The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 228: 085 Can’t Afford to Provoke (Second Update)_2

However, when Jiang Fulai looked at him, upon reaching Tang Ming, he just sneered and said nothing more.

“Mr. Jiang, I…” Tang Ming started to speak timidly.

Jiang Fulai raised his hand, “Since I’ve taught you, don’t call me Mr. Jiang.”

Tang Ming: “…qaq”

Whimper, whimper, whimper, he’s not John von Neumann, possessing a mighty brain, studying mathematics at 3, mastering calculus at 8, finishing undergraduate studies by 10 … he’s just an average top student.

There is indeed a barrier between geniuses.

All day today, Tang Ming had been showered with praise from the homeroom teacher and other subject teachers, after all, his progress had been remarkable.

Chen Zhu only scored 110 in math; in the past, Tang Ming wouldn’t have dared to dream of such a day.

Yet here, Young Master Jiang didn’t even bother to scold him.

Of course

The people Jiang Fulai often criticized were all of the same type as He Wen, the distinguished alumnus of Jiangjing University; when it came to Tang Ming, Young Master Jiang truly didn’t know where to begin with his criticism.

After all, most of the questions in the papers were as easy as 1+1 to him.

With Tang Ming’s score of 111, Jiang Fulai only wanted him to disappear from his sight right now, immediately.

If President Ma found out that someone he had taught scored like this in mathematics…

Thinking of this, his gaze turned coldly towards Tang Ming once again.

“Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang,” Bai Lian twisted open a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Jiang Fulai, “His math is now ranked third in the school.”

Jiang Fulai took the water, subconsciously, “Are there only three people who took the test?”

Bai Lian:

Jiang Fulai:

He glanced at Bai Lian, silently took a sip of the mineral water, “Don’t you have to go to the hospital to visit your aunt?”

Young Master Jiang changed the subject.

Bai Lian unhurriedly retracted her gaze, started to pack her things, and spoke with a nonchalant tone, just three people taking the exam?”

She countered.

Jiang Fulai:

On the other side, Jiang He looked up solemnly at Jiang Fulai, “Sister is first.”

He said.

After the three left, Tang Ming and Ning Xiao finally came back to their senses.

Tang Ming was acutely aware of the long road ahead.

Across from him, Ning Xiao also lowered his head in reflection, knowing ever since he found out that Bai Lian only slept five hours a day, he had been far too relaxed.

With Jiang Fulai and Bai Lian around, yet being unable to outperform Song Min in math was truly unacceptable.

Xiangcheng Central Hotel.

Zhang Shize brought a lunch box to Yan Lu.

Yan Lu was staying in room 1205 of the hotel. When Zhang Shize arrived, Yan Lu hadn’t come back yet. He sent a message to Yan Lu, and Yan Lu told him to leave the lunch box at the door.

She would be back later.

Zhang Shize set down the lunch box, but saw a letter half-stuffed through the door crack, with what appeared to be blood stains on the envelope.

Knowing that Yan Lu had many cyberbullies, he frowned.

He took out the envelope and left the lunch box as he went out.

After returning to the flower shop, Zhang’s mom learned about his exam results, and almost hit him with a kettle; Zhang Shize agilely retreated to his room and shut the door.

He opened his phone to find someone to play games with in the class group chat.

In the wait to group up for the game, he thought of the cyberbully and pulled out the envelope from his pocket.

“Snap”

Four photographs fell to the ground.

Zhang Shize stared at the photos that had landed on the tiled floor, stunned.

Clearly, the photos had been captured from some videos.

Even though he was alone in the room, he swiftly picked up the photos and clamped them down on the table; each photo had a line of words written on the back—

“You think you can escape me?”

“Come here at 11 tonight.”

“You wouldn’t want these videos to appear online, would you?”

There was an address left.

Zhang Shize felt his head buzz, everything crashing down.

“Good guy, why aren’t you hitting ready?” From the phone, the voices of Weng Qi and the others came through.

Zhang Shize lifted his head, his normally sunny, handsome face now covered with a layer of gloom, like a clear sky obscured by dark clouds, oppressive and suffocating.

The bloodstained white envelope was crumpled in his grip.

Veins on his forehead and arms stood out.

He abruptly raised his hand and wiped his eyes.

After a while, he pulled open the door and left.

“I wonder if Xiaolu ate well,” Zhang’s mom was pruning a pot of flowers, hearing the door open but not looking back, “15 in physics, just wait until your dad comes back and see how he scolds you…”

She murmured.

Normally, Zhang Shize would come over to help her trim the flowers and ask her not to tell his dad.

Today, however, Zhang Shize was very silent.

He put on a black baseball cap and also took out a pot full of white Iris Flowers from the bucket; the snow-colored iris flowers, in bunches, were very elegant.

Zhang Shize wrapped up an entire large bunch.