Half of it is on top, half of it is on the bottom, and the middle part is on the table.
There were even wood chips falling.
“…”
The entire cafeteria fell silent in an instant, as if all the noise had been taken away by the chopsticks.
Jiang Ran had been keeping an eye on Ying Zijin, so it was impossible for him not to see it.
His hand loosened unconsciously, and the flip plate he was holding fell to the ground with a clang.
The food on the plate spilled all over my little brother.
I didn’t shout this time because I was already stupid.
Not only was he dumbfounded, but all the students who saw this scene were dumbfounded.
It's like seeing a ghost.
Zhong Zhiwan looked at the chopsticks that were only half an inch away from her plate, her mind buzzing: "..."
She looked at Ying Zijin in disbelief, her lips trembling.
If the chopstick flew off by a little, it would not have stuck into the table, but...
Zhong Zhiwan didn’t dare to think further. His school uniform was completely soaked with cold sweat and his breathing was disordered.
Her body kept shaking and she didn't even have the strength to stand up.
The girl next to him was also frightened and pulled Zhong Zhiwan's sleeve.
No one saw how the chopstick flew out of the girl's hand.
But that doesn't matter.
The important thing is, how did Ying Zijin stick a wooden chopstick into the table?
The cafeteria remained deathly silent, with all eyes focused on the girl.
Ying Zijin picked up a new pair of chopsticks and found a seat by the window.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Ran glanced around and sneered, "Haven't you seen enough? Do you want me to dig out your eyes and put them in front of you to look at them?"
The students immediately looked away and started eating frantically.
Jiang Ran raised his chin and finally felt a little better.
It seems that he still has the authority as the school bully.
Xiu Yu took a bite of the apple and sat down.
As if she hadn't come back to her senses, she said with difficulty after a few seconds: "Dad Ying, you just..."
"Nothing." Ying Zijin picked up some green vegetables with chopsticks and said calmly, "I forgot to stop."
She needs to change that because her grip is too strong.
Xiu Yu suddenly felt that the apple in his mouth had no taste.
He forgot to hold back and stuck a chopstick into the table.
If you really put in some effort, breaking a hammer should be easy, right?
She suddenly felt a little scared.
Xiu Yu looked at the girl, thoughtfully.
Anyone who can exert power to this level, even if he is not an orthodox ancient martial artist, will have some connection with ancient martial arts.
But after the arrival of the 21st century, ancient warriors rarely appeared.
Xiu Yu didn't know whether it was related to the rapid development of technology.
Several ancient martial arts families that were once prosperous in the imperial capital have basically all retired.
Jiang Ran can only be considered as someone who has just started practicing ancient martial arts, not an ancient martial artist.
Because the method of cultivation is improper, the internal strength in the body will be disordered, which in turn affects the temper and emotions, so medicine is needed to assist.
There are too few real ancient martial artists.
Not everyone can enter the world of ancient martial arts, which is even more mysterious than the world of ancient medicine.
Xiu Yu can be sure that their father Ying must be related to Gu Wu.
Maybe there is a master from the ancient martial arts world.
But she didn't ask.
Whenever she saw Jiang Ran being humiliated, she would be very happy and could even chat with Sister Huaping.
Thinking of this, Xiu Yu regained his appetite and ate another big apple.
——
Three thirty in the morning.
It was late at night, even the nightingales were singing.
Fu Yunshen opened his eyes and woke up on the bed in the single apartment.
He lay there in silence for about five minutes before slowly getting up.
There were faint bloodshot veins in the pair of enchanting peach blossom eyes.
He didn't know how many times he had had this nightmare. Even after three years of deep hypnosis treatment, he still couldn't escape this nightmare.
Every time I close my eyes, I see blood.
The sounds of explosions, gunshots, and screams lingered in my ears.
It is also a past that he cannot escape.
Fu Yunshen poured a glass of water and walked to the balcony.
In the distance are brightly lit buildings. Shanghai has always been a city that never sleeps.
The cell phone rang at this moment.
The caller is Nie Yi.
Fu Yunshen raised his eyebrows, but still answered the call: "Hello?"
"Yun Shen, I've returned to the capital." Nie Yi said in a low voice, "The matter has not been resolved yet. Please take care of Nie Chao for a while longer."
"Yeah." Fu Yunshen pressed the corner of his eye, a little helpless, "You have to call me late at night for something like this?"
Nie Yi was silent for a moment before he spoke again: "No, it was Xue Sheng who told me that your emotions were fluctuating too much, and she was afraid that you would do something extreme."
Yu Xuesheng was the psychologist he hired specifically for Ying Zijin, and was ranked second on the nok hypnotist list.
Fu Yunshen responded indifferently.
His emotions are monitored.
This was his own request to prevent any accidents.
After all, he almost lost control once.
"Yun Shen, you—" Nie Yi paused, "Are you okay?"
"Nothing, I'm used to it." Fu Yunshen chuckled, "I just feel that life is tiring sometimes."
Nie was silent.
I don’t know how to answer.
"It's okay, I'm hanging up." Fu Yunshen didn't say much, "Remember to pay for your brother's food. He really eats a lot."
Without waiting for Nie Yi to say anything else, he hung up the call.
After pondering for a few seconds, Fu Yunshen opened WeChat.
[Yaoyao, what do you want for breakfast? I’ll bring it to you on my way. 】
After Fu Yunshen sent the message, he put down his phone.
It's four o'clock in the morning and normal people are sleeping.
But just a few seconds after he sent the WeChat message, the reply came.
【Not picky about food.】 】
A few seconds later, the second WeChat message came.
[Are you having a nightmare?] 】
Fu Yun was stunned.
After a while, he replied lazily.
[What a clever kid!] Why aren’t you sleeping so late? Although you have a lot of hair and are naturally beautiful, you still need to take good care of your body. 】
As soon as this sentence was sent, a video call came in.
Fu Yunshen paused, then clicked the answer button.
The girl's bare face appeared on the phone screen.
She was wearing a nightgown, her long hair falling on her shoulders, her eyebrows and eyes dyed light gold by the hazy moonlight outside the window.
Obviously she had just woken up, and her voice was still low and hoarse.
"You have trouble sleeping. I'll bring you some medicine tomorrow. Take it before breakfast, lunch and dinner every day. A course of treatment is seven days."
After a pause, Ying Zijin continued, "If you have a nightmare, it's best not to be alone."
Fu Yun's eyes were determined.
He really didn't expect that the kid called him on video just to say this.
In the past, no one had ever told him not to be alone because of his nightmares.
"Brother got it. Go to sleep, kid." Fu Yunshen leaned back, his eyelashes fluttered, and he smiled, "If you don't sleep now, I will have to go to your side and tuck you into bed."
The video call was hung up immediately.
He didn't even have time to react.
Looking at the black phone screen, Fu Yunshen raised his eyebrows, curved the corners of his lips, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
Sure enough, he is still that ruthless kid.
——
the next day.
Qingzhi Middle School.
Principal's office.
The principal is reviewing recent events at the school.
As a principal, he needs to understand the real situation of the students instead of just listening to the one-sided words of the director or teacher.
The door was opened at this time.
The person who walked in was He Xun.
He Xun nodded and said, "Principal."
"Teacher He is here." The principal pushed up his glasses and said, "Sit down."
He Xun sat down.
"It's early April now." The principal flipped through the calendar. "The first interview at Norton University is at the end of May."
He Xun nodded: "Not bad."
If you want to enter Norton University, you need an invitation letter sent by the school personally.
Without an invitation letter, even the top scorer in the college entrance examination cannot enter Norton University.
But this is for external use.
Internally, Norton University will organize three interviews.
Only students who graduated from Norton University are eligible for the interview.
This is also the reason why Qingzhi hired He Xun at a high price.
Because of He Xun, Qingzhi has the qualifications to enter Norton University.
If just one student were admitted to Norton University, Qingzhi would immediately be among the top high schools in the world.
He Xun has a total of three interview qualifications.
Although it was small, the principal was already very satisfied.
"I've thought about it, and here's how it is." The principal thought for a moment and said, "Two interview qualifications are reserved for the international class, and the remaining one is for the top grader. Teacher He, what do you think?"
"The president's decision is naturally very good." He Xun had no objection, "But Norton University doesn't just look at grades."
In fact, he didn't know much about it, after all, his academy was only D-level.
According to his mentor, students from the S-level academy are considered true Norton University students.
When he asked, his mentor said it was confidential and he was not qualified to know.
He Xun still doesn't know what level he needs to reach to be able to enter an S-level academy.
"That's it." The principal nodded. "I remember that Teacher He knows someone from the Royal Academy of Arts in Ozhou."
He Xun understood: "The principal asked me to go to Norton University and meet those top students in the senior year art class?"
"Not bad." The principal said, "But you may need to bring another one. Ying Zijin did very well in this art festival. I think she can give it a try."
The Royal College of Art in Europe is also one of the world's top universities.
He hopes that every student can have the best future.
He Xun refused without even thinking about it, and said coldly: "I'm sorry, Principal, I don't think this is necessary."
The Royal Academy of Arts of Europe also requires academic performance. With Ying Zijin's level, what can he do if he goes there?
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