The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150: 146 The Ying Family is about to fall【3 more】

Although the first-year high school students were aware of the mid-term exams a few days ago, they hadn’t experienced the public Q&A session, and with an academic building separating them, they naturally weren’t clear on the details.

At most, they knew there was an Academic God in the second year, who was very good-looking, and people lined up everyday to the second-year Class 19 could stretch down to the first floor.

As a prominent figure in the second year, Ying Luwei obviously couldn’t compare to her, given that she had already taught them music appreciation classes several times.

Ying Luwei paid great attention to her public image outside and marketed herself as someone exemplifying tranquil days.

So, even if she was busy each year, she would always teach a music class when first-year students just entered the school, establishing her gentle appearance in their minds first, and then maintaining the frequency of one class per month.

In the second year, due to Ying Zijin’s influence, Ying Luwei’s influence had significantly decreased.

The third-years, preparing for college entrance exams, simply had no time for music classes.

Originally, the second-year students also liked Ying Luwei very much, but now, whether it was the Elite Class or other classes, they no longer showed their past warmth towards her.

Ying Luwei did not expect Ying Zijin to show up here; she paused for a moment, then smiled, “Isn’t Xiao Jin in the second-year academic building? Why did you come here?”

Ying Zijin ignored her, not giving her an extra glance.

“Xiao Jin, wait a minute!” Ying Luwei wouldn’t miss this opportunity and hurriedly called out to the girl.

Her gaze shifted and then noticed Wen Tinglan, her eyebrows slightly creasing.

This young man, she seemed to have seen him somewhere before.

“Let me introduce everyone, this is my niece,” Ying Luwei turned back with a good temper, “and your senior sister in the second year. I taught her piano, and if you want to listen in the future, you can also find Xiao Jin.”

Upon hearing this, the first-year students didn’t seem to react right away.

“Teacher Ying, she learned piano from you?” The boy who spoke up for her earlier was even more indignant on her behalf, “Then I am really curious about what kind of Immortal piano this student can play that she would even call the teacher trash.”

From the last semester until now, they had attended five music appreciation classes with Ying Luwei.

Students of this age hadn’t usually attended a true top-level piano concert, so naturally, they regarded Ying Luwei’s piano skills as the highest standard.

“Isn’t there a saying, ‘blue is extracted from the indigo plant but is bluer than it’?” Ying Luwei didn’t get angry, she just smiled, “Xiao Jin has a strong ability to learn; she can even achieve first in her grade. That her piano is better than mine, as her aunt, is not—”

She hadn’t finished her sentence when she was interrupted.

“Auntie, don’t be so affectionate when you call me,” Xiu Yu sneered, “We all know how you treated Daddy Ying, and we aren’t blind.”

Pointing at Ying Luwei, she directly addressed the first-year students, “Do you know what your Teacher Ying has done? Suffering from hemophilia with a rare blood type, unable to find a blood source, she and her fiancé conspired to find a living blood bank.”

“There, this living blood bank, is standing right before you. If it weren’t for—”

Xiu Yu’s smile was mocking, taunting, “I heard that because Daddy Ying was forced to draw blood for you, he once didn’t even have the energy to teach classes, and you’re still teaching her piano? Are you forcing her to go without rest?”

“Saying you’re trash is not just about your piano being trash; you’re trash through and through.”

“…”

The music classroom was deadly silent, and the students were all shocked; disbelief was their predominant emotion.

The phrase ‘living blood bank’ sounded cruel just by listening to it.

They looked at Ying Luwei, their eyes filled with novelty as if seeing her for the first time, and the warmth they used to have for Ying Luwei gradually faded.

Ying Luwei had not expected that this matter would be brought up again, especially in front of so many students.

Under their scrutinizing gazes, her blood flowed backward, rushing into her head with a buzzing sound, nearly making her unstable.

Ying Luwei’s lips were trembling, her complexion pale, “You, you….”

The boy who had spoken on Ying Luwei’s behalf was also shaken. He pursed his lips but still retorted firmly, “This is just your side of the story, how would we know if it’s true or not? Didn’t she say that Teacher Ying’s piano was trash? Let her come up and play then.”

“You expect me to do it just because you said so, who are you?” Jiang Ran came over with hands in his pockets, “It’s 2022, and there are still people with such thinking? Suppose I don’t like the bread from the shop in Punan, do I have to go and bake for them?”

Jiang Ran’s reputation as a school tyrant wasn’t only known among the first-years, but also clearly to the three years of junior high.

Now, the boy no longer dared to speak.

“Xiao Jin, your aunt has already apologized to you for this matter, and it also can’t all be blamed on me; at that time, our family was too anxious.” Ying Luwei endured the humiliation, “In a few days, it’ll be my concert. Could you come? I have prepared a spot for you, right in the first row.”

As if she had been waiting for this very sentence, Ying Zijin stopped.

She tilted her head slightly and gave one word in response, “Okay.”

“If that’s not possible, it’s also not—” Ying Luwei hadn’t expected the girl to agree outright and was momentarily taken aback, “Xiao Jin, you agreed?”

Ying Zijin, however, didn’t answer again. She took out a bag of milk from her backpack, threw it to Wen Tinglan, and left.