Chapter 138 Realizing It Was Too Late at First Sight [1st Update]
Zhong Zhiwan specifically marked the words "real name".
This was done to draw the school's attention.
She wouldn't believe that Ying Zijing could get that score; not only her, but no one in the whole school would believe it.
The difficulty of the exam papers for the gifted program is evident to everyone online.
Every year, it gets dragged online for a stroll, receiving the admiration and worship of netizens.
If Ying Zijing got the answers, she could just copy them to get a passing grade, but a perfect score?
Isn't this just giving others ammunition to find fault with you?
That's really brainless.
Even those who cheat wouldn't know how to cheat. She really didn't know what Ying Zijing could do besides writing and drawing.
After sending the email, Zhong Zhiwan quickly put her phone in her desk, straightening her back as if afraid that others would discover something.
Fortunately, during this break, the students in the gifted class were so discouraged that they were speechless and buried themselves in their studies.
"Zhiwan, don't be sad." The girl sitting next to Zhong Zhiwan turned around and comforted her, "If it's converted, you'll have 730 points, so you're still in first place..."
I didn't finish the sentence; it would have been quite awkward to say it.
If the conversion were actually done, Ying Zijin's score would have far exceeded the maximum score of 750.
What does Zhong Zhiwan's 730 points even mean?
Seeing that Zhong Zhiwan's expression was off, the girl quickly tried to salvage the situation: "Zhiwan, one exam is nothing. Besides, who knows if Ying Zijin cheated? Everyone has witnessed your abilities."
"Stop talking." Zhong Zhiwan bit her lip hard and lowered her head. "Class is about to start."
The girl didn't dare to say much and took out her English textbook.
**
The commotion at the school had absolutely no effect on Ying Zijing.
She slept until the afternoon.
Ying Zijing propped herself up and sat up, still feeling a little weak.
She slightly opened her eyes, and through the haze, she saw a tall, slender figure breaking through the darkness and walking towards her.
The morning star shines brightly.
Thinking of the metaphor again, Ying Zijing pressed her head, her brows furrowed.
Before she could fully adjust to the light in the room, her back was lifted up by a hand.
The warmth emanated through the layer of clothing.
Fu Yunshen held her with one hand and a bowl in the other, his voice lowered: "Drink some porridge first now that you're awake."
"I'm fine." Ying Zijing sat on the bed for a few seconds before taking the bowl. "Thank you."
The bowl contained medicinal porridge, but the smell of Chinese medicine was not strong; it only had a faint fragrance.
Ying Zijing picked up the spoon, took a sip, and then suddenly paused.
Her sense of taste and smell has always been very sensitive. Even when the medicinal porridge had just touched her taste buds, she could tell that something was wrong with it.
There was a very faint metallic taste, which was masked by other ingredients, but it was not completely eliminated.
Ying Zijin lowered her eyes, her gaze hardening slightly.
Human blood can be used in medicine.
But this blood is very precious, and using it will actually harm your body.
"What's wrong?" Fu Yunshen's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly when he saw that she didn't move. "Is the taste not good?"
Could it be that his cooking skills have deteriorated?
"No, it's very delicious." Ying Zijing paused and sighed softly, "It just reminded me of some things from the past."
"Who?" Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow, his tone slow and deliberate. "Your good friend?"
"Um."
"She's not in Shanghai?"
"No, it's in a very far place."
Fu Yunshen fell silent.
He recalled the days she spent in Qingshui County, and that year with the Ying family.
Personal freedom is a problem, let alone going to places further away.
"It's alright. Once you've fully recovered, your brother will take you to find it." Fu Yunshen raised his hand, but in the end, he only gently patted her back. "We'll find it."
“No need.” Ying Zijing continued to drink her porridge with a spoon. After a few sips, she said softly, “It’s enough that I know she’s doing well.”
“That won’t do,” Fu Yunshen said calmly. “I have to see it for myself.”
After saying that, he stood up and couldn't help but pat the girl's head: "Little girl, get some rest."
"Don't go to school for the next few days. Your health is important. Put your studies and everything else aside."
After closing the door, Fu Yun's smile faded, and he turned his head: "Where is she?"
The young man, who had been in a daze, suddenly snapped to attention upon hearing this: "Young master, in the basement, he's tied up."
Because of Old Master Fu's illness, they were on high alert all night, and Fu Yichen was also tied up all night, hanging upside down.
To prevent him from fainting due to a rush of blood to his head, someone was specially assigned to help him turn around.
Up until now, Fu Yichen hasn't even had a sip of water, and he's still in a dark, enclosed space. He's on the verge of a breakdown.
He had no idea where he had been taken. After being taken away from the First Hospital, the group of people put a sack over his head.
I took him around and around, and he got carsick and could only vomit into a bag.
Fu Yichen had never suffered like this before, but he had nowhere to turn for help, and crying was useless.
Just as Fu Yichen was on the verge of collapse, he was put down.
His feet touched the ground again, but his legs couldn't support his body.
Fu Yichen knelt down on the ground with a thud, and looked up tremblingly.
Upon seeing it, his eyes widened in shock: "Fu Yunshen? It's you?!"
Fu Yunshen didn't look at Fu Yichen's miserable state, nor did he respond. He turned his head and said, "Hit him."
Two men who looked like bodyguards understood and immediately stepped forward, each holding a stick.
Without any hesitation, it struck firmly down.
Fu Yichen let out a shrill scream.
He didn't even have time to think about why Fu Yunshen was there; he just yelled, arrogantly, "Fu Yunshen, you dare hit me? If Dad and Mom find out, you're finished!"
"You're only good because Grandpa spoils you, aren't you? Without Grandpa's love, what are you? You're just... Ah!!!"
The young man covered his ears, thinking to himself that this lion's roar was quite impressive.
"Then tell Fu Mingcheng not to mess with me." Fu Yunshen raised his hand, patted Fu Yichen's face, and chuckled, "Grandpa is my bottom line, that's why I didn't touch you."
Overwhelmed by extreme fear, Fu Yichen couldn't withstand the impact and fainted.
Fu Yunshen stood up and said calmly, "Lock him up for seven days, then put him back."
**
On the other side.
Zhong Zhiwan was secretly reading the discussions on the campus forum, and the more she read, the more depressed she became.
She clearly saw several posts accusing Ying Zijin of cheating, but they were quickly deleted by the moderator.
What else could this be but a guilty conscience?
Zhong Zhiwan clutched her textbook, waiting anxiously.
She sent out her complaint letter more than eight hours ago, so why haven't the principal and the academic affairs director reacted at all?
Just as Zhong Zhiwan was about to go and see for herself, a student from the student council knocked on the door of the elite class classroom and called out to her.
"Goddess Zhong, the principal wants to see you. He probably has something important to discuss with you."
Zhong Zhiwan tried to suppress the smile on her lips and replied faintly, "I know."
The academic affairs director was also in the principal's office.
His face turned cold when he saw Zhong Zhiwan come in.
Zhong Zhiwan naturally noticed it, and she was somewhat puzzled.
She was first in her grade, so the academic director was naturally very lenient and fond of her, always greeting her with a smile, and had never shown such an expression before.
"Zhong Zhiwan," the principal said, adjusting his glasses, his voice stern, "why did you conclude that Ying Zijin cheated?"
On the computer, there was Zhong Zhiwan's email.
Besides the title, there was a lot more text written below.
After a pause, the principal asked again, "If I remember correctly, she's your cousin, right?"
Zhong Zhiwan didn't answer the second question, but chuckled to herself.
When did the adopted daughter of the Ying family become her cousin?
She called Ying Zijin her cousin only because she couldn't bear to hurt Grandpa Zhong's feelings.
“Principal, I’ve already included the evidence in the email.” Zhong Zhiwan smiled faintly. “Besides, even if no one says anything, it’s not hard to tell, is it?”
Everyone knows that Ying Zijing was forced into the elite class by Ying Luwei.
He often gets sleepy in class and frequently asks for leave from school.
What can you possibly learn like this?
Needless to say, Class 19 was a truly degenerate class.
Zhong Zhiwan pinched her palm and said, "This year's exam for the gifted class is even more difficult than before. Isn't the school's conversion factor based on years of experience? Even that genius senior has never gotten a perfect score."
Upon hearing this, the principal glanced at the email again, his brows furrowing even more: "Is your evidence just pure speculation? If you report someone without evidence, you'll be the one punished."
“How can this be mere speculation?” Zhong Zhiwan’s smile gradually faded. “This is common knowledge, something anyone with common sense knows, and…”
"Enough!" The academic affairs director couldn't stand it anymore. He was furious. "Zhong Zhiwan, I originally thought you were a student with good grades and good character. Now it seems that you are capable, but you are also very jealous."
"The exam paper was set by Imperial University and sent to Qingzhi in a sealed envelope. It wasn't even opened before the exam, and even the teachers didn't know the questions. Tell me, how could Ying Zijing cheat? Huh?!"
(End of this chapter)
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