Chapter 118: Slapping the Fake Heiress 19

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Slapping the Fake Heiress 19

Xiao Yuan, who had previously been sleeping in a daze, instantly stood up.

With a stride of his long legs and a reach of his hand, he pulled Dong Xue away: "Don’t point your finger at Anning."

Right now, Dong Xue can’t even care about Xiao Yuan’s protective attitude towards Anning.

Her face had an expression of seeing a ghost.

"Anning scored eight hundred and fifty-eight points on the entrance exam."

"What?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Damn, if you scored that high, why are you in class twelve?"

"Why didn’t you go to class one?"

"Really?"

The entire class twelve erupted into chaos.

Whether they were chatting, playing games on their phones, or sleeping, all the students instantly perked up, and Anning was surrounded.

Xiao Yuan stood in front of Anning, looking at the pack of wolves in the class with a vigilant gaze: "What do you guys want?"

Gao Nana launched a surprise attack, bypassed Xiao Yuan, and grabbed Anning: "Anning, is what Dong Xue said true?"

Anning nodded, her face smiling: "Yeah, the principal asked me to do the last monthly test paper again, so I did. Later, Teacher Wu showed me my paper, saying I got a total of eight hundred and fifty-eight points."

"You, you’re a top student, aren’t you?"

Gao Nana almost let out a scream.

She asked Zhang Ke, who had the best test scores in the class: "Zhang, how many points did you get on the monthly exam?"

Zhang Ke also couldn’t remember very well: "Over four hundred or over five hundred points, I’m not very clear anymore."

Gao Nana screamed again: "I got just over three hundred on the monthly exam, and I went home to get mixed gender beatings."

Dong Xue now came back to her senses: "Who would’ve thought, who would’ve thought that our class twelve had mixed in a top student, no, a God of Study."

Zhang Ke put away his phone: "Anning, if you’re doing so well, why don’t you go to class one?"

Anning lowered her head: "There’s someone I hate in class one, I don’t want to see her."

Everyone looked at Anning with an understanding gaze: "Is it because class twelve is the furthest from class one?"

Anning hummed in agreement.

Gao Nana seemed especially happy.

She hugged Anning’s shoulders and pulled her to her side.

Xiao Yuan yanked Gao Nana away: "Talk if you want to talk, but don’t be handsy."

Gao Nana glared fiercely at Xiao Yuan: "She’s my sis, I’ll do as I please."

The two of them stared each other down, almost coming to a staring contest.

Suddenly, Dong Xue thought of something.

"If the God of Study is in our class, does it mean that the next monthly exam’s number one of the grade will be from our class twelve?"

"Right..."

Everyone suddenly realized: "The whole grade would drop their glasses in shock; will those guys from class one who think they’re so high and mighty get so angry they’ll die?"

Thinking about this possibility, many people couldn’t help but burst into hearty laughter.

Gao Nana slammed the table: "Comrades, classmates, listen to me, only we know about Anning’s entrance exam scores. Nobody spread the word when we go out, lest class one tries to poach her. Also, this time we must give class one’s stuck-up jerks a good lesson."

"Okay."

That was really something everyone was willing to keep secret.

Gao Nana also reminded Anning: "You don’t tell anyone either, okay?"

Anning obediently promised: "I won’t tell."

At that moment, Zhang Ke suddenly slapped his thigh: "I remember now, the last monthly exam was especially difficult. The top scorer in our grade only managed to get... one point short of 800."

With that comment, everyone looked at Anning even more curiously, as if they were looking at some kind of mascot.

Dong Xue hugged Anning tightly: "Anning, you must study hard from now on, our future glory in Class 12 depends on you."

"Exactly, exactly."

All the students in the class supported Anning to study diligently, hoping she would stand up for them.

Zhang Ke raised both hands: "Fellow classmates, let’s face it, we’re at this point, and no matter how much we study, our grades won’t improve. But we can’t hold back our class’s God of Study. I propose that from now on, during class, everyone should be more mindful and not disturb the God of Study. Those who want to play and mess around can do so after school."

His suggestion was unanimously approved.

The students of Class 12 had been suppressed by Class 1 for a long time and were filled with pent-up resentful energy.

Now that a God of Study, who could potentially counter this suppression, had suddenly appeared, of course, they would all unanimously protect her.

They were also waiting to use Anning as a means to silence their parents’ complaints.

Gao Nana smiled amiably at Anning: "From now on, just focus on your studies, if anyone troubles you, we’ve got your back."

Zhang Ke also patted his chest to show his support: "If that enemy of yours dares to come looking for trouble, watch how we’ll teach him a lesson."

Anning thanked everyone with a smile.

Once the novelty had worn off and classmates had returned to their seats, Anning quietly began doing her homework.

She didn’t take long to finish her homework, and then started working through some test papers.

Perhaps it was Anning’s earnest attitude toward studying that gradually quieted the entire class down.

The noises from gaming and chatting disappeared.

Some students took out their phones to read novels, and others simply lay down on their desks to sleep.

The class went by quickly, and before they knew it, it was time to leave.

When the bell signaling the end of school rang, Anning began to pack up her things.

She had just stood up when she heard someone calling her.

The voice was somewhat sweet and somewhat familiar: "Anning, is Anning here?"

Anning looked down, her eyes flashing with a hint of mocking laughter.

When she turned to look in the direction of the voice, she saw Zhao Mingzhu standing at the door.

The moment she saw Zhao Mingzhu, Anning’s face showed shock and anxiety, and like a frightened bunny, she suddenly jumped up and hugged Dong Xue, then began to shiver uncontrollably: "Don’t, don’t come over... don’t hit me..."

Large beads of sweat rolled down Anning’s forehead, her pale face tinged with blue, looking especially unwell.

"Anning, Anning, what’s wrong?"

Dong Xue was frightened and instinctively hugged Anning to comfort her.

Xiao Yuan, tall and handsome, stood in front of Anning, shielding her from some of the gazes: "What’s the matter?"

Perhaps it was Xiao Yuan’s presence, or perhaps it was Dong Xue’s comforting that helped Anning take several deep breaths before she calmed down.

She looked timidly at Xiao Yuan, then clung onto Dong Xue’s arm: "I... I’m afraid of her, I don’t want to see her."

Xiao Yuan knew who Anning meant by ’her’—it was Zhao Mingzhu who had suddenly appeared at the door.

Zhao Mingzhu was the school beauty, and many students throughout the school admired her, but Class 12’s students were not among them.

Perhaps because they naturally clashed with the top students of Class 1, the students of Class 12 rarely had any interaction with Zhao Mingzhu, and naturally, they didn’t like or even idolize her.

Xiao Yuan’s gaze towards Zhao Mingzhu was heavy and intense.

Zhao Mingzhu started to feel nervous under Xiao Yuan’s imposing presence.

Xiao Yuan strode forward, blocking the doorway and confronting Zhao Mingzhu: "What are you doing in our class?"

Xiao Yuan’s imposing manner was overwhelming, and Zhao Mingzhu retreated a step, all of a sudden feeling frightened: "I’m looking for Anning, she is my relative, and I am here to walk home with her."

Xiao Yuan squinted at Zhao Mingzhu: "She doesn’t like you, and she won’t go with you."

"But I... Anning doesn’t know the way, I’m worried about her going home alone."

Zhao Mingzhu wanted to say something else, but Xiao Yuan didn’t give her a chance, and with a punch, his fist brushed past Zhao Mingzhu’s cheek: "Get lost."