The fake daughter was not exposed today

The next day.

"Ye Huiyu, Chen Miao, Jiang Yilan, come with me to the office. Everyone else, get out of class is over." He Zhen picked up the lesson plan and went out.

Ye Huiyu is a girl with a rather long face. She does not wear glasses and has a pair of thick eyebrows that look somewhat heroic.

"Danzhe is not going again?" She was a little annoyed.

Chen Miao shrugged. "I already have a career plan. Going to high school is just to ensure I have enough diplomas."

"If he doesn't come, our class will have only the women to go to the battle." Ye Huiyu joked.

"It shows that women hold up half the sky." Jiang Fu continued.

"Well said, woman, you have successfully caught my attention." Ye Huiyu joked back.

Jiang Fu was speechless.

Logically speaking, she should have caught her attention after her monthly exam.

After filling out the registration form, He Zhen explained, "The school will prepare for the exam on Wednesday afternoon. Take the review materials home and study them. If you have any questions, come and ask the teacher."

"Okay." The three of them agreed immediately.

Jiang Fu flipped through the materials and glanced at the questions. They were okay and within the scope of her familiar knowledge.

As soon as the three of them left, Jiang Fu noticed a girl from Class 7 entered the office. She was the one who sat in front of her during the exam. Her name seemed to be Tong Chuxue.

"Teacher, are there any spots left for the competition?" Tong Chuxue was a little embarrassed.

Ning Shuhe's smile was still gentle. "Sorry, the registration form for our class has been submitted. Why don't you wait until next year?"

Tong Chuxue felt a little aggrieved.

She was ranked third in her class and second in physics, which meant she was eligible to participate in the competition. However, the registration forms were never handed to her. Instead, the woman in front of her gave them all to Jiang Yiran, telling her to fill them out however she wanted.

She usually has an average relationship with Jiang Yiran, so naturally she would not get a spot in the competition.

She begged humbly once, and the girl raised her lips gangsterically, then spread out the registration form for her to see, with her name written on each form.

She could only ask the teacher for help, but it seemed that Teacher Ning was not so good-tempered.

"I have extra registration forms here. Fill them out quickly." The female teacher who greeted her had a stern face and glanced at her watch. "The get out of class is running out. Fill it out and go back to class."

"Thank you, teacher, thank you..." She hurried forward, picked up the pen, and filled in her information. Before leaving the office, He Zhen also gave her a copy of the printed materials.

Ning Shuhe said sarcastically, "You are quite good at winning people's hearts."

"That requires someone to be unpopular." He Zhen sorted out the registration forms and said sarcastically, "As a teacher, you should teach everyone, and you've only done half of it."

"But it is only this half that can influence the world. No matter what their grades are like, as long as these children are willing, they can achieve success and fame. As for Tong Chuxue, at best she can go to a top university and then work for a company for the rest of her life." Ning Shuhe disagreed.

These days, class transition is not easy, and becoming rich overnight is just luck. She doesn't think she has the ability to rely on some wealthy nobleman to live a life of ease and comfort. She just wants to receive more care and ensure a stable and smooth career for the rest of her life.

She admits that she is ordinary and common, so she is justified in being materialistic and shrewd.

He Zhen didn't say anything. He organized the lesson plan, locked the drawer and went out.

Classes are over in the afternoon.

"Jiang Yilan, I don't quite understand this question. Do you have any clues?"

"Oh..." Jiang Fu took a look at the question, which was a derivation and proof question.

After thinking about it, she chose a more complicated method to solve the problem. She worked on it for ten minutes and breathed a sigh of relief.

"This way, we can prove that the formula is valid." She handed back the manuscript with a smile.

Ye Huiyu looked at the answer and smiled inexplicably.

Jiang Fu vaguely felt a sense of suspicion and his heart skipped a beat.

Wednesday afternoon arrived quickly.

Jiang Fu calmly finished all the questions, handed in the paper, and then walked towards the first-year classroom.

It’s time for my junior high school classmate to submit her manuscript.

Jiang Fu was so annoyed that he had a headache, "Her father..."

She later asked Pu Qiubai about it, and the answer she got was that he was a pure scumbag, not very capable, but he was very good at beating his wife behind closed doors.

"Senior, this time's painting..." Lu Chuntai handed over a stack of papers.

Compared to the previous one, this time the painting was more complete and contained no fundamental errors. Although the conditions were difficult, they were enough to demonstrate Lu Chuntai's talent for painting and design.

Jiang Fu put away the manuscript and saw Lu Chuntai took out a brand new old phone. "Senior, um... can the balance be paid later... can we add a phone number?"

"Okay." Although his expression remained calm, Jiang Fu was very angry inside.

To be honest, although the royalties I received last time cannot buy me an expensive brand, it is more than enough for me to buy a smartphone worth just over a thousand yuan.

Lu Chuntai didn't seem like someone who spent money lavishly, and she asked to get her royalties later, so she only bought a new brick-sized phone... All the clues added together could only mean that the rest of the money was taken away by that scumbag father.

"Xiao Lu, if something really happens, don't swallow your anger." Jiang Fu reminded.

"Okay." Lu Chuntai responded.

She agreed, but she still had concerns in her heart. She could run away, but what about her mother... She had seen Li Ningxiu kneel down and be beaten in front of that man for various reasons since she was a child.

She was often angered by that man, but Li Ningxiu always protected her. She wanted to run and fly out of that home, but she still couldn't let go of that cowardly yet brave woman in her heart.

Jiang Fu read her inner thoughts from her emotions. With her mother as her weak spot, Lu Chuntai still couldn't break away from her scumbag father without any scruples.

"When you can transfer the money, call me or I'll give you another card." Jiang Fu said goodbye to her with a smile. When she wasn't paying attention, he cut his finger and dripped a drop of blood on her.

Lu Chuntai left with a heavy heart.

After walking a few miles, she made a phone call. "Brother Xiaobai, who's in charge of debt collection in that area of ​​Jingyang Street? I'm fine, but I want to meet him... tonight? Sure."

In the distance, Shen Zelin, who had originally planned to take the opportunity to come over and ask about the situation, stopped.

He rarely saw Sister Yilan in such a low mood, as if she was angry about what happened with that girl just now.

It's better not to bother her with trivial matters.

In the evening, Jiang Fu skipped evening self-study and went to Jingyang Street.

The weather was bad, it was drizzling, probably the first rain of summer, and the air was stuffy.

"Now is the best time to eat casserole bullfrog. The weather is a little cool, and the spicy taste on the tongue is the most comfortable. If you wait a week or two and then eat this again, you will find it as hot as the weather." The speaker was a middle-aged man in casual clothes. He put one foot on the bench and poured a glass of cold beer for the young man opposite him.

"Thank you, Uncle Xu. I have a bad stomach and can't stand the cold or hot weather. Drinking is enough." Pu Qiubai was wearing an old-fashioned Tai Chi training suit, which was somewhat out of place with the bustling city atmosphere.

"Young people nowadays are quite health-conscious." Old Xu asked casually while slurping a bullfrog, "When will your sister arrive? Don't tell me she needs half an hour to put on makeup before going out."

"Here it comes." Pu Qiubai looked behind him.