[Breaking news! Ying Luwei entered the hospital in the middle of the night. She seems to be pregnant!]
The hot topic was right under the trending topics. She could see it as soon as she entered Weibo.
Soon, Ying Luwei's fans rushed over after hearing the news.
[Wow, is Sister getting married to our brother-in-law soon?]
[Ahhh, if Luwei is pregnant, she won't be able to watch the concert!]
[I'm looking forward to it. Luwei is so good-looking, and so is brother-in-law. Their children will be so good-looking.]
Ying Luwei and Jiang Moyuan's engagement wasn't a secret. Her fans affectionately called Jiang Moyuan brother-in-law.
Among the celebratory comments, there was always something else.
[Haha, Jiang Moyuan is blind. He actually wants to marry a big white lotus. Why? Does he want to give birth to a little white lotus? Does he want to plant flowers in the pond?]
With one sentence, two people were scolded. The fans were so angry that they were about to curse.
But because of what happened that day, the big fans were afraid of being slapped in the face again.
[The haters are here again. Sisters, don't look at the haters. The more you look at them, the angrier they get. Hurry up and report them.]
The fans were reporting the negative comments while celebrating happily in the Super Chat.
But they didn't know that at this time, Ying Luwei was going crazy. She looked at herself in the mirror, covered in rashes. She didn't even dare to cry.
"What happened?" Her manager was shocked. "What did you touch?"
Ying Luwei's voice was choked with sobs. "Nothing."
She just went back to the old mansion.
"That's strange. Even the doctor couldn't find the allergen. They can't even treat the symptoms." Her manager frowned. "I'll call Third Master and ask him …"
"No!" Ying Luwei suddenly became agitated. "I can't let Moyuan see me like this."
"Then you …" Her manager had a headache. "Okay, okay, okay. I'll contact the doctor in the capital and prepare to go to the capital to avoid it."
Ying Luwei put on the mask properly. She even had the thought of dying.
Her manager reminded her again. "Don't move your face. No matter how itchy it is, bear with it. Put on your mask for the next few days. Don't show your face."
**
On the other side.
In a cubicle of the hotpot restaurant.
The spicy aroma intensified, stimulating his taste buds.
Ying Zijin supported her chin and pointed at the picture of the spicy red soup. "I want this one."
Fu Yunshen glanced at the menu and ordered a mushroom soup pot. "You're not in good health. Eat less spicy food."
"…"
He leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Shouldn't it be your decision to treat me to a meal?"
Ying Zijin rubbed her head and reluctantly agreed. "Okay."
She would eat it herself next time.
Selecting the dishes, placing them into the wok, the service flowed smoothly.
Not long after, the heat spread out, making people feel a little warm.
The girl was holding a glass of iced cola. She seemed to be thinking about something, and there were some water droplets on her drooping eyelashes.
It was hazy and indistinct, making people think of the fog floating in the distant mountains that could disperse at any time.
It should have been a beauty that did not exist in the mortal world, but when it suddenly fell, it felt as if it was unreal.
Fu Yunshen tilted his head. "Yaoyao."
Ying Zijin came back to her senses. "Yes?"
"I remember that Qing Zhi High School will start in three days." The man looked unconcerned. "Do you need me to send you there?"
Hearing this, Ying Zijin, who was thinking about whether to raise flowers or pigs first, was speechless.
Her retirement life seemed to have ended prematurely before it could start.
It was not that she had never been to school, and she liked to learn new things.
When she was in Continent O, she had practiced alchemy with that lunatic at Norton University.
The alchemy of Continent O was the medicine refining of the ancient Hua Empire.
On the other hand, in order to make it easier for her to travel on Earth, she had studied mathematics, physics, biology, astronomy, and so on in the past 300 years.
She had also participated in the discussions held by some top scholars at that time and learned a lot from them.
But let her go to school now?
Ying Zijin found the subjects in Qing Zhi High School from her memory and thought about it.
Except for language and composition, the other subjects did not seem to be difficult.
Fortunately, she could continue to enjoy her retirement and experience the campus life of the 21st century.
"It's okay. I can go there myself." Ying Zijin shook her head. "It's not far."
Qing Zhi High School was in the Second Ring Road, and the transportation was well-developed.
"Let me know if you need my help." Fu Yunshen nodded. "By the way, Yaoyao, your medicine …"
Before he could finish his sentence, another white medicine bottle appeared in front of him.
"Upgraded version." Ying Zijin yawned. "There's more if it's not enough."
Fu Yunshen obviously didn't expect her to do that. He paused and smiled. "Yaoyao, are you that generous?"
Ying Zijin said indifferently, "Not everyone knows that."
There were only a few people who were really good to her.
Fu Yunshen's eyelashes moved and he smiled gently. "Thank you, Yaoyao."
He knew that these medicines weren't simple.
At least in the ancient medicine world of Hua, there were less than ten people who could make them.
A single pill was priceless.
But she gave him a bottle without saying anything.
Fu Yunshen did not ask about it, nor did he investigate it.
Everyone had their own secrets, and he was no exception.
**
Three days later.
Qing Zhi High School.
Except for the third-year students who returned to school early on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, the first-year and second-year students started school today.
Morning self-study started at 7: 15 am, but at 6: 40 am, the second-year class was already full.
They would be third-year students once they graduated this year. They couldn't slack off at all.
But there was one seat that was still empty.
That seat was in the most inconspicuous corner of the classroom. It was next to the trash can, and the table and chairs were covered in dust. There were also many messy footprints.
When the students on duty were on duty, they would also intentionally or unintentionally neglect this place.
A few boys looked over and whispered to each other.
"Do you think she's afraid to come?"
"I think it's possible. Anyway, it's a waste for her to come. The full score is 750, but she got 387. She pulled up the average of our class."
"Exactly. If I were her, I would be too embarrassed to stay in the elite class."
What kind of students were looked down upon the most in the elite class?
They didn't give anything, but they could still get things that others couldn't.
They had the best resources, but they didn't make any progress.
There were only fifty students in the elite class. Ying Zijin took up a spot, which meant that the fiftieth year students couldn't get in.
Ying Feifei sat in front of these boys.
When she heard these words, she poked the table in front of her and lowered her voice. "Zhiwan, what do you think your aunt is thinking? Why did she send an adopted daughter to the elite class? "
Zhong Zhiwan was reading a physics book. When he heard this, he smiled faintly. "I don't know what my aunt is thinking, but she was able to get into the elite class because of Teacher Ying."
Ying Luwei was a music teacher specially hired by Qing Zhi High School. Occasionally, she would also teach students.
"Isn't Teacher Ying too good to her?" Ying Feifei was unhappy. "This way, even if she doesn't do well, she won't be kicked out of the elite class."
Everyone wanted Ying Zijin to leave. She was too much of a burden.
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