Chapter 141: 138 Chapters in Minutes with Zhiwan [1 Update]
The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot
Zhong Zhiwan specifically marked the words âreal name.â
She did this to draw high attention from the school authorities.
She didnât believe Ying Zijin could achieve such a score, and it wasnât just her; surely no one in the school believed it either.
The difficulty of the Elite Classâs exam papers was well known to everyone online.
Every year, they were displayed on the internet for netizens to admire and worship.
Ying Zijin getting the answers and managing a pass was one thing, but a perfect score?
Wasnât that just handing someone a handle to attack her with?
She was really clueless.
She couldnât even cheat properly, and Zhong Zhiwan really wondered what Ying Zijin was good for, other than drawing and painting.
After sending the email, Zhong Zhiwan quickly tucked her phone into her desk and sat up straight, fearing that someone might notice something.
Fortunately, during the break, all the students in the Elite Class were so demoralized they couldnât speak, each burying their heads in their books to study hard.
âZhiwan, donât be sad,â the girl sitting next to her said, turning to comfort Zhong Zhiwan, âIf they adjust the scores, youâll have 730 points and the top spot will still beâ¦â
She didnât finish her sentence. It was too awkward to say it out loud.
If the scores were really adjusted, Ying Zijinâs score would blow past the perfect 750.
What was Zhong Zhiwanâs 730 in comparison?
The girl saw the change in Zhong Zhiwanâs expression and hurried to remedy the situation, âZhiwan, one test doesnât mean everything. Besides, who knows if Ying Zijin cheated, your strength is well known to everyone.â
âStop it,â Zhong Zhiwan bit her lip forcefully and looked down, âClass is about to start.â
The girl didnât dare to say more and took out the English textbook.
**
The shock within the school had no impact on Ying Zijin.
She slept until the afternoon.
Ying Zijin sat up, supporting her head, still feeling a bit weak.
She slightly opened her eyes, and through the haze, saw a tall figure breaking through the darkness, walking towards her.
Radiant Morning Star.
As she thought of this comparison again, Ying Zijin pressed on her forehead, frowning.
Before she had fully adjusted to the roomâs light, her back was supported by a hand.
The warmth radiated through the layer of clothes.
Fu Yunshen, with one hand supporting her, held a bowl in his other, his voice low and subdued, âHave some porridge first, now that youâre awake.â
âIâm fine,â Ying Zijin said, sitting up for a few seconds before taking the bowl, âThank you.â
The bowl contained medicinal porridge, but the scent of the herbs was not overpowering; it was just a faint fragrance.
Ying Zijin took a spoonful and then paused abruptly.
Her sense of taste and smell were very sensitive; even when the medicinal porridge had just touched her taste buds, she noticed something off about it.
There was a very faint taste of rust, even though it was masked by other ingredients, it hadnât been completely eliminated.
Ying Zijin looked down, her eyes steady.
Blood from a person can be used in medicine.
But such blood is precious; using it would actually deplete the bodyâs vitality.
âWhatâs wrong?â asked Fu Yunshen, noticing her lack of further movement, his peach-blossom eyes narrowing slightly. âDoesnât it taste good?â
Had his cooking skills deteriorated?
âNo, itâs delicious,â Ying Zijin paused, then let out a light sigh, âIt just reminded me of some things from the past.â
âWho?â Fu Yunshenâs eyebrows raised, his tone slowing, âYour good friend?â
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âSheâs not in Shanghai City?â
âNo, sheâs far away.â
Fu Yunshen fell silent.
He remembered her days in Qingshui County and the year with the Ying Family.
Even personal freedom was a concern, to say nothing of traveling further away.
âItâs alright, once youâve fully recovered, Iâll take you to find her,â Fu Yunshen raised his hand and then just gently patted her back, âWeâll find her.â
âNo need,â Ying Zijin continued to drink the porridge with a spoon, and after a few sips, softly said, âKnowing sheâs well is enough for me.â
âThatâs not acceptable,â Fu Yunshen replied lightly, âYou need to see for yourself.â
After he finished speaking, he stood up, and couldnât help but ruffle the girlâs hair, âTake good care of yourself, little friend.â
âDonât go to school these few days. Your health is whatâs important. Put studies and everything else aside for now.â
After closing the door, Fu Yunshenâs smile faded, and he turned around: âWhere is the person?â
The young man had been daydreaming when he heard this and suddenly jerked to attention, âYoung Master, the basement, sheâs tied up.â
Because of Old Master Fuâs illness, they had been on high alert all night; Fu Yichen had also been tied up all night, and was even hung upside down.
And to prevent his head from becoming congested and passing out, they had specially assigned someone to turn him around.
Up to now, Fu Yichen had not had a drop of water to drink and was still in a pitch-black enclosed space, on the verge of collapsing.
He had no idea where he had been taken, after being removed from First Hospital, those people had put a sack over his head.
They led him around in circles, and if he felt carsick and needed to vomit, it could only go into the bag.
Fu Yichen had never suffered like this before, but his cries for help were of no use; even crying was futile.
Just as Fu Yichen was on the brink of collapse, they let him down.
His feet touched the ground again, but his legs couldnât support his body.
Fu Yichen fell to his knees with a âthumpâ and shakily looked up.
But at that glance, his eyes widened in shock: âFu Yunshen? Why are you here?!â
Fu Yunshen did not look at Fu Yichenâs miserable state, nor did he respond; he just turned his head, âHit him.â
Two men who looked like bodyguards got the message and stepped forward, wielding clubs.
They struck him hard and fast without holding back.
Fu Yichen let out a piercing scream.
He didnât even have time to wonder why Fu Yunshen was there, just shouting. And he was very arrogant: âFu Yunshen, you dare to hit me? If dad and mom find out, youâre finished!â
âYouâre just relying on Grandfatherâs favoritism. Without Grandfatherâs doting, what are you? You are nothing but a⦠Ah!!!â
The young man covered his ears, thinking that the Lionâs Roar Skill was pretty effective.
âThen tell Fu Mingcheng not to mess with me,â Fu Yunshen said as he lifted his hand, patted Fu Yichenâs face, and let out a low chuckle, âGrandfather is my last line, and I havenât laid a finger on you lot.â
Overwhelmed by extreme fear, Fu Yichen couldnât withstand the blow and passed out.
Fu Yunshen stood up, his tone indifferent: âKeep him locked up for seven days, then send him back.â
**
Elsewhere.
Zhong Zhiwan was secretly browsing the school forumâs discussions, becoming more and more depressed as she read.
She had clearly seen several posts accusing Ying Zijin of cheating, but they were quickly deleted by the moderators.
If that wasnât a sign of guilt, what was?
Zhong Zhiwan clenched her textbook, anxiously awaiting a response.
She had sent out her report letter over eight hours ago, so why had there been no reaction from the principal and the head of academic affairs?
Just as Zhong Zhiwan was about to go and check in person, a student from the student council knocked on the Elite Class classroom door and called out to her.
âGoddess Zhong, the principalâs office wants to see you for a moment, it must be something important.â
Zhong Zhiwan struggled to suppress the smile curling at the corners of her mouth and replied calmly, âUnderstood.â
Inside the principalâs office, the head of academic affairs was also present.
Upon seeing Zhong Zhiwan enter, his expression cooled.
Zhong Zhiwan noticed this and felt puzzled.
As the top student in her grade, the head of academic affairs was naturally very lenient and fond of her, always greeting her with a smile. She had never seen this kind of expression from him before.
âStudent Zhong Zhiwan,â the principal pushed up his glasses, his voice very serious, âWhy are you convinced that student Ying Zijin cheated?â
On the computer screen was the email from Zhong Zhiwan.
Besides the title, there was a lot written beneath it.
After a pause, the principal asked again, âIf Iâm not mistaken, sheâs your cousin, right?â
At this second question, Zhong Zhiwan did not answer, but scoffed to herself internally.
Since when did the foster daughter adopted by the Ying Family become her cousin?
She only called Ying Zijin âcousinâ because she couldnât bear to hurt Elder Zhongâs feelings.
âPrincipal, I have already written the evidence beneath my email,â Zhong Zhiwan smiled faintly, âAnd such matters, even if no one speaks up, shouldnât everyone be able to see for themselves?â
It was common knowledge that Ying Zijin was forcibly put into the Elite Class by Ying Luwei.
Often dozing off in class, frequently asking for leave and leaving school.
With that kind of behavior, how could she learn anything?
Not to mention how decadent Class 19 was.
Zhong Zhiwan clenched her palm and continued, âThe Elite Class test this time was harder than before, isnât the schoolâs conversion coefficient based on years of experience? That genius senior never scored full marks either.â
At these words, the principal glanced at the email again, frowning even more tightly, âYour evidence is mere speculation? If you report without evidence, the one facing punishment will be you.â
âHow could this be mere speculation?â Zhong Zhiwanâs smile started to fade, âIt is universally acknowledged, anyone with common sense knows, and furthermoreâ¦â
âEnough!â The head of academic affairs could no longer bear to listen, his anger boiling over, âZhong Zhiwan, I thought you were a student with both good grades and character, but now I see, while your abilities are commendable, your jealousy is quite strong, too.â
âThe test was produced by Imperial Capital University, sealed and delivered to Verdant. It wasnât even opened before the test; not even the teachers knew the questions. Tell me, how did Ying Zijin cheat, huh?!â