After knowing that Ying Zijin had relied on the Ying family's connections to enter the elite class through the back door, He Xun despised her even more.
He did not like her at all.
As for oral English?
It was the most basic ability of Qing Zhi students.
Teacher Deng was stunned by these words, but he remembered something.
She had gone to Continent O for a week-long academic exchange, so she asked He Xun to substitute for her.
When she came back, she heard from the students of the Elite Class and the International Class that even when He Xun asked the simplest questions in class, Ying Zijin couldn't answer them. She couldn't even understand them.
Sometimes, she would even fall asleep in class.
He Xun did not say anything in class, but everyone could tell that he was angry.
Teacher Deng sighed and said hesitantly, "This child is actually quite difficult …"
When she taught students, she would usually prescribe the right medicine for the problem.
Moreover, learning was related to talent. Not everyone was good at English and mathematics.
He Xun did not comment on this and said calmly, "But she took up the resources that she should not have."
Without Ying Zijin, the Elite Class would belong to the fiftieth place in the grade.
After all, the Elite Class was allocated with the best resources. Even the elite class could not compare.
He Xun did not say anything else. He was reading a document that was filled with English words.
However, upon closer inspection, the English words were different from normal English.
This was Middle English, which was used between 1150 and 1500.
Compared to modern English, Middle English grammar was more complicated.
It was even more difficult because it had absorbed a lot of French and Latin words.
The red words on the document were comments that He Xun had made. He had looked up a lot of information, but he could only translate one paragraph.
There were too few people who knew Middle English. Even the residents of Country Y did not know how to use it.
Trying to find someone who knew Middle English was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
He Xun rubbed his temples and put the document aside. He took out the teaching materials for the International Class and began to prepare for class.
**
Perhaps it was because of the English class in the morning, but Lu Fang and Ying Feifei were more well-behaved and did not cause trouble for Ying Zijin.
The first day of school was filled with papers. Ying Zijin looked at her scores for the six subjects and did not feel anything.
She knew why it was like this.
Although she had not fully woken up and lost her memory and ability, she still had some IQ. She should not have done so badly.
However, because she was under pressure from the rich and powerful circle, she was called to give blood transfusions to Ying Luwei from time to time, she was like a marionette without any freedom.
Her physical fitness could not keep up, let alone study.
If the results were bad, Zhong Manhua would get angrier. In the long run, it would become a vicious cycle.
Ying Zijin's expression was indifferent as she put the test paper into her bag.
No wonder her temper became so bad. It turned out that it was because of the oppression she had suffered in the Ying Family for the past year.
She was not a psychopath..
"Zhiwan, let's go." Before they left the classroom, Ying Feifei deliberately raised her voice. "Let's go see your grandfather."
Zhong Zhiwan's grandfather was Zhong Manhua's father.
Ying Zijin was an adopted daughter, so she definitely had no right to see him.
Zhong Zhiwan's expression changed.
Ying Feifei did not know, but she knew very well.
Although they had only met twice, Old Mr. Zhong treated Ying Zijin very well. He almost ignored her.
Zhong Zhiwan remembered what he said in the morning that no one took seriously. He paused and glanced at the girl indifferently. "Let's go."
There was no evening self-study in the Elite Class. After school, the students went to their own classes.
Ying Zijin glanced at the time and got ready to leave.
Before she walked out, she was stopped by the committee member.
"Ying Zijin, it's your turn to be on duty today. There isn't 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 more careful."
Ying Zijin heard this and nodded slightly. "Thank you."
"No, you're welcome." The committee member quickly avoided the girl's gaze. His face flushed red as he picked up his bag and quickly ran away.
Ying Zijin thought for a moment and decided to reply to Fu Yunshen's message first.
After sending the message, she rolled up her sleeves, grabbed a rag from under the podium, and went to the bathroom.
The sky darkened early in March. After a few minutes, the sky outside was completely dark.
Looking out from the corridor, she could see the low sky.
The buildings were hidden in the dark clouds that changed with the wind. The long street was full of traffic and the crowd was like a tide that flooded the entire city.
Ying Zijin stood quietly for a while before returning to the classroom.
As soon as she entered, she stopped in her tracks.
The tall man leaned against the window, his light amber eyes reflecting thousands of lights, more dazzling than the Milky Way.
Fu Yunshen heard the sound of footsteps. He straightened up and turned around. His peach blossom eyes curved into crescents. "Yaoyao."
Ying Zijin frowned. "Didn't you say you didn't have to wait for me?"
He had a lot of things to do, so there was no need for him to take care of her all the time.
"It's fine." Fu Yunshen put one hand in his pocket and smiled. "I've been quite free recently, so I'll accompany you on duty."
As he spoke, he took the rag from her hand and wiped the blackboard skillfully.
Ying Zijin was silent for a moment. She sighed, walked to the back, picked up the broom, and started sweeping.
Ten minutes later, the two of them finished cleaning.
Fu Yunshen flicked the dust off his shirt and narrowed his eyes. "Mm, it's quite clean. Let's go."
It was already half past seven when they came out.
"Let's have a meal." Ying Zijin took out her phone and opened the app. "Then I'll go home."
Home naturally referred to Wen Fengmian's residence.
Fu Yunshen chuckled. "I'll listen to you."
As she was searching for a nearby restaurant, she heard a surprised shout. "Miss Ying!"
Ying Zijin turned around.
"Screech —"
A black Maybach suddenly stopped in front of her. The window on the passenger's side rolled down.
**
At the same time, on the opposite side of the road.
Zhong Manhua had just come out of the Century Center shopping mall. She had just called the driver to pick her up. When she looked up, she saw a girl in a Qing Zhi school uniform standing in front of a car. She was slightly bent over.
Next to her was the well-known playboy Fu Yunshen in Hu City.
Zhong Manhua frowned unhappily and was about to walk forward to take Ying Zijin away.
"Manhua." Mrs. Mu, who was standing next to her, noticed. "What is it?"
"Nothing." Zhong Manhua immediately looked away. She just wanted to leave as soon as possible.
She did not want Mrs. Mu to see this scene. If word got out, Zhong Manhua's daughter did not know what was good for her and seduced Young Master Fu.
However, Mrs. Mu had already looked over.
Zhong Manhua's heart skipped a beat. She tugged at her. "Mrs. Mu, let's go first."
Mrs. Mu did not move. She looked at the black Maybach and was stunned. She could not come back to her senses.
That seemed to be …
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