True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Zhong Zhiwan specially marked the real name.

This is done in order to attract the attention of the school.

She wouldn't believe that Ying Zijin could take this score, let alone her, no one in the whole school would believe it.

The whole network can see how difficult the papers of the elite class are.

Every year, he will be dragged to the Internet for a walk, and he will accept the admiration and worship of netizens.

Ying Zijin gets the answer, and it's fine to copy a pass, full marks?

Isn't that just to get people out of the way?

Really mindless.

Even if she doesn't cheat, she really doesn't know what Ying Zijin can do besides writing and painting.

After Zhong Zhiwan finished sending the email, he quickly put the phone in the desk with his back straight, for fear that others would find out.

Fortunately, in this recess, the students in the elite class were so beaten that they were speechless, and they were all immersed in their studies.

"Zhi Wan, don't be sad." The girl at the same table turned around and comforted Zhong Zhi Wan, "If you do the conversion, you will have 730 points, and the first position is still..."

It was embarrassing to say anything after that.

If it is really converted, Ying Zijin's score will directly explode with a full score of 750.

What is Zhong Zhiwan's 730 minutes?

When the girl saw that Zhong Zhiwan's face was wrong, she hurried to remedy: "Zhi Wan, an exam is nothing, and who knows if Ying Zijin is cheating. Your strength is obvious to all."

"Stop talking." Zhong Zhiwan bit his lip hard and lowered his head, "It's almost time for class."

The girls didn't dare to say more and took out their English textbooks.

**

The shaking in the school did not affect Ying Zijin at all.

She slept until the afternoon.

Ying Zijin sat up with her head supported, her body still a little weak.

She opened her eyes slightly, and there was a slender figure in the dimness, breaking through the dark line of sight and walking towards her.

Bright morning star.

Thinking of this metaphor again, Ying Zijin pressed his head and frowned.

Before she could fully adjust to the light in the room, her back was supported by a hand.

The warmth came through a layer of clothing.

Fu Yunshen protected her with one hand, and held a bowl with the other, his voice lowered: "Drink some porridge first when you wake up."

"I'm fine." Ying Zijin sat on the bed for a few seconds before taking the bowl, "Thank you."

There is medicinal porridge in the bowl, but the smell of traditional Chinese medicine is not strong, only a faint fragrance.

Ying Zijin picked up the spoon, took a sip, and gave it a quick meal.

Her sense of taste and smell has always been very sensitive. Even if the medicinal porridge just touched her taste buds, she also noticed that the medicinal porridge was wrong.

There is a very light rust smell, and even if it is suppressed with other ingredients, it is still not completely eradicated.

Ying Zijin lowered her eyes, her eyes fixed slightly.

Some people's blood can be used as medicine.

But this kind of blood is very precious, and if you use it, it will deplete your body.

"What?" Fu Yun saw that she didn't move any more, her peach blossom eyes narrowed, "It doesn't taste good?"

Shouldn't he, his cooking skills have regressed?

"No, it's delicious." Ying Zijin paused and sighed, "I just thought of some things from the past."

"Who?" Fu Yun raised his brows and spoke slowly, "That good friend of yours?"

"Um."

"She's not in Shanghai?"

"No, far away."

Fu Yun fell silent.

He remembered the days she spent in Qingshui County, and the year of the Ying family.

Personal freedom is a problem, let alone going to a farther place.

"It's okay, when your body fully recovers, my brother will take you to find it." Fu Yunshen raised his hand, and finally patted her on the back lightly, "I will find it."

"No need." Ying Zijin then drank the porridge with a spoon. After taking a few sips, she said softly, "I know that she is doing well enough."

"How can this be possible?" Fu Yun said calmly, "Always have a look at it in person."

After he finished speaking, he got up, couldn't hold back, and rubbed the girl's head: "Little boy, have a good rest."

"Don't go to school these days, your body is important, study and other things should be put away later."

After closing the door, Fu Yun suppressed a deep smile and turned his head: "Where is the person?"

The young man was in a daze, when he heard this, he suddenly shuddered: "Master, the basement, it's tied up."

Because of Mr. Fu's illness, they were extremely nervous all night, and Fu Yichen was also tied up overnight, still hanging upside down.

In order to prevent his head from congesting and fainting, a person was specially assigned to help him turn around.

Up to now, Fu Yichen hadn't even drank a sip of water, and was still in a dark, confined space, and everyone was about to collapse.

He had no idea where he was tied, and after being taken out of the First Hospital, the group of people put a sack on him.

I took him all the way around, and he could only vomit into the bag because of motion sickness.

Fu Yichen had not suffered this kind of pain before, but he had nowhere to ask for help, and it was useless to cry.

Just when Fu Yichen collapsed, he was let down.

The feet landed again, but the legs could not support the body.

Fu Yichen knelt on the ground with a "bang" and raised his head tremblingly.

Seeing this, he suddenly widened his eyes: "Fu Yunshen? Why are you?!"

Fu Yunshen didn't go to see Fu Yichen's tragic state and didn't respond. He tilted his head and said, "Hit."

The two bodyguards understood and immediately stepped forward with sticks in their hands.

Without any strength, he hit it firmly.

Fu Yichen let out a shrill scream.

He didn't even have time to think about why Fu Yunshen was here, he just shouted. Still very arrogant: "Fu Yunshen, you dare to hit me? If Mom and Dad find out, you will be finished!"

"Don't you just rely on your grandfather to spoil you? Without grandfather's favor, what are you? You are just a... ah!!!"

The young man covered his ears, thinking that this lion's roar technique would be fine.

"Then tell Fu Mingcheng, don't mess with me." Fu Yunshen raised his hand, patted Fu Yichen's face, and smiled softly, "Grandpa, it's my last bottom line, so I didn't touch you."

Under extreme fear, Fu Yichen failed to withstand the shock and passed out.

Fu Yunshen stood up and said lightly, "Close it for seven days, then put it back."

**

the other side.

Zhong Zhiwan was watching the discussions on the campus forum secretly, and the more he watched, the more depressed he became.

She clearly saw several posts suggesting Ying Zijin cheated, but they were quickly deleted by the moderator.

This is not a guilty conscience, what else could it be?

Zhong Zhiwan was holding the textbook, anxiously waiting.

It's been more than eight hours since she sent her report letter. Why haven't the principal and the dean of the school responded at all?

Just when Zhong Zhiwan wanted to go see it for himself, a student from the Student Union knocked on the door of the elite class classroom and shouted at her.

"Goddess Zhong, the principal asked you to come over there. There should be something important to look for you."

Zhong Zhiwan tried his best to suppress the smile on his lips, and replied lightly, "Got it."

In the principal's office, the dean of education is also there.

Seeing Zhong Zhi late come in, his face turned cold.

Zhong Zhiwan naturally noticed, and she was a little puzzled.

She is the first in the grade, and the dean of education is naturally very tolerant and fond of her. She usually greets her with a smile, but she has never shown such an expression before.

"Student Zhong Zhiwan." The principal pushed his glasses and said in a serious voice, "Why do you think Ying Zijin cheated?"

On the computer, it was Zhong Zhiwan's email.

In addition to the title, there is also a lot of writing below.

After a pause, the principal asked again, "If I remember correctly, is she your cousin?"

Zhong Zhiwan didn't answer the second question, and groaned in his heart.

When did the adopted daughter of the Ying family become her cousin?

Her name is Cousin Ying Zijin, but she just couldn't bear to break Old Master Zhong's heart.

"Principal, I have already written the evidence under the email." Zhong Zhiwan smiled lightly, "And this kind of thing, even if no one said it, it wouldn't be invisible, right?"

Everyone knows that Ying Zijin was forced into the elite class by Ying Luwei.

I often feel sleepy in class, and I take time off to leave school at every turn.

Just like this, what can you learn?

Not to mention, what a degenerate class the 19th class is.

Zhong Zhiwan pinched the palm of his hand, and said, "This time, the papers for the elite class are more difficult than before. Isn't the school's conversion factor also years of experience? That gifted senior didn't get a perfect score."

Hearing this, the principal took another look at the email and frowned even more: "Your evidence is just guesswork? If you don't have any evidence, report it, and you will be punished."

"How can this be guesswork out of thin air?" Zhong Zhiwan's smile gradually faded away, "This is well known, everyone with common sense knows it, and..."

"Enough!" The Dean of Academic Affairs on the side couldn't listen anymore, he was furious, "Zhong Zhiwan, I thought you were a student with good character and good character, but now it seems that your ability is good, and so is your jealousy. Strong."

"The paper was issued by Imperial College and sent to Qingzhi in a sealed package. Before the exam, it was never opened, and even the teacher didn't know the question. Tell me how Ying Zijin cheated? Huh?!"