It's clearly handwritten, the handwriting is so beautiful, and even the coordinate axes they drew are better than theirs. The difference between people is just too great.
They really want to collect it.
Half an hour later, everyone had left the classroom, and He Jing had to go back too. Yin Gao didn't have evening self-study sessions, and the teachers were more accurate than clockwork when it was time to end class. If students wanted to get good grades, they had to work hard outside of class.
He Jing packed her schoolbag, loosely slung it over her shoulder, and was about to leave when someone stopped her. Without even lifting her eyelids, she said emotionlessly, "Is there anything else?"
Cheng Yi's eyes were filled with grievance, and she looked quite pitiful: "Why can't we be friends? Although we switched identities, it wasn't my fault, He Jing. We really don't need to be so hostile."
He Jing looked at her, both amused and annoyed, and asked, "When did we start being at odds?"
"Is it because the teacher asked me to go up and help you with your problems, which made you lose face, or is it because I'm unwilling to tutor you?"
"Cheng Yi, I don't want to be friends with you because we're not on the same path, that's all."
Cheng Yi was filled with shame and indignation, but couldn't help but retort: "Aren't you angry because I took your identity? You clearly..."
"No."
He Jing looked at her openly and honestly, her eyes clear as a spring.
"I don't care about rich families. You can take it if you want."
Anyway, haven't you had enough of the life of luxury and wealth?
She just wants to live an ordinary life now.
Cheng Yi was speechless and choked with emotion, feeling inexplicably inferior. Even though she was the true heiress, she felt as if she had stolen this identity…
Why.
Why is this happening?
Good luck on your monthly exam!
He Jing casually tossed out this sentence and walked away, bypassing her.
...
Yin Gao doesn't have evening self-study sessions, but No. 1 Middle School still does. No. 1 Middle School students are known for their hard work, and they don't get out of school until nine o'clock every day. The total number of test papers they take could circle the earth twice, and they've even been on the city's news.
Almost every year, the top scorer in the provincial college entrance examination comes from No. 1 High School, and He Jing has great respect for this school.
She wanted to wait for He Ning and He Sui to finish school and go back together, so she wandered around the vicinity of No. 1 Middle School by herself, familiarized herself with the surroundings, and even bought oden and two ice creams.
The ice cream was undoubtedly for He Ning, while she planned to bring the oden to He Xiaoguo and the others.
They don't usually have the chance to eat snacks like this, they'll definitely love it...
He Jing thought for a moment, then checked her phone. It was almost time to go to No. 1 Middle School.
As I passed through a small alley, I suddenly smelled a bloody odor.
A steel pipe was thrown to the ground with a crisp sound, and several stray dogs barked loudly, clearly indicating that something bad was happening in the alley.
He Jing has never been interested in such behavior that violates the socialist spirit of prosperity, democracy, friendship, and mutual assistance. In her eyes, people who resort to violence to solve problems are idiots; only savage animals hunt each other. The country's efforts to combat organized crime are still insufficient...
Suddenly, she heard someone call out: "Yan Hanxi!"
As if nails had sprouted under her feet, He Jing stopped abruptly and looked into the alley.
The sky was dark, and a moon hung in the sky. The tall and upright young man was outlined in the moonlight as a faint silver silhouette. His slender shoulders and back were like rugged mountains, half hidden in the darkness and half exposed to the moonlight. The wind blew up his white shirt, revealing a section of his lean and fair waist, as well as a dazzling red mole on his waist.
Hearing the noise, he turned around. His eyes, as clear as a clear sky, were long and narrow, and the ruthless and cunning look in them had not yet faded.
—Yan Hanxi!
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