Zhu Xiangxiang returned to the room and turned on his mobile phone to surf the Internet. As expected, the entertainment headlines had been updated.

——The golden phoenix flying out of the chicken coop or the dove occupying the magpie's nest? Decipher the path to the top of the first socialite!

——The little nun turned into a rich man? Where will the fake daughter go?

The exaggerated and eye-catching title was paired with a candid photo of Ming Jing's back, and a few black photos of Zhu Xiangxiang, and the bloody storm began.

People who eat melon love the most are gossips about wealthy families. Screenwriters and screenwriters can't even write realistic scripts like True and False Daughters, and netizens can't put it down. Discussions on the Internet are in full swing. Among them, there are many poor Mingjing who hates Zhu Xiangxiang. In addition, the navy is fishing in troubled waters.

Zhu Xiangxiang was blackened into carbon.

Zhu Xiangxiang can guess who did it, but that's not what matters now. Netizens scold her a few times and she can't lose her flesh. The harsher the scolding on the Internet, the more pity her family will have on her, which is exactly what she wants.

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In the evening, during the Zhu family's family dinner, Ming Jing came down from upstairs. When Lin Qing saw her bald head, her nose almost became angry.

Grandma Zhu had warned her before that she couldn't scold anyone, so she ordered the nanny to go out quickly and buy a wig and come back. She couldn't stand it for a moment.

Grandma Zhu pulled her to sit next to her. This was Zhu Shaodan's previous position. Zhu Xiangxiang glanced at her silently and sat down on Lin Qing's right hand side.

Grandma Zhu glanced at her bald head and said with a smile: "A round head is smart and blessed."

Ming Jing smiled slightly: "I accept your good advice."

Grandma Zhu patted her hand, and in Ming Jing's hand was a finely crafted silver lock, "Grandma gave it to you as a meeting gift."

Ming Jing followed the good advice and said, "Thank you, grandma."

The elder's gift is indispensable.

The nanny kept serving the food, and in the blink of an eye the table was filled with all kinds of delicacies.

"I don't know what you like to eat. You have suffered so much in the past and your child has lost weight. I will make up for it in the future." Grandma Zhu looked at Ming Jing with distressed eyes.

Grandma Zhu looked around and said in a deep voice: "Shao Dan hasn't come back yet?"

"I'm telling you, the light in the restaurant is particularly dazzling tonight. It turns out there is an extra big light bulb." The young man's disdainful and sarcastic voice came from outside the door. In the blink of an eye, a handsome young man walked in with his hands in his pockets.

He is about fifteen years old, thin and tall, wearing a yellow and white baseball jersey, his hair is permed with tinfoil that scumbags love, he has handsome features and a high-spirited look.

But the look he was looking at Ming Jing at this moment was quite unkind, "Our family does not run a welfare home, so we can take back all the cats and dogs."

"What are you talking about? This is your sister Ming Jing." Grandma Zhu scolded her in a deep voice.

Zhu Shaodan rolled his eyes: "I don't have a sister who is a nun. I only have one sister, and that is Zhu Xiangxiang."

Grandma Zhu was so angry that she wanted to hit him with a cane, but Lin Qing, who was protecting the calf, quickly stopped him: "If Shao Dan doesn't like it, he doesn't like it. Why force him? Sit down and eat."

"I won't eat at the same table as the nuns." After saying this, he put his hands in his pockets and went upstairs.

"This kid is getting more and more outrageous." Grandma Zhu cursed and patted the back of Ming Jing's hand.

"Shao Dan is not bad in nature, but he has been spoiled by us. As time goes by, he will know how good you are."

Ming Jing patted Grandma Zhu's back gently to calm her down, and said calmly: "Irrelevant people are not worth wasting your energy on."

Grandma Zhu sighed. She could see clearly that from the time she came to this house, no matter how bad or good she was, this child had no mood swings. She really brought the four qualities of a monk to the extreme.

She is obviously just a beautiful girl.

The meal was neither salty nor bland. When he was about to finish the meal, Lin Qing answered the phone. After hanging up, he glanced at the mirror who was eating quietly.

"The school has arranged it for you. You will report the day after tomorrow. It is in the same school as Xiangxiang. However, your foundation is too poor, so you can only start from the first year of high school. I don't expect you to study as well as Xiangxiang. Just get a diploma. I wish you all the best."

I will support you for a lifetime."

Zhu Xiangxiang said happily: "Mom, don't worry, as long as I am here, Xiangxiang will not be bullied."

"That's great, Ming Jing, from now on we can go to and from school together." The smile on Zhu Xiangxiang's face was so sincere that it was moving to watch.

Looking at the silent Ming Jing again, the bald head is too dazzling. Compared with the elegant and generous Zhu Xiangxiang, the scale in the hearts of everyone present is off again.

Does Der Spiegel care what these people think? She went back to her room after dinner.

She came to Zhu's family because she had a mission, not to act like a loving mother, a filial son, and a respectful sister.

When I walked into the bathroom and looked at the face in the mirror, there was nothing that was not exquisite and perfect. It was a level that even the genetic variation of the Zhu family could not reach.

With my current status and appearance, it is not a good thing to be too good.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, "Miss, I bought a wig."

Not knowing which style Ming Jing liked, the nanny bought five hats in five styles.

Ming Jing took a quick look and picked the most common short hair, with thick bangs, covering the girl's smooth and full forehead, making her look dull and dull.

The nanny couldn't help but remind her: "This wig with long straight hair is most suitable for the lady. The lady looks so beautiful with a bald head. She will definitely be more beautiful with this wig."

Ming Jing glanced at her lightly, and the nanny was a little frightened. She didn't know why, but this new lady obviously looked kind and kind, but when her eyes glanced over, she felt like she had nothing to hide from. It was really strange.

Weird.

"I put these four wigs in the cabinet for the lady. She can wear whichever one she wants. Changing it every day will make it feel fresher."

Ming Jing nodded briefly in response, sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated, falling into silence like an old monk in meditation.

The nanny Xiaoying took a few furtive glances. Her slender figure glowed like a saint under the light, as if even looking at her again was blasphemy.

Silently reciting Amitabha in her heart, Xiaoying left quickly.

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Shengde High School is the best aristocratic high school in the city. The students who enroll are either rich or noble. In order to increase the enrollment rate, the school directors spend a lot of money to find top students. Most of these top students come from poor backgrounds and hope to get ahead by studying. They look down upon those who do not learn.

The second generation of rich people are rich in science and technology, and the second generation of rich people also look down on these top students who pretend to be high-minded but are really poor.

Especially after Lin Helong was forced to drop out of school last month, the two camps became even more incompatible.

The first year of high school is usually the rocket class and the top student class, the second, third, fourth and fifth classes are the experimental class and the ordinary student class, and the sixth, seventh and eighth classes are the parallel class, which is where the rich second generation who are idle and ignorant gather.

Ming Jing was assigned to Class 8, which was the class with the largest number of scumbag students, and was hated by everyone.

The arrival of a transfer student did not cause any waves in the class, at most it made a small ripple.

Ming Jing obediently walked to the seat designated by the teacher and sat down. His deskmate was a cheerful girl with a round face. She smiled enthusiastically and said, "Hello Ming Jing, my name is Tao Xingxing."

Ming Jing put away his schoolbag, took out his textbooks, turned to look into her eyes, and smiled slightly: "Hello."

The girl in front of her looks very ordinary, but her eyes are so beautiful, and contain a kind of broad-mindedness that cannot be described in words.

Be tolerant to diversity, tolerance is a virtue.

Tao Xingxing, who is very fluent in Chinese, found the right adjective instantly.

That's the feeling.

Opening the textbook, Ming Jing looked at the densely packed text above, his thoughts quietly drifting away.

How long has it been since you sat in a classroom and studied with peace of mind?

Picking up the pen, Ming Jing smiled. After many years of worshiping Buddha, his state of mind has long been transcended. At this moment, his fingertips still couldn't help but tremble.

The girl sat quietly and calmly. The noisy environment around her did not affect her at all. Her body seemed to be shining with holy light, and she was incredibly gentle.

Tao Xingxing was stunned.
Chapter completed!