Song Jiao listened to the conversation between the two and suddenly felt that it was not bad. This way she would not have to continue looking at these people's disgusting faces.
In the original plot, the original owner went to the same school as the heroine because he was well-behaved, and thus began a life of being bullied.
But now she is not as well-behaved as the original owner, so the story develops in other directions.
After dinner, she went straight back to the room and began to pack up the original owner's things. Apart from the clothes she brought with her and the books sent by Luo Xu, there was nothing else.
In the evening, the housekeeper knocked on Song Jiao's door.
"Miss, Mr. and Mrs. think it's better for you to go to school to receive an education. Miss, remember to pack your things tonight and we'll take you to school tomorrow."
"I understand." Song Jiao just sat at the desk and looked at the book in her hand silently without even raising her eyelids.
The butler was a little surprised, but didn't say anything. He turned around and walked out of the room.
It’s a bit surprising to say, but Miss Zhen didn’t seem surprised at all and just accepted it.
Before coming, the husband and wife specifically told her that if she didn't agree, they would use force to get rid of the person the next day.
But now it seems that they were worrying too much.
After the housekeeper left, she closed the book in her hand and her cold eyes fell on the door.
These two people are interesting, why don’t they come themselves?
After packing up her things, Song Jiao went to bed.
next day
When the housekeeper looked at Song Jiao dragging a small suitcase, he handed over the bank card in his hand and said, "Miss, this is the living expenses given to you by your husband and wife. There are 100,000 yuan."
Song Jiao nodded, "Thank you."
She knew that they did this simply to avoid criticism. Seeing that the housekeeper seemed to be hesitant to speak, she said, "Let's go."
There's nothing worth remembering anyway, so just leave.
In the car, the housekeeper looked at Song Jiao's expressionless face through the rearview mirror, feeling a little sorry for her. He said, "Miss, this school is completely closed. You are basically not allowed to go out normally."
Obviously, this is the real daughter of the Luo family, but the difference in treatment is simply huge.
"Actually, your husband and wife still care about you, they just don't know how to express it."
But after I said it, I regretted it, as if I shouldn't have said that.
"I know, butler, you drive carefully."
Song Jiao still had no expression on her face, and just gave a light reminder.
As for the situation and appearance of Luo's father and mother, she really doesn't care at all.
The housekeeper looked at Song Jiao silently, then just sighed and started to concentrate on driving.
The school is located at the southernmost end of the city, in a completely different direction from the Luo family. It is far inferior to the aristocratic schools in the city center.
After completing the admission procedures, Song Jiao was assigned to the key class of this school.
After the housekeeper came to open the door, the teacher was a little unhappy. He was just a person with connections, but he actually got into the key class? Isn't this obviously intended to lower the admission rate?
He said mercilessly, "I don't care what your identity is, but since you've been assigned to my class, you must study hard and don't bring any weird things from outside with you."
Song Jiao just nodded indifferently without saying anything else.
This campus may not look big, but there are many rich second-generations who have no status at home, and even illegitimate children. They come here simply because no other school is willing to accept them.
As soon as she entered the classroom, several boys came up and surrounded her.
"Isn't this the real daughter that the Luo family just found? Why was she sent here to study? Why is she so unpopular?"
"How could she possibly be favored? Luo Ling is so much better than her."
"That's right, after all, I'm a country bumpkin raised in the countryside!"
“......."
Just two or three minutes later, the few people who had just surrounded Song Jiao all covered their stomachs, and gurgling sounds continued to be heard. Then they all turned around and ran out of the classroom quickly, rushing towards the toilet.
"Host, isn't your method a bit disgusting?" Tuanzi felt speechless just thinking about the current scene in the toilet.
The host just bought the seven-day diuretic medicine directly from the mall.
This means that these people will have to have diarrhea for at least seven days, during which time no cause of the disease can be detected.
"What else?" Song Jiao lazily sat down on the seat, "They are just Luo Ling's lackeys. Do they really think they are human beings?"
The reason he didn't do anything was simply because he had just arrived at the school, so he kept a bit of mystery.
It's just hard for the heroine to find so many people to cause trouble, and now they are all in diarrhea.
Start listening to the class directly.
After a busy day of evening self-study, she just walked downstairs to the dormitory and saw a figure standing on the roof of the dormitory. But the figure disappeared the moment she looked up.
Did they not only arrange for humans, but also for ghosts?
The people in the dormitory didn't dare to talk to her when they saw her. After all, in their opinion, a girl who was harassed by those uneducated rich second-generations as soon as she entered the school would definitely be sad in the future.
They don't want to cause themselves unnecessary trouble.
It's twelve o'clock at night, the night is dark
The window was suddenly pushed open by a gust of wind, and the temperature in the dormitory dropped sharply.
Except for Song Jiao, the other three people in the dormitory wrapped themselves tightly in the quilt, turned over and continued to sleep.
A foul smell filled the air. Song Jiao opened her eyes in disgust, and what she saw was a ghost face that was pale and even a little swollen.
The cold, sticky liquid was dripping down her hair, falling drop by drop onto the quilt.
The ghost girl had a creepy sneer on her lips, and the next second, her eyeballs suddenly fell out of their sockets.
Leaving two holes, "Miss, do you think I'm pretty?"
One of his eyeballs fell next to Song Jiao's ear, and the other fell right in front of her.
"Could you please not be so disgusting late at night?"
She frowned, stretched out her hands to hold her eyeballs, and stood up lazily, "Get up and change your face to a normal one. If you keep looking like this, you won't get my eyes!"
Female ghost: ???
What was going on? Wouldn't most people be terrified? Why wasn't this person afraid? He even pinched her eyeballs.
That's not how the script is written, right?
"What? Why do you want to die?" Song Jiao looked at the female ghost coldly, with an unhappy face. Can't she be a more pretty female ghost? Why does she have to do all these nonsense?
The ghost girl suddenly felt pain in her eyeballs, and immediately changed her face to a normal one, begging for mercy: "It has changed, it has changed! Sister, spare my life."
"Sit up straight and answer the question! If you can't, I'll pop your eyeballs!"
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