Jiang Ranran didn't even consider whether Jiang Nian might be J.
In her opinion, how could Jiang Nian, a village girl who grew up in a poor mountain village, have ever been abroad and be a genius whose IQ crushes that of ordinary people?
The only explanation for Jiang Nian's presence here is that she has connections with the Han family.
So Jiang Ranran bit her lip and immediately spoke:
"Sister, you were expelled from your school in the countryside after getting the lowest score. Now you're using such dishonorable means to get into our top class at Yingzhong High School. Isn't that a bit too much?"
"Besides, even if you get into our elite class through connections, you still won't pass the placement test tomorrow. Aren't you ashamed to be kicked out in such a humiliating way?"
The student who was last in the class was expelled?
Then this Jiang Nian is definitely not J.
Hearing this, Han Xu looked completely bewildered.
What is this idiot saying here? What dishonorable methods? Nianjie came to the Yingzhong Special Class because Principal Feng invited her to come three times.
There's still a placement test that can't be passed? Nianjie could have passed that level of test with her eyes closed when she was ten.
Jiang Nian took off her headphones and gave Jiang Ranran a cold look.
Has anyone ever told you that you're really noisy?
Even a dog can bark like you.
"you……"
Jiang Ranran had never been publicly mocked like this before, told that she was worse than a dog, and her face flushed red instantly.
Just then, a voice came from behind: "Ranran?"
Turning her head and seeing Song Wenjing, Jiang Ranran felt like she had found a savior. Her eyes instantly filled with tears, and she threw herself into his arms, sobbing, "Brother Wenjing, sob sob..."
Song Wenjing immediately hugged her, frowning, "What's wrong, Ranran? Who bullied you?"
Jiang Ranran sobbed, "It was my older sister, Jiang Nian. She said I was very noisy in front of my classmates..."
Jiang Nian?
Song Wenjing looked towards the corner of the classroom.
This was the first time he had met the girl his grandfather had arranged for him to marry, a girl from the countryside, and he immediately looked at her with disdain.
What era are we living in? There are still people wearing such outdated black-rimmed glasses.
He should really go on a hunger strike to get his grandfather to cancel this damned marriage and get him and Ranran engaged instead.
He felt disgusted just looking at a woman like that.
Song Wenjing shielded Jiang Ranran behind him, then looked coldly at Jiang Nian: "Jiang Nian, did you really say that to Ranran just now? Apologize to Ranran right now!"
Han Xu was almost laughing in anger.
His sister could easily kill them with a simple task or a few pills she casually made. What are these two idiots, making Nian Nian apologize to them?
Jiang Nian raised her eyes, her gaze filled with coldness.
"You think you're worthy to apologize to me?"
Song Wenjing stared wide-eyed, hardly believing it.
In all his life, no one had ever dared to speak to him, the young master of the Song family, like that!
Where did Jiang Nian get the courage?!
"Alright, Sister Nian, why bother with them?" Han Xu was too lazy to look at Song Wenjing and Jiang Ranran anymore.
He reached out and tore open the sandwich wrapper, then held it to Jiang Nian's mouth, saying, "Your stomach isn't good, so hurry up and eat your breakfast so you don't get a stomachache again."
Just then, the school bell rang, and the homeroom teacher entered the classroom.
Song Wenjing sat down angrily, and Jiang Ranran sat next to him, complaining about her grievances.
“Brother Wenjing, my sister is that kind of person.”
“You have no idea, she slapped me when she got home the day before yesterday, and yesterday she even shoved a light bulb into my mouth.”
"What?" Song Wenjing was incredulous when he heard that Jiang Ranran had been bullied like this by Jiang Nian.
Jiang Ranran, her eyes red, continued, "But now, my sister has hooked up with Han Xu. With Han Xu protecting her, we can't do anything to her..."
Hearing this, Song Wenjing became even angrier.
Although it was an arranged marriage by the older generation, Jiang Nian is still nominally his fiancée, right?
Jiang Nian actually dared to hook up with that kid Han Xu behind his back?
Song Wenjing grew angrier the more he thought about it.
He sent a message directly in the group, gathered four or five people, and planned to teach Jiang Nian a lesson after school.
Jiang Nian was used to keeping a low profile, so she didn't let the driver arranged by Ji Yanli pick her up after school. Instead, she planned to ride Han Xu's bicycle back to the Ji family home.
As soon as the school bell rang, Han Xu ran to the toilet to defecate.
Jiang Nian waited under the shade of a tree outside the school, carrying her bag.
Looking up, she saw Song Wenjing leading a group of roguish-looking boys toward her.
One by one, they surrounded her with menacing and lewd expressions.
"Jiang Nian, you were really arrogant in the classroom today," Song Wenjing, the leader, sneered. "You bullied Ranran and cheated on me, how dare you?"
Green him?
Jiang Nian coldly raised her eyes: "If you're tired of living, just say so, and I'll grant your wish."
Upon hearing this, the group of sleazy-looking boys all burst out laughing.
Someone chuckled and said, "Jing-ge, your country fiancée is really good at pretending. She talks like she could beat all of us guys if we were to fight."
Jiang Nian glanced around.
Almost all the students from Yingzhong have left.
At the end of the alley, there was no one, and no security cameras.
Since she started only accepting missions of S rank or higher, she hasn't had a physical fight with anyone in a long time.
Jiang Nian raised her hand expressionlessly, took off the black-rimmed glasses on her nose, and tied her hair up again with the hair tie on her wrist, revealing her slender neck.
The moment Jiang Nian took off her glasses, the disdain on Song Wenjing's lips froze.
The girl's eyes are so beautiful.
Their pupils were jet black, yet they possessed a profound sense of mystery.
Her small face, no bigger than the palm of her hand, had impeccable facial features and bone structure, and her skin was flawless and fair, like a piece of jade exuding a cold aura.
Song Wenjing couldn't understand it for a moment; how could someone's appearance improve so much just by taking off their glasses?
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