Zhong Manhua was so angry that her heart and lungs ached, her voice squeezed through her teeth: "If you don't want to go to school, then drop out and leave the elite class. Where else can you go?"
Ying Zijin didn't even look at it, and didn't bother to pay attention.
She peeled a shrimp slowly, with the words "None of your shit" written brightly between her lazy eyebrows and eyes.
Zhong Manhua was irritated and was about to lose his temper. Mr. Zhong was furious again: "Zhong Manhua, can you speak well? The upbringing of these years has fed the dog? If you can't speak, get out!"
It's like this in front of him, what will happen in private?
Zhong Manhua couldn't hold his breath, but he couldn't say anything in front of Mr. Zhong.
She simply stopped eating, put on a shawl with a cold face, picked up her coat and walked out without looking back.
"Look at her" Mr. Zhong was so angry that his blood pressure went up, and he coughed again.
Ying Zijin raised his hand and patted him on the back, and passed the cup over: "Grandpa, drink water."
"Hey." Mr. Zhong lost his temper immediately, and took it with a smile.
After finishing drinking, Mr. Zhong immediately felt his energy and blood refreshed, and his spirit improved a lot.
He didn't think too deeply, he just thought his granddaughter was really nice.
"Calm down, old man." Mrs. Zhong hurriedly smoothed things over, "Manhua has to take care of the company and take care of the children. You don't understand that she has always wanted to be strong since she was a child, but she just spoke a little too aggressively."
Mr. Zhong didn't appreciate it: "That's going to divide people. I don't even want to say something harsh to Zijin, but she is so good at talking. I haven't seen her say so much about other things."
Mr. Zhong is so kind to an adopted daughter, is this to let outsiders step on the blood relationship?
Mrs. Zhong lost her appetite after eating this meal, so she finished her meal in a hurry and found an excuse to go upstairs.
**
After dinner, Mr. Zhong called Ying Zijin into the study.
"Wu Hou, I heard about what happened in school today. If you are wronged in the future, please call me directly. Although your grandfather has retired, he is still growing strong."
"I know, thank you, grandpa." Ying Zijin squeezed his shoulder, "But you better stop calling me that, just call me by my name."
Mr. Zhong was taken aback.
Before asking, I heard the girl say lightly: "I don't really like names that other people have used."
Wan Wan was the baby name given to her by the Ying family when she was not born, but it has been replaced now.
Mr. Zhong suddenly had mixed feelings in his heart.
After a while, he sighed: "It's because grandpa didn't take good care of you."
If he had known that this kind of thing would happen, he should have taken the child to Zhong's house to take care of him himself.
It's just that he has been traveling outside for more than ten years, and he only returned to Shanghai a while ago, and found out about his granddaughter's disappearance.
Thinking of his real granddaughter suffering so much outside, Mr. Zhong felt uncomfortable.
"Your mother has that kind of temper, so don't bother with her and let her get angry alone." Mr. Zhong thought for a while and took out a card from the drawer, "Grandpa doesn't know what you young people like, so I bought it I¡¯m also afraid that you don¡¯t like it, so take this card and buy it.¡±
Ying Zijin didn't plan to use it, but in order not to upset the old man's heart, he still took it: "Did you not sleep well recently?"
"This is the problem when people are old." Mr. Zhong pressed his temple and sighed, "This man still has to obey his old age."
Ying Zijin nodded, knowing what to do.
She has been free recently, so she will refine some more medicines when she goes back.
However, Mr. Zhong's body is considered strong among his peers. If you take good care of it, you can live to a hundred easily.
"Should you stay today? You haven't been back for a long time." Mr. Zhong coughed a few times, pretending not to care, "I'll ask the driver to take you to school tomorrow."
Ying Zijin looked at Mr. Zhong who was about to rub his hands excitedly: ""
She was a little helpless: "Okay."
Even if Mr. Zhong doesn't say anything, she will stay.
"Okay, okay, tell grandpa what you need." Mr. Zhong nodded again and again, "I will take you to Fu's house later to thank that kid."
Although, he doesn't like this kid very much.
Don't come here to tease his cabbage.
Mr. Zhong sent the girl out very worriedly, and sat in the study for a whileSon, dialed a number slowly: "Hey, old man Fu, you don't care what I'm doing calling you so late, I just want to tell you"
**
In less than a day, what Ying Feifei did spread throughout the second year of high school, but most people were not interested in paying attention.
Because of Mr. Zhong's preference, Zhong Zhiwan didn't sleep well all night, and he was absent-minded when he was reading in the morning. He kept glancing at the vacant seat in the corner from the corner of his eye.
A few classmates were whispering.
"I heard that I went to the principal's office as soon as I came in the morning. I don't know why."
"I guess I still have to get out of the elite class. Our class finally has one less moth that is holding back."
Listening to Zhong Zhiwan, he finally felt better.
She put down her book, left the classroom, and was going to visit the academic building.
Zhong Zhiwan didn't know that besides the principal, there were several other teachers in the principal's office at the moment.
"You all know what happened yesterday." The principal thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I discussed with Ying's parents and planned to change her class."
Teacher Xu was taken aback for a moment: "Principal?"
The principal just said vaguely: "The elite class is not suitable."
He also has a toothache.
Many people in Shanghai crowded their heads and wanted to enter the elite class, but they didn't want to stay.
Teacher Xu understood: "It's good to change to another class. If I can keep up with the progress of my studies, the pressure will not be too great."
"That's what I mean." The principal nodded, "So I thought, let Ying go to the international class."
He really didn't dare to put Mr. Zhong's granddaughter in the ordinary class. No one could catch this old man's madness.
Although the international class is taught in English, the teaching difficulty is lower than that of the elite class, and more emphasis is placed on practice.
The students in the international class are also the children of wealthy families in Shanghai, geniuses who will go abroad for further study in the future.
He heard from Mr. Deng that the child is very good at English, especially oral English.
Hearing this, He Xun on the side finally knew why the principal called him.
He raised his head expressionlessly, his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were filled with cold indifference: "She turns around, yes, I resign."
The principal was taken aback: "Mr. He, you"
He Xun graduated from Norton University, the world's number one university. He is only 25 years old this year, and he has already obtained a professor's qualification certificate.
All the courses in the international class of the second year of high school are taught by him.
Qingzhi Middle School took great pains to hire He Xun and let him lead the international class, so that Qingzhi can have students who can be admitted to Norton University.
A professor who graduated from Norton University, a student who is not good at everything, how to choose? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com