Chapter 106: 104 Continuous Falling Off the Horse [1 Update]


    Lu Fang instantly reveled in schadenfreude, deliberately saying loudly, “Did you hear that, the teacher wants you to go stand at the back as a punishment.”


    This public sssted two hours in total, and it had only just started a few minutes ago.


    Standing as a punishment, and in front of all the second year high school students at that, Ying Zijin was now utterly embarrassed.


    With her bottom-of-the-barrel academic level, what kind of question could she do?


    She wanted topete with Zhong Zhiwan?


    She didn’t even consider whether she was qualified enough.


    In the amphitheater ssroom, nearly a thousand students were present, and the noise grew louder and louder.


    “Quiet!” The old professor mmed his hand on the table, visibly angry, “This student, either youe up and solve this problem, or you stand at the back.”


    A few boys from the Elite ss who were on good terms with Lu Fang all had the look of someone enjoying a good show.


    Students from both regr and key sses also joined in themotion, moring noisily.


    Under the watchful eyes of all, Ying Zijin stood up.


    Xiu Yu wanted to hold her back, but she stopped him with a raised hand.


    However, she didn’t head toward the back of the ssroom. Instead, she walked towards the ckboard.


    “…”


    A moment of silence fell upon the ssroom, which was then followed by an even greater uproar.


    Among the noise, many voices came from the Elite ss.


    “No way, no way, even a dunce dares to solve problems on the ckboard now?”


    “Tsk, tsk, it’s because back when she was in our ss, the teachers didn’t bother with her even when she was sleeping; no wonder she got kicked out of the Elite ss.”


    “I think ss 19 suits her very well, trash with trash, right in a trash heap.”


    Jiang Ran raised his head, picked up the chemistry book in his hand, and hurled it directly at the Elite ss student who had made that remark.


    His eyes bore a hint of red as he sneered, “Shut your dog mouth.”


    A few students immediately fell silent.


    There were plenty of people to provoke, but Jiang Ran was not one of them.


    Jiang Ran had restrained himself at school, but outside it was a different story entirely—he was a true tyrant.


    He had a fiery temper and with a mysterious power behind him, most students preferred not to cross him.


    Especially since Jiang Ran was a ck belt in Taekwondo—if he truly got angry, he would beat someone up.


    Zhong Zhiwan bit her lip, watching Jiang Ran stand up for Ying Zijin, and felt terrible inside.


    She just didn’t understand.


    Ying Zijin was just a pretty face, with nothing much else to her name. Why did it seem like everyone around her started to revolve around Ying Zijin?


    Xiu Yu held his forehead, speechless: “What kind of luck does Daddy Ying have? So many people have little schemes, but why do they all solely target her?”


    Right beside them, another student had already fallen into a deep sleep, even snoring loudly.


    The old professor didn’t even see it. It was like seeing a ghost.


    “Sister Yu, you just don’t understand, huh?” The younger brother had a look of mysterious wisdom, “The books say, powerful people are always remembered. Daddy Ying is so fierce, so it’s her they’re fixated on.”


    “Brilliant exnation,” Xiu Yu gave a thumbs up, “To think the wise one was beside me all along.”


    The younger brother: “…”


    He suspected Sister Yu was mocking him, but he had no proof.


    **


    In front of the ckboard.


    Ying Zijin picked up a piece of chalk, and took a step back.


    Her phoenix eyes were half-narrowed, looking at the problem the old professor had written on the board.


    It was a principle problem on chemical reactions, asking for the rate of chemical reaction. It was content from Module 4 of chemistry electives for high school.


    But quite evidently, the problem touched on university-level chemistry concepts and was way beyond the sybus.


    Since the old professor had retired from a university, the difficulty of his questions was naturally high.


    Zhong Zhiwan was also looking at the problem, her brows slightly furrowed but soon smoothed out again.


    The problem was easy for the students in the Elite ss, but Ying Zijin couldn’t possibly solve it.


    Specially tailored tests were always given to the Elite ss, expanding into university-level knowledge.


    But Ying Zijin’s intelligence was not up to par, and she spent most of her ss time sleeping. What could she have possibly learned?


    With this thought, the frustration Zhong Zhiwan had felt from the Art Festival and also at Old Master Zhong’s ce finally dissipated.


    One second, two seconds…five seconds passed, and Ying Zijin still stood with her chalk, motionless.


    Seeing this, Lu Fang scoffed, “Can’t do it yet still making a fool of yourself up there. Pretty thick-skinned.”


    Ying Zijin raised her hand and wrote a string of numbers on the ckboard.


    3.479mol/(L·min)


    After writing down the answer, she put the chalk down and returned to her seat.


    With this answer, the murmuring voices grew even louder.


    “What kind of nonsensical number is this? If you’re making it up, at least make it a whole number, right?”


    “Goddess Zhong had only just written the form and hadn’t calcted it yet, and here she is writing the answer? Really ying it up.”


    “This student is correct.” The old professor adjusted his sses, his tone bing amiable, extremely satisfied, “But please note, next time it would be better to write down the steps as well, otherwise the other students won’t understand.”


    “…”


    All the mockery stopped abruptly.


    Lu Fang stiffened, disbelieving.


    Correct?!


    Zhong Zhiwan was shocked, her fingers subconsciously clutching the draft paper. Her lips pursed and her heart in turmoil.


    She had indeed written only two forms, without inputting any data, let alone calcting the answers.


    The question wasplex, requiring at least five minutes to solve.


    How could Ying Zijin have gone up and written the answer in five seconds?


    A guess?


    But it was too urate to be merely a guess.


    “All students asleep, please wake up; we’re continuing the lesson,” the old professor tapped his desk with a set square, “You should all learn from this student. Be quicker in solving problems, don’t dawdle.”


    His words made the faces of the few boys from the Elite ss, who had been mocking the hardest, flush with agitation as they buried their heads.


    But they still didn’t quite agree.


    “This question isn’t that difficult anyway, we could have solved it too, right?”


    “She must have guessed, who can calcte that fast?”


    “Just happened to guess correctly, mere good luck.” A girl bumped Zhong Zhiwan’s arm, “Right, Zhiwan?”


    Zhong Zhiwan, distracted, responded with a light smile, “No matter what, my cousin has improved, not like before when she only slept in ss.”


    “That’s called improvement?” The girl was quite annoyed, “That’s what every student should be doing, right?”


    “Don’t say that,” Zhong Zhiwan frowned, “My cousin has health issues, that’s why she falls asleep during ss.”


    The girl clicked her tongue and said no more.


    The open ss ended quickly, and the sses dispersed.


    Ying Zijin stretched leisurely, nning to get some sleep in the next self-study period to recharge.


    “Let’s go, Dudu,” Xiu Yu patted the Teacup Pig’s tail, “I’ve prepared some top-quality corn kernels for you.”


    ss 19 students also headed back.


    Just then, Lu Fang ran over breathlessly, blocking the girl’s path.


    “Ying Zijin, you can’t leave, I have something to say to you.” He spoke rapidly, fearful of being rejected, “The mid-term exams are at the end of April, and I want to make a bet with you.”


    “For the seven science subjects, you’ll take the Elite ss examination papers. If you pass even one subject, I will live-stream eating shit on campus forum, how about that?”


    Lu Fang waspletely oblivious to the fact that the moment he uttered those words, the students from ss 19 looked over at him.


    Their gazes treated him no differently than they would a fool.


    The younger brother hesitated, “What about your… is your brain okay?”


    Looking like a proper human but acting like an idiot?


    “What’s it to you?” Lu Fang ignored hisckey, sneering, “Ying Zijin, do you ept or not? If you don’t ept, you’re never allowed to bully Zhiwan again.”


    Lu Fang thought he would be ignored again.


    To his surprise, this time the girl actually stopped.


    She tilted her head, the sunlight softening her facial contours, but her face remained aggressively beautiful.


    Her phoenix eyes lifted slightly, shing with brilliance, stunningly magnificent.


    It took one’s breath away.


    Ying Zijin looked at him, her voice slowly rising, “Sure, remember to live-stream it.”


    “Daddy Ying, why did you agree to him?” Back in ss 19, Xiu Yu was still puzzled, “Normally you really don’t bother with him.”


    But she knew that although Daddy Ying appeared aloof, he was actually quite approachable.


    And if she gave Ying Zijin a cookie, Ying Zijin would gift her a newly released lipstick shade.


    “Oh.” Ying Zijin took a sip of Coke and said at a leisurely pace, “Because I quite like melodramatic scenes.”


    Xiu Yu: “???”


    “You say—” Ying Zijin pondered for a moment, “If I give my grandpa the video of him eating that stuff, won’t the repost count greatly increase?”


    Xiu Yu: “…”


    So this was the reason?


    “As long as it increases, that’s good,” Ying Zijin pressed her head, “Then I won’t have to buy reposts for the old man.”


    Who knows what Elder Zhong’s hobby is—he insists that each new Weibo post must have more reposts than the previous one, yet he doesn’t want fake followers.


    Hopefully, Lu Fang can boost Elder Zhong’s Weibo performance.


    She’d saved some money.


    Quite good.


    **


    After five days of psychological torment, Lu Zhi’s spirit was still in extreme copse.


    She spent her days in a daze from morning till night.


    Just the thought of the humiliation she suffered at Shao Ren Hospital, inflicted by Ying Zijin whom she had always looked down upon, made Lu Zhi feel as if ants were biting at her heart.


    She had interviews at other hospitals, but most didn’t want such a young practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine.


    Additionally, because she intentionally raised the price of medicinesst time, her father had taken back the pharmacy, leaving her jobless.


    The reason she did not stay in the capital was that she had not sessfully graduated from her postgraduate program.


    Lu Zhi was restless and full of regret.


    If she hadn’t tried to trip up Ying Zijin back then, could she have stayed at Shao Ren Hospital?


    But regret was useless now, what’s done was done.


    After much thought, Lu Zhi couldn’t resist and made a call to Ying Luwei.


    Ying Luwei was at the hospital taking care of Old Madam Ying. She nced at the phone and stepped outside the ward to answer, “Hello? What is it?”


    “Luwei.” Lu Zhi pressed her lips together, “Do you know who the miracle doctor you’re looking for is?”