True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

"..."

In a word, the classroom was quiet again.

The classmates couldn't help but glanced at the corner again, and at this look, the voices of rebuttals were all swallowed back in their stomachs.

The girl sat there quietly, the sun dyed her brows and eyes pale gold.

There is no deliberate embellishment, but it is inadvertently beautiful and breathtaking.

Is this kind of beauty really something that people can have?

To say that God is beautiful is degrading.

Ying Feifei was so angry: "Do you dare to say this in front of Xiaoxuan?"

The classmates looked at each other, stopped talking, and began to read early.

There is only a five-minute break between the morning reading and the first class. Some students go to pick up water and some go to the bathroom.

Ying Zijin propped her elbows and looked at English elective eight in a boring way, her thoughts drifted to the time she was in country Y.

At that time, people still spoke Middle English. Modern English has been simplified a lot, and it is very fast to learn.

When five minutes arrived, the bell rang, and the first class was English.

The English teacher is a woman in her early forties, surnamed Deng.

She stepped on the bell and walked in on time, holding a stack of papers in her hand: "Everyone knows the results of the final exam, now I'll give you the papers."

"This time the question is difficult, but everyone did well in the test."

The students breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, the papers of the Qingzhi Elite Class have so perverted that the entire network mourned for them.

Just English, sometimes more difficult than IELTS.

"Zhong Zhiwan, with 123 points, first in the class." Teacher Deng said while reading the results, "...Lu Fang, 94 points, Ying Feifei..."

She didn't read the grades until the last paper left in her hand.

Teacher Deng pushed on his glasses and said in a kind voice, "Ying Zijin, come and get your papers."

Ying Zijin nodded and stepped forward.

Lu Fang was unhappy: "Mr. Deng, we have read all our grades, why don't we read her?"

When he didn't know it, Ying Zijin's English was 30 percent, which means she performed exceptionally well.

Teacher Deng smiled kindly: "If Ying classmate agrees, you can read it."

Lu Fang immediately looked at the girl and said proudly, "Ying Zijin, don't you mind letting everyone know about your grades?"

Ying Zijin took the paper from Teacher Deng and walked down.

He ignored Lu Fang completely and didn't even look at him.

Lu Fang was so angry that he went crazy.

Ying Feifei gloated: "Knowing late, I saw that she only scored 25 points in the test. It's too embarrassing, no wonder she doesn't want to be known."

Zhong Zhiwan didn't answer, pondered, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Okay, let's start talking about the question now." Teacher Deng picked up the chalk, "I'll ask someone to answer the question at any time in a while, if I can't answer..."

There was a cry from below.

Even Zhong Zhiwan only got 123 points, which shows how perverted the question is.

Ying Zijin glanced at his papers, thoughtfully.

Well, it seems that before she woke up, she was really a scumbag.

Ms. Deng is not fast in her lectures and takes care of her classmates who are weak in English, but she cannot tolerate people being distracted in class.

A chalk tip was thrown over: "Lu Fang, talk about reading comprehension 64 questions."

Lu Fang looked at the question and realized that he had made a mistake.

Moreover, he couldn't understand a single word of the topic options, and he was a little dumbfounded, sweating all over in a hurry.

Seeing this, Ying Feifei said loudly, "Mr. Deng, this question has not been done until late. It must be difficult, but I just saw that Ying Zijin wrote it correctly, and she should be asked to speak."

Zhong Zhiwan also raised his hand and smiled: "Mr. Deng, I also want to know how Ying did this question. Can I ask Ying to talk about it?"

As soon as Zhong Zhiwan spoke, many people in the class agreed.

"Yes, Mr. Deng."

"We're all curious."

This question is so difficult that no one in the class can answer it.

Teacher Deng frowned, just as he was about to say something, in the corner, the girl stood up slowly.

She took the paper in one hand, glanced at it, and opened her mouth casually.

Lu Fang and Ying Feifei, who were about to sneer, heard a string of pure and fluent English accents: "..."

Zhong Zhiwan turned his head sharply.

Ying Zijin finished the question in thirty seconds: "To sum up, choose D from 64 questions."

Teacher Deng was very surprised: "That's a good answer, that's it, please take a seat."

Ying Zijin sat down and played with his pen.

The whole body exudes the signal of "a bunch of garbage".

The whole class: "..."

Ying Feifei couldn't believe it: "Knowing late, she actually knows?"

Isn't it masked?

The smile on Zhong Zhiwan's lips condensed: "Who knows?"

At this moment, Teacher Deng asked again: "Zhong Zhiwan, do you understand?"

Zhong Zhiwan blushed hot, and she lowered her head: "Understood."

"Oh, you really disappointed me." Teacher Deng sighed, "After studying with me for so long, it's not as good as classmate Ying Zijin who came half way. When you go back, you will study hard for me."

The whole class was silent, and no one dared to speak any more.

A class ended quickly. After class, Teacher Deng called Ying Zijin up.

"During the winter vacation, did you practice speaking?"

Ying Zijin raised his eyebrows: "Well."

"That's right, it's a good start. Your foundation is a little weak, and you can't do the difficult questions." Teacher Deng said, "I'll give you some basic question sets. Are you free to go to my office at noon to get them?"

Ying Zijin didn't reject this kind offer, even though she didn't need it: "Yes."

"Work hard." Before leaving, Teacher Deng patted her on the shoulder, "Don't take other people's words to heart."

**

At noon, everyone in the classroom went out to eat.

Ying Zijin took a bite of the tomato and looked down at the WeChat message.

Her WeChat contacts were pitifully small, and only Fu Yunshen and Wen Tinglan would send her messages.

The former, recently raised her as a child, such as this one today.

【Yaoyao, did you have a good meal at noon? 】

[No, I eat tomatoes. 】

She is a picky eater.

Ten seconds later, Fu Yunshen sent a direct voice.

His voice has always been nice, low and deep, like notes jumping on the apex of the heart.

[Children, it’s been a long time since we were separated, and I’m not obedient anymore. The meal must be delicious. 】

【Oh. 】

[Okay, it seems that you have to watch your brother watch you, see you in the evening and see if our Yaoyao is thin. 】

Ying Zijin stared at these words, rubbed her head, and put the phone back in her pocket.

After the last bite of tomatoes, she got up and went to the English office.

After knocking on the door, I walked in.

Besides Teacher Deng, there was only one young man in the office.

After the door was closed, Teacher Deng turned to him and said, "Mr. He, this child gave me a big surprise today. Her spoken language is really good."

That's not an ordinary British accent, but Queen's English—a pure royal British accent.

Simply incredible.

He Xun heard the words and asked indifferently, "What's the use?"

He helped Teacher Deng teach several classes to the elite class, and he naturally knew what Ying Zijin was like.

Don't make progress, don't work hard.

He dislikes this kind of student the most.

#The male lead he broke the heart of an old father#

Queen's English: English spoken by the British royal family. Emerged in the 18th century