Black Lotus is reborn, from campus to rich family

The first day of vacation.

Ji Ningwei stepped into the classroom with great anticipation.

The results of the first monthly exam are about to come out. She hardly slept last night and got up early today to put on light makeup.

The classroom of Class 1 was originally full of noise, but when they saw her come in, they suddenly fell silent.

His eyes drifted over, with some incomprehensible emotions.

Ji Ningwei's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

Mo Yan was sitting in her seat, surrounded by a few good sisters. When they saw her come in, they slammed the water cup in their hands on the table.

The thermos cup made a loud noise when it hit the table.

The classmates' eyes focused on him.

Mo Yan crossed her arms, looked at the figure standing at the door, and said in a sarcastic voice:

"I don't know where they get such audacity. There are still people faking their grades these days."

The sisters around had long been displeased with Ji Ningwei and started to mock him:

"That's right, he's still the study committee member, but his grades are not even as good as the worst student in our class."

Originally, all the students in the class were chosen by heaven. Their academic performance was well-known in Beijing. Their family conditions were also good. All of them were young masters and young ladies.

Because she is a genius student, I tried to curry favor with her, but it turned out to be a counterfeit product.

Now that the results are out, they will be laughed to death by students in other classes for their repeated worship.

A trace of anger flashed across Mo Yan's face. She felt that she had not done well in the exam. During the holidays, her mother had thought of asking Ji Ningwei to help her with tutoring, but in the end——

Fortunately, I didn’t speak, otherwise I really wouldn’t be able to raise my head.

She moved her stool forward again and again, as if sticking to the table behind her would bring bad luck.

Ji Ningwei stood at the door, his face pale after hearing these words.

What's going on? Aren't I number one?

She didn't even put down her schoolbag, turned around and ran out, tears in her eyes as she ran all the way to the results announcement board.

A long list filled the entire bulletin board, with densely packed small characters. Only the top three were marked in different colors and with bold and large fonts.

The first row of characters were written in golden brilliance:

The year of Yu was late.

Gu Heng followed closely behind.

The scores of the two of them left the third place far behind, creating a gap as big as the Great Rift Valley in East Africa.

Ji Ningwei stared at the three words intently, feeling as if he was suffocating as if his neck was being strangled.

Yu Sui Wan! It's Yu Sui Wan again!

Why does she have to snatch everything from me!

Ji Ningwei moved his eyes downwards, but his name was not in the first or second column.

It wasn't until I saw the third column, one hundred places behind, that I found my name.

The small black regular script is almost unnoticeable among the numerous handwritings.

It was as if he was hit on the head with a stick, and Ji Ning was stunned where he stood.

It must be fake, it must be fake.

That bitch Yu Suiwan must have taken advantage of her position to do something.

Suddenly, more people gathered around to look at the results, and noisy discussions could be heard.

"Oh my god, the first place this year is actually in Class 7, what a shame!"

"You don't know Yu Suiwan, but he's the top scholar in Beijing. His results are absolutely incredible."

"Wow, I actually made it into the top 100. I'll tell my mom I've made it."

Ji Ningwei covered her ears, thinking of the ridicule in the classroom just now. It seemed that everyone around her was laughing at her.

And Gu Heng, will Gu Heng look down on her because of this?

She hurriedly pushed through the crowd and trotted towards Class 1's classroom.

Back in the classroom, the desks in front and behind her seat were moved away with her as the axis, leaving a large empty space with her own desk and chair placed alone in the middle.

Mo Yan sneered inwardly when she saw her come in with red eyes.

Who are you pretending to show?

I don't know how many times I took advantage of my classmates. When I asked her about study materials and methods, she always hesitated and didn't tell me. In order to get closer to her, I even gave her a branded bag, and she didn't refuse to accept it.

Not to mention the expensive gifts given by other classmates.

Ji Ningwei put her schoolbag on her desk, twisted the corner of her clothes and walked to Gu Heng's seat.

"Student Gu..." He spoke with a strong nasal tone.

Gu Heng hadn't been in a good mood recently. Just as he was about to go to the office to look for his class teacher, he looked up and asked patiently, "What's going on?"

Ji Ning lowered his head slightly to look at him, his eyes suddenly sore: "Student Gu, I came here to explain my grades to you, I didn't mean to..."

"Sorry." Gu Heng interrupted her, the gentle mask in his eyes shattered, revealing his cold and noble nature.

"I'm not interested in your grades. If you have any questions about them, you can ask your class teacher for a review."

He looked over, his eyes cold and distant: "I have business to attend to. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Ji Ningwei stood there, watching him walk away without any reluctance, as if he heard the crisp sound of a slap on his face.

There were faint sounds of laughter all around.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and the hatred in her eyes grew even stronger.

The year of Yu is late!

-

Yu Suiwan was sitting in the office when he sneezed out of nowhere.

Tan Jing was sitting on the sofa not far away. He heard the voice and chuckled:

"Yu Suiwan, your grades are so annoying! They must be scolding you."

Let’s play together and move together.

How did you secretly get the first place?

Although Tan Jing still wants to get more budget from Yu Suiwan, he still has to point out such despicable behavior.

Wen Zhao raised his head with the camera:

"I think you're just jealous. You can't even beat me in the exam, and you still want to challenge us to be the president. Humph."

Tan Jing was furious: "Whose grades are as outrageous as yours! You only got 30 points in physics and you still have the nerve to say that."

What a handsome boy, his average score in science is over 30, and all the liberal arts scores are close to full marks!

He was originally confident that he could surpass Wen Zhao, but in the end, he was killed by just one point.

Wen Zhao smiled proudly: "So what? It proves that as long as I am interested, I can learn well. The president also said that I am smart. Don't you agree, President?"

Yu Suiwan sat upright at his desk, his slender fingertips holding a piece of paper and pen, scribbling on it, and occasionally replying to something on his phone.

One ear was paying attention to the movements here, and nodded: "Yes, our Xiao Zhao is the smartest."

Wen Zhao's tail lifted even higher: "You heard it, the president never praises others like this."

Tan Jing: "No, she's just trying to fool you, can't you tell?"

What is the difference between this sentence and "Be good, I'm busy, you go play in the mud for a while."?

Wen Zhao rolled his eyes: "You are jealous of me, anyway, my grades are better than yours. Unlike some people..."

He pursed his lips and stretched out his voice: "I just have diarrhea."

Veins popped up on Tan Jing's forehead, and finally...

I lifted my butt and moved to another sofa to sit on.

Don't bother with the little fool.

Yu Suiwan listened to the noise here, put down his pen, raised his wrist to look at his watch, and there were exactly fifteen minutes left before class started.

She stood up, walked over to the angry man, and patted his shoulder.

Tan Jing was still angry, stiffening his neck and not turning back, and said in a hoarse voice:

"what!"

A slender white hand holding a form stood before him, and the girl's lazy voice came:

"I've been trying to get sponsorship for the Welcome Cup for days now. If you don't want it, I'll take it back."

As he said this, he was about to pull back, holding the paper with the form.

Tan Jing widened his eyes and quickly took it.

"So fast, let me see," he held the form in both hands and leaned in to look at the budget on it.

"If the budget is short, I'll still make a fuss..."

This……

Tan Jing rubbed his eyes and looked at the series of numbers on the paper.

One, two, three, four, five, five-digit numbers.

Oh my god, he looked up with wide eyes.

Yu Suiwan leaned against the sofa, his cold and elegant eyes swept over calmly:

"What's wrong? Too little?"

"No, no..."

Tan Jing stared at her blankly. He must be hallucinating. Why was Yu Suiwan's big black sesame dumpling glowing?

He stammered, "Are you sure it would cost so much for a basketball team like us to go to Youde to participate in the competition?"

Fifty thousand. You have to know that their previous budget for competitions was only five thousand.

This... this just adds a zero.

"Don't worry, it's not funded by the school. This is a sponsorship privately raised by the student union."

She patted Tan Daitou'e Jing's shoulder.

"The match is played well, and the prize money will be calculated separately."

For the first time in his life, Tan Jing intuitively felt the charm of money.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Yu Suiwan had such a high support rate in Qiming since junior high school.

He used to sneer at it, but now he

Mmm, it smells so good.

"Hurry up and fill out the application form and hand it in. Class starts in ten minutes. If you want to thank anyone, thank Xiao Liu. She's been a big help in sponsoring you."

"Yes, President."