The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 410

Chapter 410: 382 International Finals! Please Divine Doctor [2 more updates]

Chapter 410: 382 International Finals! Please Divine Doctor [2 more updates]

Wen Tinglan also knew why Wen Fengmian would ask such a question.

Because of Norton University.

That woman was profit first, and it wouldn’t be surprising if she came looking for them after learning he had gotten into Norton University.

Wen Tinglan frowned slightly, “Dad, you mustn’t go soft on her.”

“How could I.” Wen Fengmian’s expression gradually faded, “You and Yaoyao are what’s most important, Dad understands that very well. Moreover, after what she did to you back then, I couldn’t possibly forgive her, let alone trust her again.”

As he spoke, he sighed, “It’s also my fault.”

When Wen Tinglan was five, his biological mother came back for a visit.

At that time, Wen Tinglan’s psychological disorder wasn’t particularly severe, but he had claustrophobia and didn’t like talking to strangers.

That woman didn’t know this and only felt that her son was not close to her.

In a rage, she locked Wen Tinglan in a room and turned off all the lights, then left without looking back.

As it happened, that night Ying Zijin had a fever, and Wen Fengmian carried her to the hospital in town.

Originally, he planned to take Wen Tinglan with them, but Wen Tinglan never liked hospital environments.

Left with no choice, Wen Fengmian had to trust his ex-wife.

A tiger wouldn’t eat its offspring.

No one expected things to turn out that way.

Wen Tinglan’s condition worsened from then on, and for years he didn’t speak, not even to Wen Fengmian and Ying Zijin.

For the next decade or so, that woman never came back.

Wen Tinglan hesitated, “Dad, they won’t really come looking for you, will they?”

“No.” Wen Fengmian shook his head slightly, “Don’t worry about them, let’s eat.”

Wen Tinglan picked up his chopsticks as someone knocked on the door at that moment.

Wen Fengmian looked up, “Who is it?”

Wen Tinglan was a student of an SS-grade academy, enjoying privileges not afforded to other students, and his dormitory was a single-person villa.

Usually, other than his senior brothers and sisters, no one else would come.

Today was the Chinese New Year in Hua Country, but not for others.

“I’ll go get the door.” Wen Tinglan stood up and walked over to open the door.

Then, he saw the vice-principal standing with his hands behind his back, looking very serious.

Wen Tinglan was startled, “Good day, Vice-Principal.”

“Good, good, good, I’m very well.” The vice-principal coughed a few times, “Did you talk to your sister on the phone just now?”

Wen Tinglan didn’t know why he would ask this, but still nodded.

The vice-principal rubbed his hands, “Did she, by any chance, send her regards to me?”

“No.”

The youth’s expression seemed to say, “Why would she send regards to you?”

Vice-Principal: “…”

He knew he was just a tool.

Wen Tinglan asked, “Is there anything else?”

“Yes, of course, there is.” The vice-principal looked serious, “That is, I know that in Hua Country, people play mahjong during the New Year.”

Wen Tinglan was slightly surprised that the vice-principal knew so much about their customs, and once again nodded, “That’s true.”

“You see, with just three of us, it’s not possible to play mahjong.” The vice-principal slowly pulled out a deck of playing cards from his pocket, “How about we play Fight the Landlord?”

“…”

**

The New Year passed in a flash, and by the end of February, the ISC regional contest officially concluded.

The official website posted the rankings.

Still in the first place was that mysterious overall rank one, leading by a significant margin.

Yet this top-ranked contestant had not revealed their identity or name, and the audience members who went to the Shark Live Broadcasting Platform couldn’t match this rank one with any known academic god.

They never considered Ying Zijin.

After all, any normal person who had secured a direct spot to the international contest wouldn’t bother with selection rounds and regional contests.

As Ying Zijin’s popularity continued to rise, more and more people paid attention to the ISC.

Though most people couldn’t understand the problems, a betting pool sprang up online.

It was a bet on who would rank higher in the international finals, Ying Zijin or the overall rank one.

[Place your bets, who’s stronger: the overall rank one or God Ying?]

[I’m betting on God Ying, no reason, just judging by the face.]

[Clearly the overall rank one is abnormally strong, unbeatable in speed solving. I’m betting on the overall rank one.]

In class 19, Xiu Yu looked over these comments, stroked his chin, and said, “How come there’s no option betting that you and the overall rank one are the same person?”

When Ying Zijin heard this, she took off her headphones, “Betting? Is there money involved?”