True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 37 Ying Ziying: It’s all about your ass

  Why are you so ignorant?

  Zhong Manhua was so angry that his heart and lungs hurt, and his voice squeezed from between his teeth: "If you don't want to go to school, then drop out and leave the elite class. Where else can you go?"

  嬴子衿 didn't even look at it, and was too lazy to take care of it.

  She peeled off a shrimp slowly, and the words "It’s up to you" were written brightly between her lazy eyebrows.

  Zhong Manhua was irritated and was about to get angry. The old man Zhong was furious again: "Zhong Manhua, will you speak well? You have fed the dog after these years of upbringing? Get out if you can't speak! Get out of me immediately!"

  It's like this in front of him, what will it be in private?

  Zhong Manhua was very angry, but could not say anything in front of Mr. Zhong.

  She could only pick up the shawl in sorrow, and went out with a cold face.

   "It's fine to roll, all day long, I don't know who to show it to!" Old man Zhong was so angry that his blood pressure became high, and he coughed again.

  Ling Zijin raised his hand and patted him on the back, and handed the cup over: "Grandpa, drink water."

   "Hey." The old man Zhong died immediately and took it over with a smile.

  After drinking, Mr. Zhong immediately felt that his blood was refreshed and his spirits improved a lot.

  He didn't think about it, he thought his granddaughter was really nice.

   "The old man calms down." Mrs. Zhong hurriedly finished the game, "Man Wah has to take care of the company and the children. You don't understand that she has to be strong since she was a child, but she speaks a little bit more aggressively."

  Elder Zhong didn’t appreciate: “That would also have to divide people. I can’t bear to say something serious to Zijin. She has a lot of cannonballs, and I haven’t seen her able to say anything like that.”

  "……"

  Mrs. Zhong finally understood Zhong Manhua’s mood.

  Master Zhong is so kind to an adopted daughter, is this to make outsiders step on the blood relationship?

  Ms. Zhong, who had eaten this meal, lost her appetite. She also hurriedly finished eating and found an excuse to go upstairs.

  **

  After eating, Mr. Zhong called Ying Ziying to the study.

   "Horobori, I heard about the school today. If you are wronged in the future, please call me directly. Although your grandfather and I have retired, I still keep getting stronger."

   "I know, thank you Grandpa." Ying Ziying squeezed his shoulder, "But you still don't call me like that, just call me by name."

  Master Zhong was taken aback.

  Before asking, I heard the girl say indifferently: "I don’t like the names that others use."

  Huohou is the name given to her by the Ying family before she was born, but it has now been replaced.

  Master Zhong's heart is suddenly mixed.

After a while, he sighed: "Grandpa didn't take care of you."

  Knowing that this kind of thing would happen, he should have brought the child to Zhong’s family to take care of him personally.

  It's just that he has been running around for more than ten years. It was only a while ago that he returned to Shanghai and learned about the loss of his granddaughter.

  The thought that his granddaughter suffered so much outside, Mr. Zhong felt uncomfortable.

"Your mother has that temperament, you don't care about her, let her be angry alone." Master Zhong thought for a while, took out a card from the drawer, "Grandpa doesn't know what your young people like, so I bought it. I'm afraid you don't like it. Hold this card and watch to buy it."

  嬴子衿 did not intend to use it, but in order not to touch the hearts of the elderly, she still accepted: "Did you have a bad sleep lately?"

   "This is the problem when people are old." Master Zhong pressed his temples and sighed, "This man, I still have to accept old age."

  Ying Zijin nodded, knowing in her heart.

  She has been free recently, so she goes back to practice some more medicine.

  However, Mr. Zhong's body is considered tough among his peers, so he can take care of it and live to a hundred easily.

   "Let’s live today? You haven’t been back for a long time." Master Zhong coughed a few times, pretending not to care, "Tomorrow I will let the driver take you to school."

  嬴子衿 looked at Master Zhong who was excitedly trying to rub his hands: "..."

  She was a little helpless: "Okay."

  Even if Mr. Zhong doesn't say anything, she will stay.

   "Well, well, tell grandpa what you need." Master Zhong nodded again and again, "I will take you to the Fu's house and thank you for that boy."

  Although, he doesn't like this kid very much.

  纨 is so boundless, don’t come here to pick up his cabbage.

Mr. Zhong sent the girl out worriedly, sat in the study for a while, and dialed a number slowly: "Hey, old man Fu, you care what I call you so late, and I will give you. Say……"

  **

  Without a day, what Ying Feifei did spread throughout the second year of high school, but most people were not interested in paying attention.

  Because of Mr. Zhong’s preference, Zhong Zhi didn’t sleep well all night. He was absent-minded during early reading. Yu Guang kept glancing at the empty space in the corner.

  Some classmates whispered.

   "I heard that I went to the principal's office as soon as I arrived in the morning. I don't know why."

   "It is estimated that we still have to get out of the elite class. Our class finally loses a dragging moth."

  Zhong Zhiwan listened, and finally he felt better.

  She put down her book, went out of the classroom, and was going to have a look at the Academic Affairs Building.

  Zhong Zhiwan didn’t know, besides the principal, there are several teachers in the principal’s office at this moment.

   "You all know what happened yesterday." The principal thought for a moment and then said, "I have discussed with the parents of classmate Ying, and I am going to change her class."

  Teacher Xu was taken aback: "The principal?"

  The principal just murmured: "The elite class is not suitable."

  He also has a toothache.

  How many people in Shanghai want to enter the elite class, but they don’t want to stay.

  Ms. Xu understood: “It’s okay to change to another class. If you can keep up with the learning progress, the pressure will not be too great.”

   "That's what I mean." The principal nodded, "So I thought, let classmate Ying go to the international class."

  He really didn’t dare to put Mr. Zhong’s granddaughter in the ordinary class. No one could stop this old man’s madness.

Although the   international class is taught in English, the difficulty of teaching is lower than that of the elite class, and it is more practical.

  The students in the international class are also the children of wealthy families in Shanghai, and they are geniuses who will study abroad in the future.

  He heard from Teacher Deng that the child’s English is very good, especially speaking.

  Hearing this, He Xun on the side finally knew why the principal called him.

  He raised his head without any expression, and the eyes under the gold-wire glasses were soaked with cold indifference: "She turns, yes, I resign."

  The principal was taken aback: "Mr. He, you..."

  He Xun graduated from Norton University, the number one university in the world. He is only twenty-five years old this year and he has obtained the qualification certificate of professor.

  He teaches all the courses in the second year international class.

  Qingzhi Middle School took great pains to hire He Xun and let him take the international class, so that Qingzhi could have students who can be admitted to Norton University.

  A professor who graduated from Norton University, a student who can't do everything, how to choose?

  　 Regarding the role of Zhong Manhua, I know a kid in junior high school. Her mother is a paranoid personality and has a strong desire for control. She beats and scolds her every day, even her father also beats her. The kid has bipolar disorder:-(

  　　 So, everyone in the world has it, the novel is actually not realistic exaggeration.

  (End of this chapter)