Shenhao: The real daughter earns tens of billions a day, and she cried with envy

Wen Shu didn't know how much effort Chen Panxia had put in trying to punish her. Her recent study progress was a bit slow. She planned to find a private tutor for weekend tutoring. She had to master all the knowledge points of the three years of high school within one year.

When the get out of class bell rang, the teacher walked out of the classroom, Wen Shu raised his head and pinched the neck of pantothenic acid.

There is a 15-minute break between classes, which is enough time for students to go to the toilet, or sit in their seats to let their minds go for a while.

Wen Shu flipped through the pages of the book, wrote down what the teacher said just now, and consolidated it at home.

"I said I want to drink lemon tea, what do you mean by buying me black tea?" Pan Qian scolded angrily, causing all the students in the class to look over.

Wen Shu was also curious, and found a plainly dressed girl standing at the door, holding an iced black tea in her hand, at a loss, "The lemon tea is sold out, I'm afraid you will be thirsty and buy your favorite black tea."

Pan Qian folded her arms with a cold face, "I don't know where to find it when it's sold out, I don't, want, or drink this black tea today!"

Wen Shu saw that the girl's tears were about to fall, and a boy in the corridor shouted: "What are you pretending to do, there's only 15 minutes between classes, you have the ability to find you!"

"I can't understand her snarky look."

"Bully her sister when she has nothing to do, and be jealous of her good grades."

Pan Qian panted heavily, turned her head and yelled at those who spoke, "None of your business! Also, she is not my sister, but a pet of the family." Her tone was extremely contemptuous.

Yang Jiajia was worried that when the teacher came over, Pan Qian would not be able to eat good fruit, so if she came over and pulled him away, it would be considered as a step down for her.

Sure enough, Pan Qian didn't struggle and was dragged back to her class position. Yang Jiajia ran to the door again and took the black tea from the girl's hand. Because of Pan Qian, she didn't even dare to say a word about her hard work, and hurried back to her class.

The girl held back the tears in her eyes, bowed her head and returned to her class.

Wen Shu was very curious, what did it matter, it's a pity that she was isolated here.

Pan Qian sat down and was still puzzled, "The adopted one is a white-eyed wolf, calling her sister, and she doesn't know how to scold me in her heart. Buying a lemon tea is so much trouble, I can't believe that there is no such thing out there!"

Hearing the word adoption, Wen Shu looked up, only to find that Pan Qian scolded her while looking at her.

Wen Shu: "?"

Chen Panxia's left arm directly occupied the table in the back seat, and she smiled lazily in Pan Qian's direction, "No, orphans should stay in the orphanage, not even her parents. Isn't that a good explanation?"

After speaking, he looked at Wen Shu and gave him a contemptuous look provocatively.

At this point, Wen Shu understood that she must have investigated her past and found out that she was an orphan and adopted.

Do you want to suppress her with this?

Does this world discriminate against orphans?

Thinking of the indescribably huge amount of property he had inherited, Wen Shu turned his eyes down and continued to study.

Seeing that she didn't seem to be affected, Chen Panxia's face was gloomy, Pan Qian also gradually calmed down, and finally drank the bottle of black tea.

15 minutes passed quickly, this is a math class.

The teacher was eloquent on the podium, while Wen Shu concentrated on writing back and forth in books and notebooks.

Suddenly, a classmate across the road threw a note over, and it just landed on Wen Shu's pen tip.

Thinking back on the isolation of the whole class, Wen Shu didn't even want to throw it back, her movements were smooth and smooth without a trace of procrastination.

Seeing this situation, the classmate who threw the ball of paper widened his eyes, then turned his head back and forth to look for the ball of paper that was thrown away, and turned around to talk to someone if he couldn't find it.

"What are you doing?"

When the teacher's ghostly question came, the students who threw the ball of paper slowly turned their heads and buried their heads in silence.

A class just passed by, and when it was lunch break, Wen Shu got up and went to the school gate to get the meal he had ordered.

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Wen Shu doesn't eat in the cafeteria, but there should always be a place to eat.

She took the bag and went to the cafeteria to find an empty seat, took out the food boxes in the bag and arranged them one by one. According to her request, the restaurant had a wide variety of dishes but a small amount to avoid waste.

There are all kinds of vegetarian and meat soups, and you can chew and swallow slowly, and eat only [-]% full each time.

It was hot at noon in summer, and a gust of hot wind came from behind with the smell of sweat. Someone put down the food plate and sat opposite her.

The person who came was an ordinary-looking, tall and thin boy.

"Wen Shu, do you recognize me?" the boy asked her with a confident smile.

Wen Shu's eyes were cold, and his face was full of displeasure. The smell from this guy's body kept wafting towards her due to the close distance.

She was half full after eating, but she completely lost her appetite after being smoked like this, so she packed up the food and prepared to leave.

The boy's expression froze, and he still wanted to talk for some reason.

"I'm in the same class as you. I'm in the last row. My name is Tian Hao. You may not recognize everyone in the class when you first came."

Wen Shu ignored the whole process, let him talk to himself, poured the leftover food into a box, and carried the bowl towards the trash can.

After disposing of the garbage, Tian Hao left without even looking at it, which caused a lot of discussion among the surrounding people.

After finishing lunch, I can only go back to work. Wen Shu has been concentrating all morning, and he will be a little tired, so he just lies on the table and squints for a while.

Not all students will take a break, many get together to chat and laugh.

"Look at this, classmate Wen Shu, my name is Tian Hao, and I want to get to know you." The student who was reading deliberately pinched his throat and said in a strange tone.

"Hahaha! Tian Hao? Do you want to be so vulgar?"

"Let's not even mention that Tian Hao is a good match for Wen Shu."

"Tch, Tian Hao's family is like that. Last time I saw his mother, she was quite old. It cost a lot of money to send him here."

At this time, they seemed to have forgotten the matter of isolating Wen Shu, and they discussed it here without restraint.

Wen Shu, who wanted to take a break, frowned, stood up and said coldly: "If you Sichun want to talk about gender issues, don't get involved with me. If you continue, I will report the situation."

Pan Qian put her hands on the table and got up, "Why, your name is on the note."

"Did I write it?" Wen Shu's eyes became colder and colder.

"You didn't write it, but you were mentioned." Pan Qian shrugged indifferently.

Wen Shu picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the paper, crumpled it up and threw it to them, "Come on, let's continue the discussion on this topic."

A classmate picked it up and unfolded it, and there was a big line on it: Is the IQ of the person with a broken mouth within the normal index?
A group of people were about to have a seizure, Wen Shu raised the internet and turned it to the loudest to play what they were talking about just now.

"If you want more people to bully less people, that's fine, then wait to be reported."

The content of this passage can be regarded as being bullied by the school, and there must be punishment.

Tian Hao, another character they were talking about, appeared at the door, "Standing for everything."

Wen Shu smiled contemptuously, "They laughed at your mother for being old."

After speaking, sit back and continue to rest on your stomach.

After that, the group of people stopped talking about her and stopped talking about her.

But Wen Shu could feel the gaze on him.