Chapter 30 Your brother accompanies you on your duty
After learning that Ying Zijing had gotten into the elite class through connections with the Ying family, He Xun looked down on her even more.
He really had absolutely no feelings for her.
As for spoken English?
This is the most basic ability of Qingzhi students.
Teacher Deng was taken aback by those four words, but then she remembered something.
She went to O continent for an academic exchange for a week, so she asked He Xun to cover her classes.
When I came back, I heard from the students in the gifted class and the international class that even when He Xun asked the simplest questions in class, Ying Zijing couldn't answer them and couldn't understand them at all.
Sometimes, he would even fall asleep in class.
He Xun didn't say anything during class, but everyone could tell he was angry.
Teacher Deng sighed, hesitating to speak, "This child has actually had a tough time..."
When teaching students, she usually prescribes the right medicine for the right ailment.
Moreover, learning is indeed related to talent; not everyone is good at English and math.
He Xun did not comment on this, remaining indifferent: "But she took resources that she shouldn't have taken."
Without Ying Zijin, that position in the elite class would belong to fiftieth in the grade.
After all, the elite classes are equipped with top-notch teaching resources, which even the honors classes cannot compare to.
He Xun didn't speak again; he was looking at a document filled with dense English text.
However, upon closer inspection, these English words are different from normal English.
This is Middle English, used between 1150 and 1500.
Middle English grammar was more complex than that of modern English.
It was even more difficult because it absorbed a lot of French and Latin vocabulary.
The red text in the document is He Xun's annotation. He consulted many sources, but only translated one paragraph.
There are very few people who understand Middle English now, even among native residents of country Y, nobody uses it anymore.
Finding someone who speaks Middle English is like finding a needle in a haystack.
He Xun rubbed his temples, put the documents in his hand aside, and took out the textbook for the international class to start preparing his lessons.
**
Perhaps because of the English class in the morning, Lu Fang and Ying Feifei were much more well-behaved and did not cause any more trouble for Ying Zijing.
The first day of school was spent entirely going over test papers. Ying Zijing looked at her scores in six subjects, but didn't feel anything.
She knew why this was happening.
Although she wasn't fully awake before, and her memories and abilities were gone, she still had some intelligence, so she shouldn't have done so badly on the test.
However, because she was under pressure from the wealthy social circle and was also called upon from time to time to give Ying Luwei blood transfusions, she was like a puppet with no freedom at all.
If your physical fitness can't keep up, how can you study properly?
If Zhong Manhua gets a bad exam result, she will get even angrier, and this will create a vicious cycle.
Ying Zijing, with a calm expression, put the test paper into her schoolbag.
No wonder her temper has become bad; it turns out it's because of the oppression she's suffered during her year in the Ying family.
She's not mentally disturbed, which is a good thing.
"Zhiwan, let's go." Before leaving the classroom, Ying Feifei deliberately raised her voice, "Let's go see your grandfather."
Zhong Zhiwan's grandfather was Zhong Manhua's father.
Ying Zijing, being an adopted daughter, certainly has no right to meet him.
Zhong Zhiwan's expression changed.
Ying Feifei didn't know, but she knew very well.
Although they had only met a few times, Grandpa Zhong treated Ying Zijing very well, almost always bypassing her.
Remembering the words no one took seriously that morning, Zhong Zhiwan paused, glanced at the girl indifferently, and said, "Let's go."
There are no evening self-study sessions in the gifted class; after school, the students study on their own.
Ying Zijing glanced at the time and prepared to leave.
Before I could even leave, I was stopped by the student life committee member.
“Ying Zijin, it’s your turn to clean today. There’s not much trash on the first day, just wipe the blackboard.” He hesitated for a moment and said softly, “This morning, I saw Lu Fang put a basin full of water on the door. You…you should be careful lately.”
Upon hearing this, Ying Zijin nodded slightly: "Thank you."
"No, you're welcome." The class monitor quickly avoided the girl's gaze, a blush rising on her face, and grabbed her schoolbag before running away.
After thinking for a moment, Ying Zijing decided to send a message to Fu Yunshen first.
After sending the WeChat message, she rolled up her sleeves, took a rag from under the podium, and went to the restroom.
In March, it gets dark very early. In just a few minutes, it was completely dark outside.
Looking down from the corridor, you can see the low-hanging sky.
The buildings are hidden in the dark clouds that change with the wind, while the long streets are bustling with traffic and crowds that surge like the tide across the city.
Ying Zijing stood quietly for a while before returning to the classroom.
As soon as she entered, she stopped in her tracks.
The tall, slender man leaned against the window, his light amber pupils reflecting a myriad of lights, more dazzling than the Milky Way.
Fu Yunshen heard footsteps, straightened up, turned around, and smiled, his peach blossom eyes curving into a smile: "Yaoyao."
Ying Zijing frowned slightly: "Didn't you say you didn't need to wait for me?"
He always has a lot of things to do, so there's no need for him to take care of her all the time.
"It's nothing." Fu Yunshen put one hand in his pocket and smiled. "I'm pretty free lately, so I'm keeping you company while you do your chores."
As he spoke, he took the rag from her hand and skillfully began wiping the blackboard.
Ying Zijing paused for a moment, then sighed, walked to the back, picked up a broom, and began sweeping.
Ten minutes later, the two finished cleaning.
Fu Yunshen flicked the dust off his shirt, squinting his peach blossom eyes: "Hmm, it's pretty clean. I'm leaving."
It was already 7:30 when I came out.
"Let's grab a bite to eat." Ying Zijing took out her phone and opened the app. "Then I'll go home."
"Home" naturally refers to Wen Fengmian's residence.
Fu Yunshen chuckled: "I'll listen to you."
As I was searching for nearby restaurants, a surprised shout rang in my ears: "Miss Ying!"
Ying Zijin turned around.
"Sizzle—"
A black Maybach suddenly stopped in front of her, and the passenger window rolled down.
**
Meanwhile, across the road.
Zhong Manhua had just come out of the Century Center shopping mall and had just called her driver to pick her up when she looked up and saw a girl in a Qingzhi school uniform standing in front of a car, bending slightly over.
Beside him stood Fu Yunshen, the notorious playboy known throughout Shanghai.
Zhong Manhua frowned unhappily and was about to step forward to take Ying Zijin away.
"Manhua." Madam Mu noticed, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Zhong Manhua immediately looked away, wanting only to leave as soon as possible.
She didn't want Madam Mu to see this scene, lest it get out that Zhong Manhua's daughter was shameless enough to seduce the young master of the Fu family.
However, Madam Mu had already looked over.
Zhong Manhua's heart skipped a beat, and she reached out to pull her: "Madam Mu, let's go first."
Mrs. Mu did not move. She stared at the black Maybach, stunned and somewhat unable to come to her senses.
That seems to be...
Mu Heqing's personal car.
English can be summarized as follows: Old English – Middle English – Modern English, gradually simplified.
(End of this chapter)
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