Mingzhuo thought her tone of voice was quite gentle, so why did the other person look like she was about to cry?
The students who had just been greeting her warmly all lowered their heads.
Mingzhuo felt that his classmates had a deep misunderstanding of him.
She really doesn't hit people!
...At least they won't hit people randomly for no reason! This point must be emphasized!
"Boss, are you here for class?" Li Wenhe was the first to come to his senses when he saw Mingzhuo's schoolbag on the desk.
“Yes.” Mingzhuo sat down, glanced at the books on the desk next to him, and took out his math book.
She is very interested in anything she hasn't actually experienced.
Pei Di and Li Wenhe's seats were next to hers, and there was an empty seat next to them.
Mingzhuo thought for a moment and asked in a low voice, "When did I become a school bully? How come I didn't know?"
Pei Di slammed his hand on the table and stood up: "Who's gossiping in front of you?"
Looking at the figures around her whose heads were almost touching the desks, Mingzhuo was so worried that her hair was about to fall out. How was she going to explain to everyone that she was actually very gentle?
"Shut up and sit down!" Mingzhuo snapped in a low voice.
This guy is tall and muscular; he'll scare his classmates.
“Okay.” Pei Di sat down obediently.
Xie Xiao, who was secretly peeking, was speechless.
Ah, I feel even more like crying now.
The school bell rang, and the math teacher strode up to the podium with lightning speed.
She looked at the red-haired and yellow-haired boys who had finally decided to come to class today and said coldly, "Some people don't study properly and just know how to waste their time! If they weren't smart, that would be one thing, but they're clearly of normal intelligence, so this is a matter of attitude!"
Here it comes again! This teacher is great in every way, except that he's just too disappointed in his students.
The whole class lowered their heads, not daring to meet the other person's sharp gaze.
"If you can't endure the hardships of studying now, you'll suffer the hardships of society later. Don't regret it then!"
Mingzhuo listened attentively, his clear black and white eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge.
When their eyes met, Li Huili's anger subsided considerably. "Why are you sitting here, classmate?"
"This is my spot."
"..."
Li Huili asked incredulously, "You're Cheng Zhuo?"
"Teacher, I've changed my name. I'm now called Ruan Mingzhuo," Mingzhuo politely reminded her.
Looking at the quiet and well-behaved girl, Li Huili was surprised but also felt very gratified.
The little girl has found her family, and it seems she has realized her mistakes and is now determined to study hard and improve herself every day.
Their teacher should use an inclusive heart to actively accept her!
"Just focus on your studies. It's okay if your foundation is weak. If you don't understand something, you can raise your hand to ask questions. Don't be afraid." Li Huili's voice was much gentler.
Throughout the afternoon, Mingzhuo listened with great enthusiasm and attentiveness, his face filled with a thirst for knowledge.
The teachers who came to give lectures all spoke with great passion, feeling that this was the greatest affirmation of their teaching careers!
This excitement inevitably leads to the class running overtime.
When school ended, their class was more than twenty minutes later than other classes.
Mingzhu stretched and said, "Let's go to the rooftop."
Pei Di: "Huh, what are we going to the rooftop for?"
Li Wenhe took out a sealed document and asked, "Boss, are you going to hold a funeral ceremony?"
He went out to get the document midway through his journey. Someone called him and said there was a document from Lei City that needed to be delivered to him.
Upon seeing the name "Jiang Furong" on the cover, he guessed it was related to last night's live broadcast.
Mingzhuo nodded: "Yes, let's finish this quickly."
The three of them went to the rooftop of the teaching building. As dusk was falling, Mingzhuo took out his schoolbag, took out the contents, and simply set up a makeshift execution area.
The token of love that Jiang Furong sent was a jade bracelet with excellent clarity; it was already showing signs of hardness and was worth at least six or seven million.
Li Wenhe placed the bracelet and his hair in the middle, and when he turned his head, he saw Mingzhuo holding a book called "Complete Collection of Talismans" and flipping through it very quickly.
Yellow paper and cinnabar used for drawing talismans were also placed on the ground.
"Boss, what's wrong?" Is he having some trouble?
But during the live broadcast, didn't she speak so casually and confidently?
Mingzhu flipped through several books in succession, "I want to see if there's a way to eliminate the backlash..."
"Backlash?" Pei Di asked nervously. "Are you alright?"
"What are you thinking about?" Mingzhuo snapped the book shut. "I won't be affected by the backlash. I'm worried that Shejiang Caifurong will be affected by the backlash."
Otherwise, why would she make such a fuss and perform some kind of shamanistic ritual here?
Mingzhuo began to draw talismans, her movements casual and natural, squatting on the ground without any regard for appearances.
Li Wenhe had seen his uncle draw talismans before. Those talismans required burning incense, sitting upright, and having to clear one's mind of distractions and silently recite incantations in order to create a talisman.
He had never met anyone as casual as Ming Zhuo before.
This doesn't seem reliable at all! If it weren't for his memory of being possessed by a ghost that night, he would have even doubted whether Mingzhuo was a fraud.
However, the next second, his pupils contracted.
As Mingzhuo finished the last stroke, a ray of inspiration flowed along the brushstrokes, flashed faintly, and then disappeared into the yellow paper.
Li Wenhe came to his senses. His uncle never seemed to have any flashes of inspiration when drawing talismans.
After Mingzhuo finished drawing the talisman, she began to perform a shamanic ritual out of desperation. She was not wearing a Taoist robe, but was holding a peach wood sword, and her movements carried a strange and ancient rhythm.
The invisible sword energy of the peach wood sword struck the jade bracelet, causing it to make a soft cracking sound.
She then threw out the talisman, which spontaneously combusted without wind, the flames engulfing the strand of hair and the bracelet.
Li Wenhe thought to himself what a pity; a jade bracelet worth six or seven million yuan was gone just like that.
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