Chapter 27 My face is ruined
Breaking news! Ying Luwei was spotted entering a hospital late at night, suspected of being pregnant!
The trending topics are right below the hot search; you can see them as soon as you open Weibo.
Soon, Ying Luwei's fans, the "Dewdrops," arrived after hearing the news.
Wow, is my sister and brother-in-law getting married soon?!
[Oh no! If Luvi gets pregnant, she won't be able to see the concert!]
[I can't wait! Luwei is so beautiful, and so is my brother-in-law. Their child will be so gorgeous!]
Ying Luwei and Jiang Moyuan's engagement was no secret, and the girls affectionately called Jiang Moyuan their brother-in-law.
Amidst a sea of celebratory comments, there are always some other things to say.
[Heh, Jiang Moyuan is blind. He actually wants to marry a scheming, naive woman. What, does he want to have a little scheming woman born? Does he want to build a pond and plant flowers?]
In one sentence, he insulted two people, which angered the fans to the point that they were about to unleash a torrent of abuse.
But because of what happened that day, fearing being proven wrong again, the big fan spoke up in time.
[The trolls are back! Sisters, don't give them a second glance, the more you give them the better. Report them immediately!]
Fans reported negative comments while simultaneously celebrating joyfully in the supertopic.
Little did she know that Ying Luwei was nearly driven mad at this moment. Looking at herself in the mirror, covered in red rashes, she didn't even dare to cry.
"What happened?" The agent was also startled. "What did you touch?"
Ying Luwei's voice choked with emotion: "There's nothing there."
She simply went back to the old house.
"That's strange. Even the doctor couldn't identify the allergen, so they can't prescribe the right treatment." The agent frowned. "I'll call Third Master and ask him..."
"No!" Ying Luwei suddenly exclaimed, "I can't let Mo Yuan see me like this."
"Then you..." The agent was very troubled. "Okay, okay, I'll contact a doctor in the capital and prepare to go to the capital to avoid trouble."
Ying Luwei put on her mask, feeling like she wanted to die.
The agent added, "Don't touch your face. Even if it itches, bear with it. Wear a mask for the next few days and absolutely do not show your face."
**
On the other side.
Inside a hot pot and skewers restaurant, in a private room.
The spiciness intensifies, stimulating the taste buds.
Ying Zijing rested her chin on her hand and pointed to the picture of the spicy red soup: "I want this one."
Fu Yunshen glanced at it, then ordered a mushroom soup hot pot: "You're not feeling well, so eat less spicy food."
"..."
He leaned back in his chair and laughed, "Shouldn't it be my brother's decision to treat me to dinner?"
Ying Zijing rubbed her head and reluctantly agreed: "Okay."
Then she can come and eat by herself next time.
The selection of ingredients, the cooking process, and the service were all carried out smoothly.
Before long, the heat spread out, bringing a sense of warmth.
The girl held a glass of iced cola, lost in thought, with a few water droplets clinging to her lowered eyelashes.
It was hazy and indistinct, reminiscent of the mist floating over distant mountains, which could dissipate at any moment.
Beauty that should not exist in the human world suddenly appears, giving a feeling of unreality.
Fu Yunshen tilted his head: "Yaoyao."
Ying Zijing snapped out of her daze: "Hmm?"
"I remember Qingzhi is starting school in three days," the man said casually. "Do you need me to take you there?"
Upon hearing this, Ying Zijing, who was pondering whether to raise flowers or pigs first, was speechless.
Her retirement life seems to have been cut short before it even began.
She wasn't completely uneducated, and she quite enjoyed learning new things.
Back in O continent, she had practiced alchemy with that madman at Norton University.
The alchemy of O Continent is equivalent to the medicine-making of ancient Chinese medicine.
On the other hand, in order to make it easier to travel on Earth, she studied mathematics, physics, biology, astronomy and so on over the course of three hundred years.
I also participated in discussions led by some of the top scholars at the time and learned a lot from them.
But should we let her go to school now?
Ying Zijing retrieved the subjects she would be studying at Qingzhi Middle School from her memory, and seemed to be deep in thought.
Apart from Chinese composition, which she had never encountered before, the other subjects didn't seem too difficult.
Fortunately, she can continue to enjoy her retirement and experience campus life in the 21st century.
"It's alright, I can go by myself." Ying Zijing shook her head slightly. "It's not far."
Qingzhi Middle School is located within the Second Ring Road, with convenient transportation.
"If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know." Fu Yunshen nodded. "By the way, Yaoyao, about your medicine..."
Before he could finish speaking, another medicine bottle appeared in front of him, this one white.
“An upgraded version.” Ying Zijing yawned. “There’s more if that’s not enough.”
Fu Yunshen was clearly surprised by her action. He paused, then smiled slightly: "Yaoyao is so generous?"
Ying Zijin said calmly, "Not everyone has that."
There are only a few people who are truly good to her.
Fu Yunshen's eyelashes fluttered, and he smiled gently: "Thank you, Yaoyao."
He knew these medicines were anything but simple.
At least within the ancient medical community in China, there are only a dozen or so people who can refine it.
Even a single grain is priceless and unavailable.
But she gave it to me without saying anything, and it was a whole bottle.
Fu Yunshen neither asked nor investigated.
Everyone has their own secrets, and he is no exception.
**
Three days later.
Qingzhi Middle School.
Except for the senior students who returned to school early on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, the first and second year students started school today.
Morning self-study starts at 7:15, but by 6:40, the elite class for the second year of high school is already full.
This year, as they graduate from high school, they will be in their final year of high school, and they cannot afford to slack off in the slightest.
But one spot is still empty.
That spot was in the most inconspicuous corner of the classroom, next to a trash can. The desks and chairs were covered in dust and had many messy footprints.
When the students on duty were on duty, they intentionally or unintentionally ignored this place.
Several boys were looking in that direction, whispering among themselves.
"Do you think she's too scared to come?"
"I think it's possible. Anyway, she'd be wasting her time coming here. The full score is 750, and she only got 387, which will drag down our class average."
"Exactly. If I were her, I wouldn't feel comfortable staying in the gifted class any longer."
In a gifted class, what kind of student is most looked down upon?
You get what others can't get without giving anything in return.
They have the best resources, yet they're not ambitious.
There are only fifty people in the elite class. Ying Zijin has taken up one spot, which means that the fiftieth person in the grade cannot get in.
Ying Feifei sat in front of these boys.
She heard these words, nudged the student in front of her, and lowered her voice: "Zhiwan, what do you think your aunt was thinking? Why did she insist on sending an adopted daughter to the gifted class?"
Zhong Zhiwan was reading a physics book when she heard this and smiled faintly: "I don't know what my aunt is thinking, but she was able to get into the gifted class thanks to Teacher Ying."
Ying Luwei is a specially appointed music teacher at Qingzhi Middle School, and she occasionally teaches students as well.
"Teacher Ying is too good to her, isn't she?" Ying Feifei said unhappily. "This way, even if she doesn't do well on the exam, she won't be expelled from the gifted class."
No one wanted Ying Zijing to leave; she was simply holding them back.
Zhong Zhiwan closed the book and said calmly, "Expelling her from the elite class, isn't that simple?"
Yao Yao isn't a top student, she's a scholar, and she's about to unleash her slaughter mode.
You might not believe it, but Newton studied alchemy. The earliest alchemy was similar to turning lead into gold, which later evolved into a panacea.
(End of this chapter)
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