How can you be so ignorant?

Zhong Manhua was so angry that her heart and lungs hurt. She squeezed out a voice from between her teeth: "If you don't want to go to school, then drop out. Leave the Elite Class. Where else can you go?"

Ying Zijin didn't even look at him and didn't bother to pay attention.

She peeled a shrimp slowly and leisurely, and the words "None of your business" were clearly written between her lazy eyebrows.

Zhong Manhua was provoked and was about to lose her temper, but Old Master Zhong was furious again: "Zhong Manhua, can you speak properly? What have you been taught over the years? If you can't speak, get out!"

If it's like this in front of him, what's going on in private?

Zhong Manhua was so angry that she couldn't hold her breath, but she couldn't say anything in front of Mr. Zhong.

She simply gave up eating, put on her shawl with a cold face, picked up her coat and walked out without looking back.

"Look at her..." Old Master Zhong was so angry that his blood pressure rose and he started coughing again.

Ying Zijin raised her hand and patted him on the back, then handed him the cup: "Grandpa, drink some water."

"Hey." Mr. Zhong immediately stopped being angry and took it with a smile.

After drinking it, Mr. Zhong immediately felt his blood circulation improve and he felt much better.

He didn't think too deeply about it and just thought his granddaughter was really nice.

"Calm down, old man." Mrs. Zhong tried to smooth things over. "Manhua has to run the company and take care of the children. You don't know her. She has always been strong since she was a child. She just spoke a little harshly."

Mr. Zhong didn't appreciate it: "That depends on the person. I can't bear to say a harsh word to Zijin, but she is talking in rapid succession. I've never seen her say so much about anything else."

“…”

Mrs. Zhong finally understood Zhong Manhua's feelings.

Mr. Zhong is so good to an adopted daughter. Does he want outsiders to step on the blood relationship?

Mrs. Zhong lost her appetite after the meal, so she finished it in a hurry and found an excuse to go upstairs.

——

After dinner, Mr. Zhong called Ying Zijin to the study.

"Xianxian, I heard about what happened in school today. If you are wronged in the future, just call me. Although I am your grandfather and have retired, I am still in good health."

"I know, thank you, Grandpa." Ying Zijin pinched his shoulders, "But you should stop calling me like that, just call me by my name."

Mr. Zhong was stunned.

Before I asked, I heard the girl say calmly, "I don't really like names that have been used by others."

Kankan was the nickname the Ying family gave her before she was born, but it has now been replaced.

Mr. Zhong suddenly felt mixed emotions.

After a long while, he sighed and said, "Grandpa didn't take good care of you."

If he had known this would happen, he should have taken the child to the Zhong family to take care of him personally.

However, he had been traveling outside for the past decade or so, and only returned to Shanghai a while ago when he learned that his granddaughter was missing.

Mr. Zhong felt sad when he thought about how much suffering his real granddaughter had endured outside.

"Your mother is just that kind of person. Just ignore her and let her get angry alone." Mr. Zhong thought for a moment and took out a card from the drawer. "Grandpa doesn't know what you young people like. I'm afraid you won't like it if I buy it for you. Take this card and buy it according to your preference."

Ying Zijin had no intention of using it, but in order not to offend the old man, he took it: "Have you had trouble sleeping recently?"

"When you get old, this is what happens." Mr. Zhong pressed his solar plexus and sighed, "You have to admit that you are old."

Ying Zijin nodded, and understood what was going on.

She has been free recently, so she went back to make some more medicine.

However, Mr. Zhong is in good health among his peers. If he takes good care of himself, he can easily live to be 100 years old.

"Stay here today? You haven't been home for a long time." Mr. Zhong coughed a few times and pretended not to care. "I'll ask the driver to take you to school tomorrow."

Ying Zijin looked at Mr. Zhong who was so excited that he wanted to rub his hands: "..."

She was a little helpless: "Okay."

Even if Mr. Zhong didn't say it, she would stay.

"Okay, okay, tell grandpa if you need anything." Old Master Zhong nodded repeatedly, "I'll take you to the Fu family to thank that kid later."

Although, he didn't like this guy very much.

He is such a dandy boy, don't tell me you are here to steal his cabbage.

Mr. Zhong sent the girl out worriedly, then sat in the study for a while and slowly dialed a number: "Hello, Mr. Fu, why do you care why I called you so late? I just want to tell you..."

——

In less than a day, the news of what Ying Feifei had done spread throughout the entire second year of high school, but most people had no interest in paying attention.

Because of Mr. Zhong's preference, Zhong Zhiwan didn't sleep well that night. He was absent-minded during the morning reading, and his eyes kept glancing at the empty seat in the corner.

Several students were whispering.

"I heard that he went to the principal's office as soon as he arrived in the morning. I don't know why."

"I guess he has to get out of the elite class. Finally, our class has one less parasite holding us back."

After listening to this, Zhong Zhiwan finally felt a little better.

She put down the book, left the classroom, and prepared to go to the Academic Affairs Building.

Zhong Zhiwan didn't know that at this moment, in addition to the principal, there were several teachers in the principal's office.

"You all know what happened yesterday." The principal thought for a moment and said, "I have discussed with Ying's parents and plan to change her class."

Teacher Xu was stunned: "Principal?"

The principal just said vaguely: "The gifted class is not suitable."

He also has a toothache.

How many people in Shanghai are trying their best to get into the elite class, but in the end no one wants to stay.

Teacher Xu understood: "It's better to change to another class. You can keep up with the learning progress and the pressure won't be too great."

"That's what I meant." The principal nodded, "So I thought about letting Ying go to the international class."

He really didn't dare to put Mr. Zhong's granddaughter in a regular class. No one could stop the old man when he went crazy.

Although the international class is taught entirely in English, the teaching difficulty is lower than that of the elite class and it focuses more on practice.

The students in the international class are all children of wealthy families in Shanghai and are talented people who will study abroad in the future.

He heard from Teacher Deng that the child was very good at English, especially spoken English.

Hearing this, He Xun finally understood why the principal called him over.

He raised his head expressionlessly, his eyes beneath the gold-rimmed glasses filled with cold indifference: "If she transfers, fine, I'll resign."

The principal was surprised: "Teacher He, you..."

He Xun graduated from Norton University, the world's number one university. He is only 25 years old this year, but he has already obtained his professor's certificate.

He teaches all the courses in the second-year international class.

Qingzhi Middle School took great pains to hire He Xun to teach the international class, so that there would be students from Qingzhi who could be admitted to Norton University.

A professor who graduated from Norton University and a student who is not good at anything, how to choose?