The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1281

Chapter 1281: 623 Defying Heaven Classmate (three updates)

Kidnapping someone and it turns out to be a classmate, who then recognizes you—this is truly a large-scale social death scene!

Gu Jiao didn’t understand how he had recognized her?

Though she hadn’t worn a mask, she had smeared a pound of wall plaster on her face; how could this not have covered her face?

What’s more, from start to finish inside the carriage, he seemed to have never looked up at her.

"Sit."

Teacher Jiang said.

All the students sat down.

Gu Jiao and her desk mate also sat down.

It was now that Gu Jiao finally understood the sense of familiarity that came from Young Master Qingchen. Wasn’t it Mu Qingchen written on the fish talisman last night?

"Where is my fish talisman?" Mu Qingchen asked, taking out a book.

"Threw it away." Gu Jiao said.

That was evidence, after all. She had thrown it away before exiting the inner city, in case she was stopped and searched by the soldiers as she left the city; would she deny it, or not?

"I knew it." Mu Qingchen said.

Gu Jiao glanced at his waist and unsurprisingly saw a new fish talisman.

Gu Jiao didn’t believe it was the same one she threw away because she had thrown it into the brothel’s latrine; someone of his status surely wouldn’t pick something up from a latrine.

Without shifting his gaze, he looked toward the teacher lecturing in front and said, "Why? Want to snatch it again?"

Gu Jiao sat up properly, the very picture of a studious pupil, as if she hadn’t heard a word he was saying.

Gu Jiao felt him glance at her with the corner of his eye a couple of times, but adhering to the powerful belief that if she wasn’t embarrassed, then others would be, she proudly managed to not get distracted once throughout the entire class.

But indeed, it was thanks to Young Master Qingchen that their table became the focus of the entire Mingxin Hall, even Teacher Jiang sending over glances filled with surprise, joy, and pride every now and then.

So this gentleman must really rarely attend classes to cause such a stir.

Could there be some basic principles in life? If he didn’t come regularly, he should have just continued not coming—why start coming the moment she came?

It surely couldn’t be that he had recognized her as a new student of Mingxin Hall on the carriage yesterday and decided to come today especially for revenge.

After giving it some thought, Gu Jiao felt the likelihood of that was zero.

It was their first meeting on the carriage yesterday; the fact that he remembered her and recognized her today was somewhat plausible, but to say he guessed it yesterday night was preposterous.

He wasn’t a monster.

The entire morning comprised of Teacher Jiang’s lessons.

Gu Jiao was absolutely certain she hadn’t heard a single word, nor had the Young Master Qingchen beside her.

Yet the two of them managed to put on the air of top students whose awesomeness was off the charts.

After the morning classes ended, Mu Qingchen left amidst a chorus of envy and flattery.

Gu Jiao also planned to pack her things and find Gu Xiaoshun, but just as she was about to get up, six young classmates, around twenty, surrounded her with ill intent.

Several of them stood in front of her quite arrogantly, one with a square face even lifting his foot as if he wanted to put it on her desk.

But perhaps remembering that the desk also belonged to Mu Qingchen, his foot awkwardly froze mid-air for a moment before resentfully retreating.

The square-faced man said imperiously, "My name is Wu, from Yan Country. I hear you are a Zhan Country lad. In this day and age, even a lowly person from an inferior country is qualified to sit beside Young Master Qingchen? Step aside for me now!"

"Exactly! Someone like you doesn’t deserve to share a desk with Young Master Qingchen!"

"Overestimating yourself!"

There was a chorus of agreement as if Gu Jiao had committed an unforgivable crime, but on second thought, it wasn’t Gu Jiao who wanted to share a desk with Mu Qingchen. It was Mu Qingchen who, with so many empty seats, insisted on squeezing with her.

Did Mu Qingchen come over to help the poor because he saw her all alone?

Clearly not.

He had effortlessly drawn a lot of hatred her way without shedding blood.

"Zhong Ding." Gu Jiao spoke.

Zhong Ding, who wasn’t far away pretending to be blind, flinched and, under immense pressure, walked over to Gu Jiao.

"Wha-what’s up?" he asked quietly.

"Does hitting people count as a demerit?" Gu Jiao asked.

Zhong Ding answered with a trembling voice, "It-it counts, why do you ask?"

Gu Jiao said regretfully, "What a pity."

Then, resting her elbow on the desk and her hand against her cheek, she looked at them and said, "Fine, I’ll clear the space for you."

The group was collectively taken aback.

Just like that she’s giving in?

Not even putting up a fight?

How pathetically lacking is the satisfaction o

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The group started arguing heatedly. Gu Jiao leisurely packed away the books and, with an air of nonchalance, stood up and left through the back door.

Zhong Ding watched the six people about to come to blows and then turned to see Gu Jiao making her graceful exit, his face a picture of confusion.