The fake daughter was not exposed today

Sheng Zhou held the pen in his hand, his face looking so ugly that water seemed to be dripping out of it.

He found it hard to accept the reality that he had been fooled by Jiang Yilan, the idiot.

Jiang Fu left the examination room before him, packed his schoolbag and put it on his back, just in time to meet Sheng Zhou who came out with a gloomy face.

"Does the bet stand?" She laughed. "It doesn't matter if you regret it now. You can still block me outside Sister Lu's ward like a thief."

"Of course it counts. It was just a small mistake today." Sheng Zhou snorted coldly.

Jiang Fu just smiled faintly.

She felt relieved knowing that Sheng Zhou would never repent.

The next morning, English.

This is the subject that Jiang Fu has the least to worry about. Jiang Yilan always gets full marks, so there is no room for controlling the score.

After glancing at the questions, Jiang Fu went straight to sleep, waiting for the listening broadcast.

The test starts with the listening section in fifteen minutes.

The female voice briefly explained the test rules in English. The first five questions corresponded to a dialogue, and each dialogue was read only once.

Sheng Zhou listened intently to what Jiang Yilan was saying, fearing another sudden attack. Unexpectedly, his mind went blank the next second.

What came to Jiang Yilan's mind was not Chinese, but a foreign language that he could not understand at all.

No, it wasn't entirely a language he couldn't understand. There was a bit of vulgar slang mixed in it that he could understand.

It probably means that she dislikes him for not being smart.

Sheng Zhou held the pen, veins bulging on the back of his hand. He wanted to think of the answer on his own but found that it was too late.

A female voice has begun announcing in English, "Now let's start the conversation for the second question."

Feeling the sense of collapse coming from Shengzhou's direction, Jiang Fu supported his head and wrote down the answer in a good mood.

The listening session is over.

Sheng Zhou looked so unhappy that the invigilator didn't dare to approach him and could only stare at the test paper with confusion.

He felt that this listening test wasn't difficult...

But soon his expression eased a little. Surprisingly, Jiang Yilan did not do anything weird this time. She read the questions honestly and answered them, finishing the cloze test.

Jiang Fu filled in the answer sheet while paying attention to the emotions over there.

You still have to give him some sweet treats occasionally. She doesn't want to dampen Sheng Zhou's enthusiasm and make him lose interest and not take the bait.

Sheng Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps Jiang Yilan felt that she could win the bet easily by surpassing him in mathematics, and she even started humming a song.

He had also heard that song before. It had a strong rhythm and the chorus was catchy.

It wasn't long before the chorus began to play.

"But now no one can cage me!"

Listening to Jiang Yilan humming in his head, he couldn't help but clap the beat, and didn't even realize that she had stopped humming.

By the time he reacted, Jiang Fu had already finished the second reading comprehension question.

No, I have to concentrate. Sheng Zhou forced himself to remain calm and continue to read Jiang Yilan's answer.

Unexpectedly, the person opposite started humming the same song while doing the questions.

"no one can cage me——"

By the time he came to his senses, he had been shaking his legs for another five minutes.

Sheng Zhou pulled his hair in frustration. This time, the person on the other end didn't hum the song, but the rhythm of the test and the melody kept lingering in his mind.

"Teacher, I'm done." Jiang Fu finished writing the answers, put the answer sheet upside down on the table, and stood up.

Sheng Zhou finally came to his senses and looked at the time. He still had forty-five minutes to hand in the paper.

Without a source of answers, he could only rely on himself, but when he was writing, his mind would start to move as he wrote.

“noooooo one can cage meeeeee——”

The bang-bang drum beats danced in his head. He became annoyed with answering the questions, handed in the paper early, and left.

When he went out, he happened to see a figure walking back and forth near the stairs, as if he was deliberately killing time waiting for him.

"Jiang Yilan, are you playing tricks on me?"

"Tease you? You had evil intentions to peek at other people's answers, and you felt quite justified in doing so." Jiang Fu didn't bother to be polite with him.

The rare tough attitude made Sheng Zhou quiet for a few seconds.

He felt more and more that something was wrong with the person in front of him.

Although he didn't understand the mathematical formulas, he remembered that the big sister had mentioned a few formulas that were beyond the scope of the syllabus, such as Fu Shenxing or Fu Chengbin transformations. In any case, normal high school students would not be exposed to them.

Jiang Yilan is just a good student, and she definitely hasn't learned this kind of university content. In other words, the person in front of her may not be the real Jiang Yilan.

"You're not Jiang Yilan, are you? The real Jiang Yilan doesn't have such a bad temper as you."

The moment Jiang Fu felt that direct and obvious suspicion, his mind went blank.

Now that both of them had left early, Sheng Zhou was probably still able to read her mind and know what she was thinking. She seemed to be about to explode—

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying that Yilan should just be a soft persimmon for you to bully? Even clay people have tempers. You're so rude and get retaliated against, but you can't stand others mocking you? Do more chest expansion exercises when you have time to avoid being too narrow-minded and feeling suffocated."

The girl who was talking was standing at the entrance of the corridor, with a stern round face and a bad look in her eyes.

Looking at Sheng Zhou's face, which looked as ugly as a rag that had been used to wipe the floor, Jiang Fu gave Chen Miao a thumbs up for his language organization ability.

"Ignore him, come with me to the library to find a book." Chen Miao pulled her away.

She had heard from others that Jiang Yilan was two-faced before, but after actually meeting her, she was sure that those words were just rumors.

Sheng Zhou took a long time to calm himself down from his anger.

He stared at the receding figure, his suspicions growing stronger.

His intuition told him that the girl was not Jiang Yilan.

But now he has no evidence, so if he wants to be sure, he needs Sister Ran’s help.

Jiang Fu followed Chen Miao to the library.

The library and the teaching building are separated by a playground, but it seems like there is a filter between them. Not only are there huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the room decoration is also exquisite and elegant, and there is even a milk tea bar. It does not seem like the principal's taste at all.

The first floor is equipped with tables and chairs for students to study, as well as a small exhibition area displaying student works from recent school competitions.

"This is a painting by senior He Qunqing from the senior year. I heard he's been recommended for admission to the National Academy of Arts, but his greatest skill is..."

Chen Miao was pointing to a painting in a simple sketch-style to introduce it, but when he turned around, he realized that the person was not listening at all, but was staring at another painting thoughtfully.

"Can we take pictures here?" Jiang Fu pointed at the stick figure in front of him.

The three-headed figure in the painting has big eyes and is as cute as a doll.

She thought the author's style was good, and maybe she could talk to Uncle Fu Chengbin and incorporate this style into the story as a narrative device.

Using simple drawings to directly describe the tragic past of the male protagonist in the novel who ran away while pregnant will not be too heavy and will also save some money.

She is a genius.

"Sure." Chen Miao walked directly to the computer and started looking for the book he needed.

Jiang Fu quickly took a photo and wrote down the author's name.

Lu Chuntai, Class 1 (5) of Senior High School, judging by her name, she should be a cute girl.

Inexplicably, she thought of her junior schoolmate who was locked in the toilet that day with a timid look in her eyes.

How about going to visit her?