True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 46 A bank card shakes Jiang Moyuan’s face

  B=2WBaud

  This is the formula for the highest symbol transmission rate of an ideal low communication channel.

  If your major does not involve physics, let alone understand this formula, even the Chinese nouns of this formula cannot be understood.

   is definitely not a formula that can be touched by a high school student.

  He Xun was stunned for three seconds.

  Until the girl who was looking at the phone slowly raised her head.

  Her pupils are extinguished, and her eyebrows are faint.

  The slanting sunlight added a bit of coolness to the girl’s facial contours, as if the clouds were turning into snow, and the ice was so impressive.

  He Xun met this line of sight and was startled again.

  Ying Zijing handed the phone to Xiu Yu, got up and said, "Wait for me."

  Xiu Yu was recharging, and he raised his head after hearing the words: "What?"

  She looked over without knowing it, and saw He Xun standing at the back door.

  Xiu Yu was still wondering why He Xun stood there still, when she saw the girl closed the back door directly, and took out a blank paper and pasted it on the back door window.

  He didn't even show his face.

  Xiu Yu: "..."

  Yes, she can only serve Yingda in terms of arrogance.

  Norton University's top students also don't give face.

  嬴子衿 sat down again and took the phone.

  Because there is no one in the live broadcast room, she is just writing.

  Her handwriting is also very beautiful, with dragons flying and phoenix dancing, iron paintings and silver hooks.

  Xiu Yu regained consciousness: "I swiped a hundred rockets for you, which will trigger the shooting stars on the screen, and users can see them. Ying, don’t be discouraged, someone will definitely watch the physics live broadcast.

   "Return to you."

   "You are welcome, anyway, I can't spend enough money."

  For the second time, Ying Zijin, who felt that she was particularly poor: "..."

  She sighed, rubbed her head, and looked back on the phone.

  Because of Xiu Yu's heroic arrogance, the popularity of the live broadcast room has skyrocketed.

  But the people who came in were very confused.

  As soon as they didn't see their faces, and they didn't hear any sound, a piece of paper was covered with words.

  【What the anchor writes, why can't I understand it? 】

  [This can’t be seen, this is a physical formula deduced by Nyquist. 】

  【Nah...what? 】

   [Fuck, anchor 666, this formula can still be used when I first saw it. 】

  【Absolutely, the academic level of the anchor must be better than my university tutor, I don’t know which academic god’s vest is? 】

   [No, brothers who just floated past, can you all understand? 】

  [I don’t understand it, but does it have anything to do with the good-looking hands of the anchor? 】

  As soon as the barrage floated past, the person who sent the barrage smashed a hundred rockets.

  Xiu Yu: "???"

  This is all right?

  【The anchor said something, what can I do without communication in the live broadcast? I don’t want to listen to physics, but chemistry. 】

  嬴子衿 changed a posture to sit, took another piece of paper, and moved his mouth: "Yes."

   [When I saw the anchor write Bozeman's formula, I finally understood that the anchor may be a science all-rounder. 】

  【Why the anchor can't hear men and women, but it sounds pretty good. 】

  Xiu Yu also remembered that the voice she had just heard was different from Ying Ziying's usual speech, but she didn't care.

  She gave a thumbs up: "Father Ying, you are really awesome."

  If the elite class knew about it, I might regret it.

  Just think about it.

  **

  In the corridor.

   was shut out directly, and He Xun never recovered.

  A few seconds later, his face gradually turned cold.

  Teacher Deng also said that Ying Zijin has a boundless future in the future, but he did not see it, but felt that he was hopeless.

   "Ms. He."

  There is a voice behind it.

  He Xun turned his head, his expression softened: "Classmate Zhong."

  He has always been generous to students who study well.

   "Mr. He, your complexion is a bit bad." Zhong Zhiwan looked at the class number and hesitated, "Is it because of my cousin?"

  He Xun frowned.

  Zhong Zhiwan did not mention it, he almost forgot the formula he had just seen.

  Now thinking about it, it is estimated that Ying Zijin copied one from the Internet in order to conceal that he was playing on a mobile phone.

  I guess I didn’t expect that I copied a theorem that a university can only come into contact with.

  Drawing a tiger is not an anti-dog.

   "Teacher He, don't mind." Zhong Zhiwan smiled faintly, "My cousin has this temperament. It is estimated that she has been oppressed for too long. Recently, the temper has been a bit big. We are all worried about it."

   Hearing this, He Xun frowned deeper and coldly: "If you send someone under the fence, you must have the consciousness of sending someone under the fence."

  Zhong Zhiwan smiled again, did not say anything, defaulted to the same.

  **

  The third day is Sunday. In order to celebrate, Class 19 set up a private room to sing and play cards in the King Club.

  Ling Zijin found that there were no snacks she wanted to eat, and planned to go out to buy them.

Jiang Ran on the side saw it, and pretended to cough casually: "I'll go with you."

  Just in time, he will find her to fight again, this time he will never release the water.

  He doesn’t believe that he really can’t beat a girl.

  Ying Zijin glanced at him, and said nothing.

  Xiu Yu looked at Jiang Ran who was following the girl, and wondered: "Is this guy also succumbing to the pressure of Father Ying?"

  The boys were also at a loss, so they had to plug Xiu Yu into a microphone: "Sister Yu, sing."

  Jiang Ran will naturally not succumb. He just walked out and said directly: "Hey, transfer student, what have you practiced? Muay Thai? Judo?"

  Ying Zijin didn't care, looking at the snack list on the phone.

   "In this way, you call me one more time." Jiang Ran chuckled, "Then how about I send you a supermarket?"

  Ying Zijin finally looked at him: "You are so noisy."

  "...Then you said, how would you like to fight me?" Because of his ambition, Jiang Ran lost his temper for the first time, "As long as I can."

  嬴子衿 still looked at the phone seriously, and responded to Fu Yunshen’s WeChat by the way.

  Jiang Ran just looked at her like that.

  The two confronted each other like this.

  Across the road, Jiang Moyuan, who just came out of the hotel, saw this scene.

The secretary beside    was also very surprised: "San Ye, isn’t that Young Master Jiang Ran? How could he be with Miss Ying Er, so..."

  I didn't dare to say the word intimacy, so I stopped.

   Jiang Moyuan's expression changed: "Wait for me here."

  After speaking, he strode over.

  Jiang Ran didn’t know that Jiang Moyuan was near here, so he simply said, “In this way, I’ll buy you ten cups of milk tea, can’t you?”

   didn't wait for the girl to answer, turned around and walked into a milk tea shop next to her, stepping wild and unruly.

  Here, as soon as Jiang Ran walked on his front foot, Jiang Moyuan arrived on his back foot.

  His voice is always indifferent, this time with a bit of disgust.

   "Ying Zijin, what are you still making? Just because I don't like you? So you chose to contact Jiang Ran?"

  Ying Ziying slowly raised his head.

   Facing the girl’s face, Jiang Mo was stunned for a moment, and then his tone became colder: "I told you for the last time, the trick of trying to catch it is useless to me, stay away from Jiang Ran, he is not the person you can think of."

   "I sponsored you to go to school. I didn't ask you to do these things. Also, you haven't apologized to Luwei."

  嬴子衿 still did not speak, even his eyes did not fluctuate.

  This kind of neglect made Jiang Moyuan somewhat uneasy, and his heart was inexplicably stagnant.

  But he could not speak again.

  Because the girl looked at him for three seconds, then raised her hand, and poured the unfinished Coke against him.

  The action is light and slow, but it is cold and ruthless.

  In just a second, a custom suit worth 300,000 yuan was ruined.

  As soon as Jiang Ran came out, he saw the situation and couldn't help but be surprised.

  But it's not over yet.

  He saw that their newly promoted Tuan Pao took out a bank card from his pocket and threw it directly on Jiang Moyuan’s face.

  　 I don’t know why, the chapter I posted yesterday is gone. . . I am also autistic, and the editor is not there for the weekend. . . Crazy, make up first, TvT is mad

  (End of this chapter)