The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141: 138 Chapters in Minutes with Zhiwan [1 Update] _{freewёbnoνel.com}

Zhong Zhiwan specifically marked the words “real name.”

She did this to draw high attention from the school authorities.

She didn’t believe Ying Zijin could achieve such a score, and it wasn’t just her; surely no one in the school believed it either.

The difficulty of the Elite Class’s 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?

Wasn’t that just handing someone a handle to attack her with?

She was really clueless.

She couldn’t 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 couldn’t speak, each burying their heads in their books to study hard.

“Zhiwan, don’t be sad,” the girl sitting next to her said, turning to comfort Zhong Zhiwan, “If they adjust the scores, you’ll have 730 points and the top spot will still be…”

She didn’t finish her sentence. It was too awkward to say it out loud.

If the scores were really adjusted, Ying Zijin’s score would blow past the perfect 750.

What was Zhong Zhiwan’s 730 in comparison?

The girl saw the change in Zhong Zhiwan’s expression and hurried to remedy the situation, “Zhiwan, one test doesn’t mean everything. Besides, who knows if Ying Zijin cheated, your strength is well known to everyone.”

“Stop it,” Zhong Zhiwan bit her lip forcefully and looked down, “Class is about to start.”

The girl didn’t 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 room’s 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, “Have some porridge first, now that you’re awake.”

“I’m fine,” Ying Zijin said, sitting up for a few seconds before taking the bowl, “Thank you.”

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 hadn’t 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 body’s vitality.

“What’s wrong?” asked Fu Yunshen, noticing her lack of further movement, his peach-blossom eyes narrowing slightly. “Doesn’t it taste good?”

Had his cooking skills deteriorated?

“No, it’s delicious,” Ying Zijin paused, then let out a light sigh, “It just reminded me of some things from the past.”

“Who?” Fu Yunshen’s eyebrows raised, his tone slowing, “Your good friend?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s not in Shanghai City?”

“No, she’s far away.”

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.

“It’s alright, once you’ve fully recovered, I’ll take you to find her,” Fu Yunshen raised his hand and then just gently patted her back, “We’ll find her.”

“No need,” Ying Zijin continued to drink the porridge with a spoon, and after a few sips, softly said, “Knowing she’s well is enough for me.”

“That’s not acceptable,” Fu Yunshen replied lightly, “You need to see for yourself.”

After he finished speaking, he stood up, and couldn’t help but ruffle the girl’s hair, “Take good care of yourself, little friend.”

“Don’t go to school these few days. Your health is what’s important. Put studies and everything else aside for now.”