The Mysterious Heiress: Researcher In Disguise

Fu Zhi walked out of the classroom with his mobile phone, and made a WeChat call from the group.

The group voice call was connected quickly, and she reached out to put the earphone cable on her face, and the disturbing voice almost pierced her eardrums.

The voice over there was very messy, "Did you get hacked?"

"She still remembers that we have a small group?"

"Why don't you talk? I was hacked by account hacking."

"Is she not a hacker?"

"It's not impossible for a horse to stumble"

"Teacher? Are you there? Are you squeaking?"

"Don't make noise, talk to someone alone." Fu Zhi went to the bathroom, put the phone on the black marble table, turned on the faucet and washed his hands.

The headphone cable was lazily hanging halfway in the air, making her voice a bit hazy.

The group fell silent for a moment.

Then in the next second, after almost a long wait, Bai Ji's excited voice came out: "Teacher, have you finally remembered your WeChat password?"

When he said this, he was a little bit aggrieved, and complained, "I'll take care of the QQ group matter for you and you haven't looked for me anymore. Do you know how long you haven't taught us? It's all three Years and three months!"

Fu Zhi turned off the faucet, flipped through the phone pages randomly with one hand, and laughed, "It's been more than three years?"

Bai Ji said "hmm" with some complaints, "What kind of secret experiments are you busy with in City A? If you tell me, everyone can help you!"

"There is no experiment," Fu Zhi said, "Just go to school and prepare to work hard for the college entrance examination."

Bai Ji: "..."

hehe.

This joke is so funny.

For a moment, Bai Ji had the feeling that a full-level boss went to Xinshou Village to slaughter dogs to waste time.

"Forget it, just don't say it if you don't want to say it." Bai Ji looked at the expression on his face squarely: "But, teacher, is there something you want to call this time?"

"Ah, this," Fu Zhi went out from the bathroom, and when he returned to the corridor, he said unhurriedly, "Let He Ming, Chen Xin and the others come to City A in a moment, the final exam is coming soon, and the children in the class are not here yet. People take it."

****

When Fu Zhi returned to the class, Song Fang, who has a strong recovery ability, was leading the students in the class to sort out the notes of various subjects.

It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. Song Fang's life motto is very simple.

--there's always a solution to any problem.

The last self-study class in the afternoon passed quickly.

The evening school bell rang.

After Zhou Zihuai finished speaking about the physics problem, he came down from the podium and walked to Fu Zhi with a not-so-new exercise book in his hand, "I checked, and the worst subject in our class is mathematics. They were all around 138, but I never passed 130 in the final exam."

Fu Zhi was flipping through the books in the seat.

There are a lot of messy gadgets in her desk and schoolbag, most of which are of little value and are basically broken copper.

Hearing this, he threw the small badge he had just drawn to one side, raised his head, and said in a clear voice, "Is the math problem for the final exam difficult?"

This is of course not difficult for Fu Zhi, but Zhou Zihuai is not friendly to such a body shape, "Do you know Hu Lei? He came back from Cambridge University abroad. When he gave math problems a few years ago, he was a domestic college entrance examination. The two years with the highest probability of jumping off a building."

After a pause, "Although he is not allowed to write questions in order to avoid the jumping rate, well-known mathematics questioning teams all over the world like to follow his tricky style."

Fu Zhi searched for the questioner named Hu Lei in his mind.

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't think of anything, and I had no impression at all.

This person should not be a student she ever took care of, Fu Zhi waved his hands casually, "It doesn't matter, everything should be based on the direction of the college entrance examination questions."

****

Meanwhile, the other side.

Director Liu took a flashlight and successfully arrested two students who fell in love with each other in the small woods behind the school. After writing down the names in the notebook, he snorted coldly, "Let your parents come to the school tomorrow! I don't know if you dare to come to the school after the final exam." Kissing/mouthing in a grove? It’s just a decadent world and moral decline!”

The captured couple trembled.

Director Liu took out his motorcycle keys from the office.

After saying hello to the doorman, he rode on his beloved small motorcycle.

A hearse on a small pink motorcycle flashed to the gate of the school.

A black nanny car also stopped.

A man wearing a long black coat descended from above, with a golden spectacle frame on the bridge of his nose, with a scholarly air, as gentle as jade.

The little motorcycle yelled twice.

Director Liu turned out the leather gloves in the bag, and when he was putting on the gloves, he glanced casually, then paused.

Because Class 21 was late after school, Ma Mingquan had to accompany him.

At this moment, Ma Mingquan's small bicycle was blocked by a small electric donkey.

"Director Liu, what's the matter? Are you going?" He saw that Director Liu seemed to be petrified in the wind.

Director Liu smacked his mouth, then turned his head mechanically, saw Ma Mingquan, thought for a while, waved quickly, and lowered his voice, "Well, do you think he looks like Chen Xin?"

Chen Xin, as the teacher who set the questions for the college entrance examination in the past two years, is nothing more than a synonym for 'pervert', 'unconventional way', and 'tricky' in the students' mouths.

Some students called him mean and inhuman, but few students really paid attention to Chen Xin's private life, including what he looked like.

But the teachers in No. 1 Middle School are different. City A, although it’s not as well-developed as the capital city, is somewhat famous. Two years ago, the Education Bureau organized the director and excellent teachers of No. 1 Middle School to go to Beijing to listen to Chen Xin’s lectures. class.

But there is one thing to say, Ma Mingquan, as a teacher in the physics group, doesn't pay much attention to the teacher who gives the Chinese test papers.

But Xiao Liu is different. As the director of the school, he has to listen to all directions and see all directions.

Chen Xin's face doesn't have too many features, the main thing is the scholarly air on him.

Let people never forget.

Naturally, Ma Mingquan would not remember a Chinese teacher. He looked at it carefully for a moment, "I don't know if it looks like it, but it's not as standard as me and Fu Zhi. It's just a popular face."

Director Liu: "..."

Absolutely, but there is no need to insult Fu Zhi all the time.

It's just that when it comes to the face of the public, Director Liu is not sure again, and he has only met Chen Xin once.

For a boss like Chen Xin who has given questions for the college entrance examination, how many aristocratic schools in the capital are trying their best to invite him to give a big lecture at the school, even if it is good to pour some chicken soup, but they don't bother at all!

How could such a boss come to No. 1 Middle School in City A?

Impossible, but if maybe...

Thinking about it, Director Liu raised his mobile phone, and was about to take another photo to go back for comparison. However, the man who was standing there got back into the car at some point.

The nanny car drove away slowly.

****

Chen Xin and his group's plane was late, and he didn't get in the way of Fu Zhi at school, so he sent a message to Fu Zhi after returning to the car, asking if she had time to come out.

The reply over there was naturally extremely slow.

Several men sitting in the car were staring at Chen Xin's mobile phone, except for one man leaning on the back of the car seat, who lifted the blanket in front of him casually, and said in a cool tone, "When will I start making up lessons? My Experimental research cannot be delayed for too long."

His tone was cool, full of impatience.

Chen Xin put down his phone, and lifted the frame of the mirror, "I need to contact the school to prepare the venue first, and..."

"I don't care how you prepare," Chen Xin's words were interrupted by Hu Lei, and the man's sharp-edged face showed anger, "I only promise you to help you teach seven classes to the students of No. 1 Middle School. As for your promise Mine, recommend me an excellent mathematician to discuss knowledge with me, and I hope you will do what you say, don't fool me with rubbish, or you will know the consequences!"

The atmosphere in the car froze for a moment.

"Naturally." Chen Xin still looked like a good old man, "I have already contacted Principal Ouyang. If you are tired, I will take you back to the hotel first."

Hu Lei nodded irritably.

The nanny car soon stopped at the entrance of a five-star hotel near No. 1 Middle School.

Hu Lei opened the car door, as if he couldn't bear it, he walked out of the car directly.

The door was slowly closed.

With a bang, Qian Man knocked down the cup in his hand, "What's his attitude? Trash? Who is this trash calling him trash? Chen Xin, did you hear that? He actually insulted our master, you just stopped me doing what?!"

After a pause, he kicked on the back of the car seat, "If it weren't for him, would our plane be delayed and our meeting with the teacher be delayed? He is very good after returning from studying abroad? My teacher is Fu Zhi, should I tell the world? I said, I should call the teacher out to frustrate him!"

"You're so excited."

Chen Xin patted Qian Man on the shoulder, "It's too troublesome to call out the teacher and slap him in the face. When he goes to teach, he will naturally know the difference between him and the teacher."

"Better!"

****

The next day, No. 1 Middle School in City A.

Since some good classes were unwilling to borrow the notebooks of Class 21, this matter has basically become a hot topic that everyone in the school tacitly understands.

It seemed that they wanted to borrow Bai Jihe Ming's new questions from the good students of Class 1. Walking around the campus now, anyone with a discerning eye could see that many classes were keeping a distance from Class 21.

Even the students in the first and second grades felt that Class 21 was holding a heart-wrenching script.

After dinner and tea, several people gathered in a group, talking about the unwiseness of class 21 and class 1 fighting against each other, losing important notes, and predicting the results of the exam.

Especially during the morning reading, the representatives of a class represented by Xiang Yushen and Xu Tongtong sent a small half of the copied exercise books to Class 3 to Class 18 respectively.

All classes expressed their gratitude one after another and invited several class committee members from class one to have dinner.

When Xiang Yushen and his group went back, Xu Tongtong's eyes were crooked with a smile, "With this relationship, let alone Class 21 can't borrow a good notebook to copy, even the final exam, the grades of our classes depend on it." After the exercise book is upgraded, it will be difficult for Class 21 to beat Class 19!"