The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106: 104 Continuous Falling Off the Horse [1 Update]

Lu Fang instantly reveled in schadenfreude, deliberately saying loudly, “Did you hear that, the teacher wants you to go stand at the back as a punishment.”

This public class lasted two hours in total, and it had only just started a few minutes ago.

Standing as a punishment, and in front of all the second year high school students at that, Ying Zijin was now utterly embarrassed.

With her bottom-of-the-barrel academic level, what kind of question could she do?

She wanted to compete with Zhong Zhiwan?

She didn’t even consider whether she was qualified enough.

In the amphitheater classroom, nearly a thousand students were present, and the noise grew louder and louder.

“Quiet!” The old professor slammed his hand on the table, visibly angry, “This student, either you come up and solve this problem, or you stand at the back.”

A few boys from the Elite Class who were on good terms with Lu Fang all had the look of someone enjoying a good show.

Students from both regular and key classes also joined in the commotion, clamoring noisily.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Ying Zijin stood up.

Xiu Yu wanted to hold her back, but she stopped him with a raised hand.

However, she didn’t head toward the back of the classroom. Instead, she walked towards the blackboard.

“…”

A moment of silence fell upon the classroom, which was then followed by an even greater uproar.

Among the noise, many voices came from the Elite Class.

“No way, no way, even a dunce dares to solve problems on the blackboard now?”

“Tsk, tsk, it’s because back when she was in our class, the teachers didn’t bother with her even when she was sleeping; no wonder she got kicked out of the Elite Class.”

“I think Class 19 suits her very well, trash with trash, right in a trash heap.”

Jiang Ran raised his head, picked up the chemistry book in his hand, and hurled it directly at the Elite Class student who had made that remark.

His eyes bore a hint of red as he sneered, “Shut your dog mouth.”

A few students immediately fell silent.

There were plenty of people to provoke, but Jiang Ran was not one of them.

Jiang Ran had restrained himself at school, but outside it was a different story entirely—he was a true tyrant.

He had a fiery temper and with a mysterious power behind him, most students preferred not to cross him.

Especially since Jiang Ran was a black belt in Taekwondo—if he truly got angry, he would beat someone up.

Zhong Zhiwan bit her lip, watching Jiang Ran stand up for Ying Zijin, and felt terrible inside.

She just didn’t understand.

Ying Zijin was just a pretty face, with nothing much else to her name. Why did it seem like everyone around her started to revolve around Ying Zijin?

Xiu Yu held his forehead, speechless: “What kind of luck does Daddy Ying have? So many people have little schemes, but why do they all solely target her?”

Right beside them, another student had already fallen into a deep sleep, even snoring loudly.

The old professor didn’t even see it. It was like seeing a ghost.

“Sister Yu, you just don’t understand, huh?” The younger brother had a look of mysterious wisdom, “The books say, powerful people are always remembered. Daddy Ying is so fierce, so it’s her they’re fixated on.”

“Brilliant explanation,” Xiu Yu gave a thumbs up, “To think the wise one was beside me all along.”

The younger brother: “…”

He suspected Sister Yu was mocking him, but he had no proof.

**

In front of the blackboard.

Ying Zijin picked up a piece of chalk, and took a step back.

Her phoenix eyes were half-narrowed, looking at the problem the old professor had written on the board.

It was a principle problem on chemical reactions, asking for the rate of chemical reaction. It was content from Module 4 of chemistry electives for high school.

But quite evidently, the problem touched on university-level chemistry concepts and was way beyond the syllabus.

Since the old professor had retired from a university, the difficulty of his questions was naturally high.

Zhong Zhiwan was also looking at the problem, her brows slightly furrowed but soon smoothed out again.

The problem was easy for the students in the Elite Class, but Ying Zijin couldn’t possibly solve it.

Specially tailored tests were always given to the Elite Class, expanding into university-level knowledge.

But Ying Zijin’s intelligence was not up to par, and she spent most of her class time sleeping. What could she have possibly learned?

With this thought, the frustration Zhong Zhiwan had felt from the Art Festival and also at Old Master Zhong’s place finally dissipated.

One second, two seconds…five seconds passed, and Ying Zijin still stood with her chalk, motionless.

Seeing this, Lu Fang scoffed, “Can’t do it yet still making a fool of yourself up there. Pretty thick-skinned.”

Ying Zijin raised her hand and wrote a string of numbers on the blackboard.

3.479mol/(L·min)

After writing down the answer, she put the chalk down and returned to her seat.

With this answer, the murmuring voices grew even louder.

“What kind of nonsensical number is this? If you’re making it up, at least make it a whole number, right?”

“Goddess Zhong had only just written the formula and hadn’t calculated it yet, and here she is writing the answer? Really playing it up.”

“This student is correct.” The old professor adjusted his glasses, his tone becoming amiable, extremely satisfied, “But please note, next time it would be better to write down the steps as well, otherwise the other students won’t understand.”

“…”

All the mockery stopped abruptly.

Lu Fang stiffened, disbelieving.