Chapter 39 Feeding a child a piece of candy
"..."
Jiang Ran began to suspect for the first time that there was something wrong with her hearing.
The underlings exclaimed "Holy crap!"
This girl actually wants to fight with Brother Ran?
Didn't you know that their Ran-ge won first place in the city's Taekwondo competition last year?
"No way, a transfer student—" Jiang Ran licked his lips, "Are you serious?"
Ying Zijing yawned: "Yeah, I'm going to sleep now that I'm done."
The underlings fell silent for the second time.
"Does this look like a provocation against Brother Ran?"
"Be more confident, remove the 'seems' part."
"Okay." Jiang Ran laughed, tossing his school uniform jacket to his underling beside him. "I'll fight you, but don't cry later."
**
Three minutes later.
Jiang Ran lay on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling, having suffered the first major blow in his otherwise smooth-sailing life.
Beside him, Ying Zijing picked up her schoolbag from the ground, walked past him, and went inside.
No one dared to stop them.
The boys watched as the girl calmly walked to an empty seat, took a pillow from her bag, placed it on the table, and fell asleep, with a blanket draped over her.
"..."
The equipment is quite complete.
"Does this count as Ran Ge failing to get rid of people?"
"Did you see her skills just now? I bet she wasn't even using her full power."
"To be honest, he's kind of handsome."
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would believe that Jiang Ran was beaten up by a girl?
"It's okay, Brother Ran," the underlings reassured him. "If you can't handle it, there's still Sister Yu. I'll call Sister Yu right now and tell her to come back. We'll definitely kick her out."
"Don't worry, Brother Ran. What you can't do, Sister Yu can do."
Jiang Ran gritted his teeth: "Get out!"
The underlings quickly left.
One of them, clutching his phone, rushed over, shouting, "Sister Yu, come back quickly! Something terrible has happened..."
**
Ying Zijin slept until noon.
The classroom was empty; everyone had left. The principal had specially canceled a class for Class 19 today, just in case the teacher might also suffer an undeserved misfortune.
She rubbed her head, turned on her phone, and saw a message sent five minutes earlier displayed on the lock screen.
"Little one, come out for lunch. Your brother is waiting for you at the school gate."
She paused for a second, grabbed her coat, and went outside.
People come and go at the school gate.
There are many small stalls around Qingzhi, and at this time of day, students are buying lunch.
Only the scions of the wealthy and powerful families in Shanghai have someone deliver their meals to them.
The man stood in front of the school monument, leaning against a tree.
He was looking down at his phone.
His lazy and unserious demeanor attracted many passersby to stop and linger.
A woman with captivating charm stepped forward and said, "Hello."
Fu Yunshen raised his eyes, and the smile that had been playing on his lips vanished.
The woman tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and asked demurely, "Could you give me your WeChat ID?"
“Well, I have a child to raise at home. If you don’t mind and want to be a stepmother—” Fu Yunshen said with interest, “that’s fine too.”
The woman's face turned pale, and she immediately turned and left, cursing, "You're crazy."
Fu Yunshen put away his phone, turned around, and saw the girl had bought a candied hawthorn and was eating it as she walked towards him.
Well-behaved and gentle.
He suddenly smiled and waved his hand, "Yaoyao, over here."
Ying Zijing had already seen him. She walked closer and handed him another string of candied hawthorns she was carrying.
Fu Yunshen paused for a moment: "You eat it, your brother doesn't like sweets."
The hand was promptly withdrawn, as if it were just a polite gesture.
"..." Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow, "Eating so much, aren't you afraid of getting fat?"
"Oh." Ying Zijing slowly chewed on a hawthorn. "I run ten kilometers every day."
Even though we need to retire, we can't let our physical fitness fall behind.
Fu Yunshen lazily looked up: "How's the new class?"
"It's quite fun."
A group of silly kids have a lot of fun, much easier than a gifted class.
Neither of them were extravagant, so they ate near the school.
On her way back to school, just as Ying Zijing was thinking about how to make money while lying down, a voice rang out above her head, stimulating her eardrums.
"Little boy, open your mouth."
Ying Zijin looked up.
Before her were a man's long, porcelain-white fingers and a piece of candy.
What should I say?
Ying Zijin glanced at him: "Didn't you say you didn't want to listen anymore?"
"Hmm? I don't want to hear you say thank you, but I really want to hear our Yaoyao say—" His peach blossom eyes curved into a smile: "Thank you, brother."
"Then I won't eat it."
"..."
"Alright." Fu Yunshen tore open the candy wrapper. "I was just kidding you. I saved this especially for you. Eat it."
This candy looks very ordinary; there isn't even a brand on the wrapper.
After the sugar entered her mouth, Ying Zijing felt that the hidden injuries in her body were showing signs of loosening.
It's probably not just sugar.
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly.
No wonder she couldn't figure out his deeper information.
"I'll take you this far." Fu Yunshen stopped. "Go back now."
As he turned around, four words drifted to his ears.
Fu Yunshen was taken aback. He turned around, but the girl had already entered the school gate.
After a long pause, he chuckled softly, his expression nonchalant.
A child who says one thing but means another.
**
At 3:30 pm, the students of Class 19 finally came back to life because Qingzhi's eldest sister had finally returned.
The leader was wearing a black leather jacket and holding a helmet.
With fiery red lips, she exudes a majestic and imposing aura.
She looks like a tough, independent woman.
"Sister Yu, that's her." The younger brother pointed to a table. "She's incredibly arrogant."
The woman looked over and her eyes lit up: "Damn, she's so pretty?"
The younger brother's lips twitched, and he reminded her, "Sister Yu."
"Ahem..." The socialite straightened up, resuming her cold demeanor, "Just wait."
Ying Zijing was resting with her eyes closed when the table was suddenly kicked.
She opened her eyes, her gaze unfocused.
"Let me tell you, nobody in Class 19 welcomes you." The socialite slammed her hand on the table again. "If you know what's good for you, you'd better leave now, or don't blame me for being impolite."
"That's right, get out of here." The henchmen behind him said menacingly, "Have you heard of Sister Yu's name? Xiu Yu, you can't afford to mess with her!"
Now you should be scared, right?
Why aren't you running?
She saw the girl propping her head up and looking at her. After a few seconds, she said thoughtfully, "Your eyeshadow is really good. Can you teach me?"
Xiu Yu, who was about to continue his harsh words, was speechless.
"..."
Ten minutes later, seeing Xiu Yu already enthusiastically discussing makeup with Ying Zijin, everyone in the class felt a little hopeless.
"Not only did Brother Ran lose, but Sister Yu also lost."
"She's toxic, isn't she? She really has Ran-ge and Yu-jie completely under her thumb."
"There's nothing we can do, since Sister Yu is a sucker for good looks."
Everyone gave up and could only accept the facts.
But I found that... it seems quite pleasant to accept?
"Since both Ran-ge and Yu-jie lost to her, she's now the leader of our class. What should we call her?"
"What could someone be a generation above my sister and brother?"
"Of course it's Father, call him Father Ying."
Everyone immediately agreed, their faces beaming with joy.
"We can't let Ying's dad come to our class without a grand welcome. We're going to throw a welcome party and even stream it live on the forum!"
"Quickly, let's start a thread."
The younger members quickly posted the message, and it instantly made it to the forum's homepage.
When Zhong Zhiwan saw this post while waiting for news, she wanted to smash her phone.
She waited all day, only to receive this result.
She thought Class 19 had all gone mad, and Jiang Ran and Xiu Yu were of no use whatsoever.
Zhong Zhiwan lowered her eyelashes, got up, and went out to make a phone call.
"Aunt, although there are some things I don't want to say, this matter has a very bad impact."
“My cousin… she hit Jiang Ran.” Zhong Zhiwan paused, then stopped short of saying anything more. “Jiang Ran is going to be in a lot of trouble.”
#Congratulations to Yaoyao on becoming a father#
Nie Chao: Brother, now I finally understand why you're still single despite having such a devastatingly beautiful face.
Nie Chao: You have a really sharp tongue.
Fu Yunshen: Daily feeding received
(End of this chapter)
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