The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 2 Gods

Zhu Xiangxiang returned to the room and turned on the mobile phone to surf the Internet. Sure enough, the entertainment headlines had been updated.

——The golden phoenix flying out of the chicken coop, or the dove occupying the magpie's nest? Decipher the road to the top of the first lady!

——The little nun turned into a wealthy daughter? Where does the fake daughter go?

The exaggerated and eye-catching title is paired with a candid photo of Ming Jing's back, and a few black photos of Zhu Xiangxiang, and the bloody storm kicked off.

People who eat melons like to watch rich gossip the most. Realistic scriptwriters and screenwriters like true and false daughters can't write it up. Zhu Xiangxiang was blackened into carbon.

Zhu Xiangxiang can guess who did it, but what is important now is not these things. Netizens scold her a few times and she can't lose her flesh. The harder she scolds on the Internet, the more pity her family will feel for her, and this is exactly what she wants.

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In the evening, during the family dinner, Ming Jing came down from the stairs, and when Lin Qing saw her bald head, her nose almost crooked.

Grandma Zhu had warned her before that she couldn't scold anyone, so she ordered the nanny to go out and buy a wig and come back quickly. She couldn't stand it for a moment.

Grandma Zhu pulled her to sit beside her. This was Zhu Shaodan's position before. Zhu Xiangxiang took a silent look and sat down on Lin Qing's right.

Grandma Zhu took a look at her bald head and said with a smile, "Blessed are the round heads that are smart."

Ming Jing smiled slightly: "I accept your good words."

Grandma Zhu patted her hand, and Ming Jing had an extra exquisite silver lock in his hand, "Grandma gave you a meeting gift."

Ming Spiegel is as good as others, "Thank you grandma."

The elders can't deny it.

The nanny has been serving the dishes, and the table is full in the blink of an eye, with all kinds of delicacies, everything you can expect.

"I don't know what you like to eat. I suffered so much in the past. Let's see if the child loses weight, so I will make up for it in the future." Grandma Zhu looked at Ming Jing with distressed eyes.

Grandma Zhu looked around and said in a deep voice, "Shaodan hasn't come back yet?"

"I said that the light in the restaurant tonight is particularly dazzling. It turns out that there is an extra big light bulb." The boy's disdainful and sarcastic voice came from outside the door, and in the blink of an eye a handsome boy walked in with his hands in his pockets.

He was about fifteen years old, thin and tall, wearing a yellow and white baseball jersey, with tinfoil ironing that scumbags love most, handsome facial features, and a high-spirited look.

It's just that the eyes staring at Ming Jing are quite unfriendly at the moment, "Our family doesn't run an orphanage, don't bring back any cats or dogs."

"What are you talking about? This is your sister Mingjing." Grandma Zhu scolded in a deep voice.

Zhu Shaodan rolled his eyes: "I don't have a sister who is a nun. I only have one sister, and that is Zhu Xiangxiang."

Grandma Zhu was so angry that she wanted to hit him with a cane, but Lin Qing, who was protecting the calf, hurriedly stopped him: "Shaodan doesn't like it if he doesn't like it, why force him, sit down and eat."

"I don't eat at the same table as a nun." Then he put his hands in his pockets and went upstairs.

"This child is becoming more and more outrageous." Grandma Zhu cursed a few words and patted the back of Ming Jing's hand.

"Shao Dan's nature is not bad, but he was spoiled by us. After a long time, he will know that you are good."

Ming Jing lightly patted Grandma Zhu on the back to give her comfort, and said lightly: "Irrelevant people are not worth wasting your mind."

Grandma Zhu sighed, she could see clearly that from the time she came to this house, no matter whether she was good or bad, the child had no mood swings, and she really brought out the four elements of a monk to the extreme.

She's obviously just a pretty girl.

The meal was neither salty nor bland, Lin Qing answered the phone when it was almost finished, and after hanging up, glanced at the bright mirror who was eating quietly.

"The school has arranged for you. I will report the day after tomorrow. It is the same school as Xiangxiang, but your foundation is too poor. You can only start from the first year of high school. I don't expect you to study as well as Xiangxiang. You can just have a mixed diploma. I wish my family Will support you forever."

Zhu Xiangxiang said happily: "Mom, don't worry, with me here, Xiangxiang will not be bullied."

"That's great, Ding Spiegel, we can go to and from school together in the future." The smile on Zhu Xiangxiang's face is so sincere, it's touching to watch.

Looking at the silent mirror again, the bald head is too dazzling. Compared with the generous and generous Zhu Xiangxiang, the scale in the hearts of the people here is once again biased.

Does Der Spiegel care what these people think? After eating, she went back to her room.

She came to wish the family a mission, not to act filial piety, sisters and sisters to them.

Walking into the bathroom, looking at the face in the mirror, there is no part that is not delicate, no part is not perfect, it is a level that even the genetic mutation of Zhu's family can't reach.

With the current status, it is not a good thing to look too good.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, "Miss, I bought a wig."

I didn't know which style Ding Jing liked, so the nanny bought five of them, five styles.

Ming Jing glanced at it, picked the most common short hair, with thick bangs, covering the girl's smooth and full forehead, looking dull and dull.

The nanny couldn't help but reminded: "This long straight hair is the most suitable for the young lady. The young lady looks so beautiful with a bald head. Wearing this wig must be more beautiful."

Ming Jing glanced at her lightly, and the nanny felt a little horrified. I don't know why, this new lady is obviously kind-hearted, but when her eyes glanced over, she felt like she had nothing to hide from. It's really strange. Strange.

"I put these four wigs in the cabinet for the lady. She can wear whichever one she wants. It is more refreshing to change it every day."

Ming Jing nodded in response, sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated, falling into silence like an old monk in meditation.

The nanny Xiaoying took a few sneaky glances, her slender figure glowed with a holy radiance under the light, as if even taking a second look would be sacrilege.

After silently chanting Amitabha in her heart, Xiaoying left quickly.

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Shengde High School is the best aristocratic high school in the city. The students enrolled are either rich or noble. In order to increase the enrollment rate, the school director spends a lot of money to poach top students. Most of these top students come from poor backgrounds. The second generation of rich people are rich in art, and the second generation of rich people also look down on these top students who are fake, high-spirited and really poor.

Especially after Lin Helong was forced to drop out of school last month, the two camps were even more incompatible.

The first year of senior high school is usually the rocket class, the top student class, the second, third, fourth, and fifth classes are experimental classes, the ordinary student class, and the sixth, seventh, and eighth classes are parallel classes, which are the gathering places for the rich second-generation who are idle, ignorant and ignorant.

Ming Jing was assigned to Class 8, which was the class with the most scumbags, people hated dogs.

The arrival of a transfer student did not cause any waves in the class, at most it caused a small ripple.

Ming Jing obediently went to the seat designated by the teacher and sat down. The girl at the same table was a cheerful round-faced girl who smiled enthusiastically, "Hi Ming Jing, my name is Tao Xing Xing."

Ming Jing put away her schoolbag, took out her textbooks, turned her head to look into her eyes, and smiled slightly: "Hello."

The girl in front of her looked extremely ordinary, but her eyes were so beautiful, containing a kind of open-mindedness that could not be described in words.

Be tolerant to diversity, tolerance is a virtue.

Tao Xingxing, who is excellent in Chinese, found a suitable adjective in an instant.

That's what it feels like.

Opening the textbook, Ming Jing looked at the densely packed text on it, and his thoughts drifted away quietly.

How long has it been since I sat in the classroom like this and studied with peace of mind?

Picking up the pen, Ming Jing smiled. After many years of worshiping the Buddha, his state of mind has long been detached. At this moment, his fingertips still couldn't stop trembling.

The girl sat quietly, and the noisy environment around her didn't affect her at all. She seemed to be shining with a holy light, and her gentleness was inconceivable.

Tao Xingxing was dumbfounded.

She saw God.