The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32: 030 Brother will do the duty with you

Editor: Henyee Translations

After learning that Ying Zijin got into the Elite Class through the backing of the Ying Family, He Xun looked down on her even more.

He really didn’t have any favorable impression of her.

As for English oral skills?

This was the most basic ability of Verdant students.

Teacher Deng was taken aback by these words, but then remembered something.

She had gone to O continent for a week of academic exchange and had asked He Xun to cover for her classes.

When she got back, she heard from students in the Elite Class and International Class that when He Xun asked the simplest questions, Ying Zijin couldn’t even answer them, it was the kind that she couldn’t understand at all.

Sometimes, she would even doze off in class.

He Xun didn’t say anything during class, but everyone could see he was angry.

Teacher Deng sighed and hesitated, “This child actually has it tough…”

When teaching students, she usually prescribed remedies specific to the problem.

Moreover, studying indeed related to talent, not everyone is good at English and math.

On this, He Xun did not offer an opinion, remaining indifferent, “But she took resources she wasn’t entitled to.”

Without Ying Zijin, that spot in the Elite Class would have belonged to the student ranked fiftieth in the grade.

After all, the Elite Class was allocated top teaching resources, which even key classes couldn’t compare with.

He Xun stopped talking; he was looking at a document covered with dense English text.

But upon closer inspection, this English was different from normal English.

It was Middle English, used between 1150 to 1500.

Compared to modern English, the grammar of Middle English was more complex

And because it absorbed many French and Latin vocabulary, it was even more difficult.

The red text on the document was He Xun’s annotations; he had looked up a lot of material but had only translated a portion.

Now, very few people understand Middle English, even natives of Y country don’t use it anymore.

Finding someone who knows Middle English is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

He Xun rubbed his temples and set the document aside, then took out the International Class textbook, and began preparing for class.

**

Perhaps because of the morning’s English class, Lu Fang and Ying Feifei were much quieter and didn’t bother Ying Zijin anymore.

On the first day of school, all the discussion was about the test papers. Ying Zijin looked at her scores for six subjects and didn’t feel much.

She knew why it was like this.

Although she hadn’t fully regained consciousness before and her memory and abilities weren’t there, her IQ was still there; it wasn’t bad enough to get such poor results.

However, because she was under the pressures of the wealthy family circle, and was occasionally called to give blood transfusions to Ying Luwei, she had no freedom like a puppet on strings.

She couldn’t even keep up physically, let alone study properly.

With poor exam results, Zhong Manhua would get even more angry, and over time, it turned into a vicious cycle.

Ying Zijin’s expression was indifferent as she packed the papers into her backpack.

No wonder her temper had become so bad; it was the oppression she had suffered since coming to the Ying Family for a year.

She wasn’t mentally twisted, considering what she had been through, that was already good.

“Zhiwan, let’s go,” Ying Feifei deliberately raised her voice before stepping out of the classroom, “Let’s go see your grandfather.”

Zhong Zhiwan’s grandfather, that is, Zhong Manhua’s father. _{freёwebnoѵel.com}

A foster daughter like Ying Zijin certainly had no right to see him.

But Zhong Zhiwan’s expression changed.

Ying Feifei didn’t know, but she was very clear.

Although she hadn’t seen him many times, only twice in fact, Old Master Zhong had been very kind to Ying Zijin, almost completely bypassing her.