True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

After knowing that Ying Zijin was relying on the relationship of the Ying family to enter the elite class through the back door, He Xun was even more despised.

He really didn't like her at all.

As for spoken English?

This is the most basic ability of Qingzhi students.

Teacher Deng was stunned by these four words, but remembered one thing.

She went to O continent for a week of academic exchanges, so she asked He Xun to help her take the class.

When I came back, I heard from the students of the elite class and the international class that He Xun asked the simplest question in class, but Ying Zijin couldn't answer it, and he couldn't understand it.

Sometimes, I even fell asleep in class.

He Xun naturally didn't say anything in class, but everyone could see that he was angry.

Teacher Deng sighed and hesitated: "This child is actually quite difficult..."

Teaching students, she generally prescribes the right medicine.

And learning is indeed related to talent, not everyone is good at English mathematics.

In this regard, He Xun did not express an opinion, and remained indifferent: "But she has taken up resources that she should not take up."

Without Ying Zijin, the position in the elite class would belong to the 50th grade.

After all, the elite classes are equipped with top-level teacher resources, and even the key classes cannot be compared.

He Xun didn't speak anymore, he was reading a document with dense English on it.

But on closer inspection, these English are different from normal English.

This is Middle English, used between 1150 and 1500.

Middle English has a more complex grammar than modern English

It is even more difficult because of the absorption of a lot of French and Latin vocabulary.

The red letters on the documents were comments made by He Xun. He checked a lot of materials, but only translated one paragraph.

There are too few people who understand Middle English now, even the native residents of Y country, no one uses it.

Finding someone who speaks Middle English is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

He Xun rubbed his temples, put the documents in his hands aside, took out the textbooks for the international class, and started preparing for the lesson.

**

Xu is because of the English class in the morning, Lu Fang and Ying Feifei have become more honest, and they don't have to go to Ying Zijin anymore.

The first day of school was all about the papers, Ying Zijin looked at his scores in the six courses, but he didn't feel anything.

She knew why this happened.

Although she hadn't fully woken up before, and her memory and ability were not there, her IQ was still a bit, so she wouldn't be so bad in the test.

However, because she was under the pressure of the wealthy circle, she was also called from time to time to give Ying Luwei a blood transfusion. Like a marionette, she had no freedom at all.

I can't keep up with my physical fitness, let alone study hard.

If the test scores are poor, Zhong Manhua will be even more angry. If things go on like this, it will become a vicious circle.

Ying Zijin looked pale and put the papers in the schoolbag.

No wonder her temper became bad, it turned out to be because of the oppression she suffered during the year she came to Ying's house.

She didn't change her mind, that's fine.

"Knowing late, let's go." Before leaving the classroom, Ying Feifei raised her voice deliberately, "Let's go see your grandfather."

Zhong Zhiwan's grandfather is also Zhong Manhua's father.

Ying Zijin was an adopted daughter, so she was definitely not qualified to see her.

Zhong Zhiwan's expression changed.

Ying Feifei didn't know, she knew very well.

Although he hadn't met a few times, but only twice, Mr. Zhong treated Ying Zijin very well and almost passed her over.

Remembering the words that no one took seriously in the morning, Zhong Zhiwan paused, and glanced at the girl lightly: "Let's go."

There is no evening self-study in the elite class. After school, the students all study their own way.

Ying Zijin glanced at the time and was ready to leave.

Before going out, he was called to be a member of the life committee.

"Ying Zijin, it's your turn today, there's not much rubbish on the first day, just wipe the blackboard." He hesitated, then whispered, "In the morning, I saw Lu Fang put the The basin is on the door, you...you should be more careful recently."

When Ying Zijin heard the words, he nodded slightly: "Thank you."

"No, no thanks." The life committee member hurriedly avoided the girl's sight, with a blush on his face, picked up his schoolbag and ran away quickly.

Ying Zijin thought for a while and decided to give Fu Yunshen a message first.

After sending WeChat, she rolled up her sleeves, took out a rag from under the podium, and went to the bathroom.

It got dark very early in March, and after going back and forth for a few minutes, it was completely dark outside.

From the corridor, you can see the low sky.

The buildings are hidden in the dark clouds that change with the wind, the long street is full of traffic, and the crowd is like a sea tide, flowing through the entire city.

Ying Zijin stood quietly for a while before returning to the classroom.

Once inside, she stopped.

The tall man leaned in front of the window, and thousands of lights were reflected in his light amber pupils, which were brighter than the galaxy.

Fu Yunshen heard the footsteps, he straightened up, turned around, his peach blossom eyes curled up: "Yaoyao."

Ying Zijin frowned slightly: "Didn't you say you don't have to wait for me?"

He was always busy with a lot of things, so he didn't need to take care of her all the time.

"It's all right." Fu Yunshen put one hand in his pocket and smiled, "Brother, I've been busy recently, so I'll accompany you on duty."

With that, he took the rag from her hand and wiped the blackboard skillfully.

Ying Zijin was silent for a while, she sighed, went to the back, picked up the broom, and started sweeping the floor.

Ten minutes later, the two finished cleaning the bathroom.

Fu Yun flicked the ash on his shirt deeply, squinting his peach blossom eyes: "Well, it's pretty clean, let's go."

It was half past seven when I came out.

"Let's have a meal." Ying Zijin took out his phone and opened the app, "Then I'll go home."

Home, of course, refers to the place where Wen Fengmian lives.

Fu Yun chuckled lightly: "Listen to you."

While searching for a nearby restaurant, a surprised shout rang out in my ear: "Miss Ying!"

Ying Zijin turned back.

"Thorn-"

A black Maybach suddenly stopped in front of her, and the window on the passenger side rolled down.

**

At the same time, the road crossed.

Zhong Manhua had just come out of the Century Center shopping store. She had just called the driver to pick him up. When she looked up, she saw a girl in a green school uniform standing in front of a car, bending slightly.

Next to him is Fu Yunshen, a well-known dude in Shanghai.

Zhong Manhua frowned in displeasure, and was about to step forward and take Ying Zijin away.

"Manhua." On the side, Mrs. Mu noticed, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Zhong Manhua immediately withdrew his gaze, just wanting to leave quickly.

She didn't want Mrs. Mu to see this scene, and it was rumored that her daughter Zhong Manhua somehow seduced the young master of the Fu family.

However, Mrs. Mu had already looked over.

Zhong Manhua's heart skipped a beat and went to pull her: "Mrs. Mu, let's go first."

Mrs. Mu didn't move. She looked at the black Maybach and froze there, unable to recover.

That seems to be...

Mu Heqing's special car.

English is like this: Old English - Middle English - Modern English, gradually simplified