Chapter 117 Slapping Faces with Kids [2 Updates]
He really didn't know what to say.
He Xun has not been a teacher for long, but because he started by teaching an international class, all the students he has met have been diligent learners.
If it weren't for Teacher Deng's business trip to Ozhou, which led him to teach the elite class for more than a week, it would have been much better.
He had never seen a student who occupied Qingzhi's most valuable learning resources, yet still managed to learn so poorly, without putting in any effort and only knowing how to sleep in class.
Although there were quite a few problem students in Class 19, He Xun had never taught any of them, so naturally, he didn't have the same direct experience with these problem students as Ying Zijing.
The academic affairs director didn't notice the change in He Xun's expression, and said with great satisfaction: "Principal, you know what, Class 19 has really improved a lot recently. They've all come to do morning exercises and attend lectures. I'm starting to wonder if they've all been tricked."
The principal has been breaking down a lot lately, but he remained quite calm: "You should watch less time-travel dramas and set a good example for the students. If they find out, you won't be able to continue as the dean of academic affairs."
Dean of Academic Affairs: "..."
He took the sick leave slip and left quickly.
“Teacher He, let’s go back to the question we discussed earlier. We should—” The principal paused, his brows furrowing.
He knew that He Xun had a strong prejudice against Ying Zijin, and he never thought that He Xun would overhear this.
Although He Xun wouldn't even get into Class 19, Ying Zijing wasn't really his teacher or student.
But the principal felt that he had gone too far in carrying this prejudice as a teacher, and it was necessary to talk to him about it.
Moreover, he felt that Ying Zijin had made rapid progress recently.
Although he is still lacking in academics, his artistic talent should not be overlooked.
So, she became a dark horse in the midterm exam?
The principal adjusted his glasses: "Teacher He, this is what happened, Ying's family..."
“Principal,” He Xun interrupted him, sounding somewhat annoyed, “let’s get back to business.”
He also has to prepare lessons for the international class, so he doesn't have time to listen to the stories of a student who is struggling academically.
Besides, it has nothing to do with him.
**
Grade 11, gifted class.
Zhong Zhiwan held a pen in her hand, but didn't move it.
She stared blankly at the exercise book on the table, lost in thought.
Zhong Zhiwan is the class monitor and also the goddess of the Qingzhi class. Seeing that she has been absent-minded these past few days, her classmates in the elite class are very concerned about her.
"Zhiwan, are you alright?" As his most loyal suitor, Lu Fang naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to curry favor. "Tell us what's wrong, and we'll definitely help you solve it."
"Yes, Goddess Zhong, don't keep it to yourself, it'll make you sick."
Another classmate asked, "Zhiwan, is it because of the Jadeite Pavilion incident? Hey, what's there to be anxious about? You're a student now, and your main job is to study. There are so many people in the Zhong Group's management team, it's not your place to worry about this."
There was nothing wrong with what she said, but it made Zhong Zhiwan feel even worse.
In the past, she would have known that this had nothing to do with her, and with her abilities, she wouldn't have been able to interfere in the group's affairs.
However, it was because of Ying Zijin's appearance that her status in Old Master Zhong's heart plummeted.
Zhong Zhiwan could accept losing the arts festival competition alone.
What she couldn't accept was that Grandpa Zhong could bring Ying Zijing to the company, but wouldn't let her touch anything related to the company.
On what grounds?
Zhong Zhiwan kept her head down, ignoring her classmates' concern, her mind in turmoil.
"Zhiwan, don't worry." The girl next to her knew what was wrong with her and comforted her, "No matter what, Ying Zijin is an outsider. Your grandfather was just temporarily blinded."
"Besides, it's a good thing that your grandfather doesn't want you to be involved with the company. The adults are all too busy to handle anything else, why would they want to burden you with that kind of responsibility?"
Zhong Zhiwan pursed her lips, her mood finally improving somewhat.
"Zhiwan, you just need to focus on your studies and get first place when you go home." The girl added, "You don't know yet, do you? The midterm exams are coming up at the end of the month, and Ying Zijin actually took a week off today."
"Her grades were already bad, and she wasn't very efficient in class. I think she'll have to apologize to you in public."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Zhiwan smiled faintly and remained silent.
**
For a whole day and night, Ying Zijing locked herself in her room and didn't go downstairs to eat.
Grandpa Zhong went up there several times, but he couldn't even get inside.
I don't know what he's doing in there, but his granddaughter won't let him see.
Just as Grandpa Zhong was worried that Ying Zijing would overwork herself, the doorbell rang at the Zhong family's gate.
Butler Zhong came out of the kitchen and hurriedly went to open the door.
He paused for a moment as he opened the door, then exclaimed, "Young Master Qi?"
"Hello, Grandpa Butler." Fu Yunshen lazily raised his eyes and greeted him. "I came in a hurry and didn't bring much with me."
"No need to bring anything, we have everything we need at home." Butler Zhong invited him in and called out, "Master, Young Master Qi is here."
"Get out, get out, get out!" Old Master Zhong said irritably. "Tell me, did you come here to steal my cake for your grandfather?"
Fu Yunshen: "..."
He doesn't actually share his grandfather's hobby.
I have no idea how Old Master Fu managed to be so shameless in the past.
Stealing snacks has given Grandpa Zhong a psychological trauma.
Fu Yunshen looked up at the second floor: "Grandpa Zhong, I've come to see Yaoyao."
Surprisingly, Grandpa Zhong agreed without hesitation: "Okay, go upstairs, the fourth room on the right on the second floor."
Watching the man's retreating figure as he went upstairs, Old Master Zhong snorted.
His granddaughter wouldn't even let him, her grandfather, see her, so how could he let this brat see her?
They'll come down soon because they can't get through the door.
Fu Yunshen really didn't know that Old Master Zhong had this idea. He walked to the door and knocked: "Yaoyao?"
There was no response from inside the house.
He tilted his ear slightly and heard very calm and soft breathing inside.
He was obviously asleep.
Fu Yunshen placed his hand on the doorknob and applied a little force.
The door lock clicked open.
Inside the room, Ying Zijing was asleep, slumped over the table.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling upon her and casting a soft golden glow.
Beside her was a jade carving that was already half-finished.
Fu Yunshen glanced at the jade carving, his eyes flickering slightly.
The kid is quite stubborn.
Fu Yunshen walked over, bent down, picked up the girl in his arms, and carried her into the bedroom next door.
He then returned to this place.
Fu Yunshen looked at the jade carving, which was already halfway complete, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked nonchalant.
He raised his long, slender fingers, picked up the carving knife from the table, and began to work.
Um.
Of course, you should spoil your own child.
I'm exhausted and need to recover completely.
**
A few days passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the day arrived for the betting agreement between the Zhong Group and the DK Group.
It was the same conference room where the bet was signed. This time, Eugene wasn't the only one there; the CEO of the DK Group was also present.
Eugene stood up. He smiled slightly: "Five days have passed. I wonder if the Zhong Group has retrieved the Ten Directions Realm yet? We can then pay the remaining deposit."
Upon hearing this, the shareholders' faces turned grim.
They had no clue whatsoever, let alone finding the Ten Directions Realm.
These five days of delay are worse than no delay at all.
Grandpa Zhong sat at the head of the table, remaining silent with a deep gaze.
Upon seeing their appearance, Eugene understood: "It seems that the Zhong Group has failed to live up to our trust."
"Unfortunately, the performance-based agreement has taken effect, and Jade House will be taken over by the DK Group."
The performance-based agreement becomes legally effective the moment it is signed.
Needless to say, many people on Weibo are waiting for a few days to see who will win and who will lose between the two groups.
Just two days ago, a netizen posted this comment.
If the Zhong Group loses, it will be a real disgrace to the Chinese people, that we can't even compete with a foreign corporation.
Eugene's words caused the shareholders' expressions to change several times.
The CEO of DK Group sat opposite Mr. Zhong, nodding and smiling, but never said a word.
It seemed as if everything was within their grasp.
“Chairman Zhong said earlier that if he loses, he will step down.” At this moment, a shareholder stood up, smiled, and said, “Chairman Zhong, could you please sign the share transfer agreement later?”
This shareholder belongs to Zhong Tianyun's faction and is just waiting for the day when Old Master Zhong steps down.
The middle-aged shareholder was furious: "If Uncle Zhong steps down, will you be able to keep the Zhong Group afloat?"
"That's not your concern," another shareholder said, his tone dismissive. "Chairman Zhong, you can't blame us for this. Who told you to entrust the life and death of Emerald Pavilion and your own fate to a clueless adopted daughter of the Ying family?"
They've really dug their own grave.
Since Mr. Zhong is old and senile, he is indeed no longer qualified to manage the Zhong Group.
"Oh, right, I remember this agreement was signed by Chairman Zhong's granddaughter?" Eugene glanced at it casually. "What, she signed the betting agreement, but she didn't come?"
They are still too young, unaware of the seriousness of the situation, and have unrealistic ambitions.
They boasted about getting a $300 million deal from their DK Group, but now they're so scared they're not even coming.
Eugene shook his head, seemingly regretful: "What a pity, if only she hadn't—"
"Bang!"
The door was then kicked open.
(End of this chapter)
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