40 The School Forum Blows Up

Miss Deng frowned.

Even if he had objections, how could he say that in front of the child?

Encouragement helped people grow.

Miss Deng shook her head. Then, she lowered her voice and explained to the girl beside her, "Mr. He graduated from Norton University. He's still young, so he's quite blunt. Don't take it to heart."

However, Ying Zijin wasn't listening to him to begin with.

However, when she heard the words Norton University, she finally gave He Xun a look and frowned slightly.

She lowered her head and took out her phone to search for Norton University. Then, she clicked on the English official website.

The official website was very simple and was no different from that of other universities.

It was nothing more than campus news, faculty settings, recruitment and employment, and some photos.

Nothing had changed from before. Even the century-old buildings from the Middle Ages had been preserved.

Ying Zijin fell into deep thought.

With that lunatic's personality, would he really turn Norton University into a normal school?

But no matter what, Norton University was now the number one university in the world.

Over the years, only a few dozen people from the country had successfully entered Norton University. After graduation, they all became top figures in various fields.

Since He Xun was unwilling, there was nothing they could do about it.

His academic qualifications were outstanding, and he had the qualifications to make Qingzhi give in.

If he really resigned, it would be Qingzhi's loss.

The principal hesitated for a moment before saying, "Miss Ying, look…"

"Principal, you don't have to be troubled." Ying Zijin stood up and said, "I don't want to go to the international class."

Hearing this, He Xun frowned and his heart skipped a beat.

He had an uncomfortable feeling.

It seemed like he was being too self-important.

The principal heaved a sigh of relief. "Alright, Miss Ying, which class are you going to?"

Ying Zijin yawned and said calmly, "I'm going to Class 19."

"Class 19?" The principal was stunned. After a while, he finally remembered that there was such a class in Year Two.

But Class 19 was really…

He felt exasperated again.

He Xun's expression turned cold again.

If she chose to go to Class 19, she would basically be choosing self-destruction.

The principal had no choice but to agree. "Then you can go to Class 19."

He took out the school records that he had prepared long ago and called the form teacher of Class 19 to discuss this matter.

It wasn't a secret to begin with, and it was related to Class 19, so soon, relevant posts appeared on Qingzhi's school forum.

[Title: Report—The adopted daughter of the Ying family is coming to Class 19!]

[Content: The OP has just received news that the adopted daughter who relied on family connections to enter the elite class has beaten someone. Now that both the elite class and the international class don't want her, she can only transfer to Class 19. Students of Class 19, I'd like to offer my condolences.]

In less than a minute, there were more than a hundred replies to the short post.

[1st comment: What, what, what?]

[2nd comment: What the f*ck? She's coming to Class 19? Should I say that she's too bold or too oblivious?]

[3rd comment: In that case, she's screwed. Brother Ran definitely won't let her in.]

[4th floor: Melon seeds and cola drinks are being sold in the front row. 50 yuan a pack of spicy sticks.]

[5th comment: Not to mention Brother Ran, even Sister Yu won't let her in.]

...

[108th comment: Wow, Class 19 is so pitiful. I don't have a good impression of the adopted daughter of the Ying family. If not for her, how could Goddess Ying become so angry that she went overseas?]

[109th comment: I'm waiting for Brother Ran and Sister Yu to chase the adopted daughter of the Ying family out.]

...

[470th comment: Thank you for the invitation. I'm in the elite class. This burden has finally been kicked out.]

The elite class was celebrating, as if it was the holidays. They didn't even study during class and started to reply to posts instead.

Zhong Zhiwan turned off her phone and started memorizing her textbook.

She waited for Ying Zijin to leave Class 19 dejectedly.

**

Year Two, Class 19.

A few punks gathered in front of the podium as they browsed the forum on their computers. The more they read, the darker their expressions became.

"F*ck, what is the principal thinking? Can just anyone enter Class 19?"

Class 19 of the sophomore year had a nickname called the "Unspeakable Class".

Because there were students with all kinds of problems in this class, the teachers couldn't care less, and their parents didn't have time to care either.

Not only that, but Qingzhi's school bullies were also there.

Who could afford to offend them?

When the students from the other classes saw the people from Class 19, they would take a detour, since they didn't want to get into trouble.

There was actually someone who took the initiative to come to Class 19?

A girl walked up and kicked them as she said, "Keep your voices down. Don't wake Brother Ran up."

The few of them quickly stopped talking and subconsciously looked to their left.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, but that person was sleeping on the table.

His entire head was buried in his school uniform, so his face couldn't be seen clearly.

The short sleeves of the school uniform outlined the smooth and perfect muscles that only young people had.

The class instantly fell silent, but it was too late.

The man stirred and lifted his head from the table. The loose strands of hair on his forehead hid his beautiful eyes.

He looked very impatient.

The other students all moved a little further away in fear.

A lackey stepped forward with a bitter expression as he stammered, "Brother, Brother Ran, someone wants to transfer to our class. It's that…"

Jiang Ran didn't even finish listening before he said in a hoarse and irritable voice, "Who cares who he is? Tell him to scram back to where he came from."

His lackeys cheered when they heard his words.

"Brother Ran is so decisive!"

"Brother Ran, give her a show of strength later and scare her into tears!"

The lackeys scrambled to get stools and water and helped Jiang Ran sit down at the classroom door.

At this moment, footsteps sounded in the corridor.

After Jiang Ran took a sip of water, he narrowed his eyes and looked over with his classmates.

The girl was wearing a blue and white school uniform with a school bag hanging on her right shoulder.

As if sensing something, she turned her head and looked over.

Even from a distance, her beauty still shocked them.

Jiang Ran tightened his grip on the mineral water bottle in his hand as his Adam's apple bobbed.

The lackeys around him fell silent for a moment. A few seconds later—

"F*ck, what kind of gorgeous appearance is this? Is she real?"

"Shut your mouth. So what if she's good-looking? She can't come even if she's good-looking."

"That's right. We're not people who judge people based on looks, Brother Ran. But you… you should try to be gentler later."

Jiang Ran sneered. "Scram."

The lackeys shut up.

To think about it, it made sense.

Other than Sister Yu, Brother Ran had never pretended to be nice to anyone of the opposite gender, let alone show mercy to a woman.

Jiang Ran stood up and threw away the mineral water bottle in his hand before walking forward calmly.

At the same time, Ying Zijin came closer and stopped.

Wanting to see how this adopted daughter of the Ying family would be forced to scram later, the lackeys watched intently. Then, they heard Qingzhi's top dog speak.

"You want to enter Class 19? Sure." Jiang Ran put his hands in his pockets as he said to the girl, "If you beat me, I'll let you in."

"Otherwise, go back to your elite class."

The lackeys immediately revealed looks of admiration.

As expected of Brother Ran. He could even get violent with such a beautiful girl. No wonder he had been a bachelor for so many years.

Girls had always been timid, so she would definitely be scared away.

Unexpectedly, when the girl heard this, she put down her bag.

She slowly rolled up her sleeves to the middle of her forearm and took a step back, leaving enough space.

The lackeys were stunned.

Jiang Ran slowly raised his head.

Ying Zijin narrowed her almond-shaped eyes and said aloofly, "Sure, you can go first."