu Yunshen looked at the jade carving that was already half completed, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked distracted.

His long fingers reached up, picked up the carving knife from the table, and began to work.

Um.

Of course you have to pamper your own children.

I am exhausted and have to start over.

——

A few days passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day when the gambling agreement between Zhong Group and DK Group was set.

It was still the same conference room where the bet was signed. This time, it wasn't just Eugene who came, but also the CEO of DK Group.

Eugene stood up. He smiled slightly: "Five days have passed. I wonder if the Zhong Group has found the Ten Directions Realm? We can then pay the remaining deposit."

Hearing this, the shareholders all looked unhappy.

Let alone finding the Ten Directions Realm, they didn't have any clue at all.

It would be better not to delay for five days.

Mr. Zhong sat in the first seat, without saying a word, his eyes solemn.

As soon as he saw them like this, Eugene understood: "It seems that the Zhong Group has betrayed our trust."

"Unfortunately, the gambling agreement has come into effect, and Feicui Zhai will be taken over by DK Group."

The bet agreement takes legal effect the moment it is signed.

Not to mention, many people on Weibo have been waiting for a few days to see who will win and who will lose between the two major groups.

Just two days ago, a netizen made such a comment.

[If the Zhong Group loses, it will be a disgrace to us Chinese people that we are not as good as foreign groups. 】

As soon as Eugene said this, the shareholders' faces changed.

The CEO of DK Group was sitting opposite Mr. Zhong, nodding and smiling, but didn't say anything.

It seems like everything is certain.

"President Zhong said before that if he loses, he will step down." At this time, a shareholder stood up and smiled, "Please ask President Zhong to sign the share transfer document later."

This shareholder is from Zhong Tianyun's faction, and they are just waiting for the day when Mr. Zhong steps down.

The middle-aged shareholder was angry: "If Uncle Zhong steps down, can you support the Zhong Group?"

"This is not something you should worry about." Another shareholder spoke up with contempt, "Director Zhong, you can't blame us for this. Who told you to hand over the life and death of Feicui Zhai and your own fate to an ignorant adopted daughter of the Ying family?"

You're really just tying yourself up in knots.

Since Mr. Zhong is old and confused, he is indeed not qualified to be in charge of the Zhong Group.

"Oh, by the way, I remember that this agreement was signed by Mr. Zhong's granddaughter?" Eugene pretended to glance at it casually, "Why, she signed the gambling agreement herself, but she didn't come?"

You are still too young, you don't know the importance of things, and you are too ambitious.

He boasted that he wanted a big order of 300 million US dollars from DK Group, but now he is so scared that no one comes.

Eugene shook his head, as if regretting: "What a pity, if she didn't--"

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open at this moment.