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Not long after Shen Yue returned to her seat from the principal's office, a message was posted on the school's official website.

There is solemnity between the lines, telling the students seriously.

Shen Yue entered No. [-] Middle School with no regrets and warned certain students not to spread rumors, otherwise the school would not be lenient.

Once this news came out, coupled with Shen Yue's monthly exam results, no one would doubt Shen Yue's qualifications for entering No. [-] Middle School.

The few students who had believed what Shen Jiao and others said before felt extremely guilty and had no face to face Shen Yue.

However, a few daring classmates pretended to throw away trash after school and suddenly stopped when they passed Shen Yue's seat.

After struggling for a while, he lowered his head and bowed, "Classmate Shen Yue, we misunderstood you before, I'm sorry."

Shen Yue was looking at her phone with her head down. When she raised her head after reacting, the other person had already run away, leaving only her back.

Song Qingyuan was holding back laughter.

Shen Yue was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that these students were quite cute, but...

She looked at Shen Yun and Song Qingyuan and pointed at herself expressionlessly, "Am I scary?"

The two of them shook their heads in unison without any hesitation, "No!"

Shen Jiao was not in a hurry to go back today. When she witnessed all this, her eyes were lowered and a hint of emotion flashed across her eyes.

When everyone in the classroom was almost gone, she walked to Shen Yue's desk with her bag on her back and spoke coldly.

"I have something to tell you."

Shen Yue sat loosely without raising her head. A strand of black hair hung down her shoulders. She was a little impatient and said, "If you have anything to say, just tell me."

With this attitude again, Shen Jiao endured her anger and looked at Shen Yun and Song Qingyuan.

Song Qingyuan understood and was about to collect his things and take Shen Yun away, but Shen Yun didn't move at all.

"Sister, are we going out?" He used a declarative sentence.

Shen Jiao and Shen Yue are both Shen Yun's sisters, but everyone knows who he is asking.

"No need." Two words, concise and to the point.

Song Qingyuan sat back silently.

What Shen Jiao is usually proud of and what others hold up has no effect in front of a few people, especially in front of Shen Yue.

Her pride was a bit chapped, but her face remained calm.

"Chen Xinyi is my friend, I hope you don't care about it."

That look, that tone, seemed like Shen Yue should listen to her. She said not to care, but Shen Yue couldn't care.

Shen Yue paused while clicking on the phone, lazily raised her eyelids, and asked in a calm voice.

"Your friend, about what?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, but Shen Jiao still couldn't hold back and scolded angrily.

"Shen Yue! You have to care about it, right? Even if I tell mom, she won't agree to you targeting Chen Xinyi.

Are you concerned about such a thing? "

Shen Yue curled her lips slightly, pushed back the stool she was sitting on, put away her phone, stood up, and walked to Shen Jiao's side.

The smile at the corner of his mouth slowly faded, and he uttered two words coldly, "As for that."

......

Chen Xinyi didn't dare to go back after leaving the principal's office. She couldn't stand the strange looks from her classmates.

After all, she was young and couldn't hide her emotions. People noticed something strange about Chen Xinyi soon after returning home.

Chen Shi'an called her, clearly in a very calm tone, but Chen Xinyi felt a chill on her back and her body tensed up instantly.

She turned around, pretending to be calm and forced a smile, "Dad, what's wrong?"

On the sofa, Chen Shian crossed his legs, his elegant posture making people feel uncomfortable.

The eyes under the lenses glanced at Chen Xinyi lightly, put down the newspaper in his hand, "Why are you back so early today?"

Chen Xinyi felt guilty and did not dare to look directly into Chen Shian's eyes, so she panicked casually.

"I felt a little uncomfortable, so I asked the teacher for leave and came back. I didn't miss the class."

Chen Shi'an responded, put down his folded legs, and bent his elbows on his knees, "Not feeling well? Do you need to see a doctor?"

Chen Xinyi was extremely nervous now. She was lying to begin with. How could she dare to see a doctor? She rejected Chen Shian's proposal.

I also forgot that she usually clamored for a doctor to see her even if she had a minor problem, but today she was acting uncharacteristically.

For a while, Chen Shian didn't speak. He picked up the mobile phone on the table and turned his inky eyes to Chen Xinyi.

"Do you need me to call the teacher?" He said, pressing Teacher Song's phone number one by one.

Chen Xinyi's heart beat as the keys were pressed, and her palms broke into cold sweat.

Seeing Chen Shi'an pressing the last number and about to dial it out, his mind went crazy and he stepped forward and grabbed the phone.

He spoke tremblingly, "Dad, let me tell you."

Chen Shi'an let go of the phone, wiped his hands slowly, and leaned back.

Chen Xinyi calmed down and told what happened at school, not daring to hide anything.

After hearing this, Chen Shi'an understood what was going on and cursed Chen Xinyi, "Stupid."

Then he summoned a subordinate, whispered a few words in his ear, and the subordinate nodded and retreated.

"Go down and receive the punishment yourself."

A servant immediately came forward, "Miss, please."

Chen Xinyi's eyes showed fear, and her eyes were red, as if she was about to face some monster.

The voice trembled slightly, "Dad..."

Facing Chen Shian's cold eyes, he still lowered his head and followed the servant away obediently.

......

Friday is the day when teachers of various subjects hand out test papers.

The first class was a Chinese class. The Chinese teacher said a lot of general words without much interest and quickly started handing out test papers.

In the past, class representatives would be called upon to deliver the papers, but today the Chinese teacher actually delivered them himself.

The students whose names and scores he read came up one by one to receive their test papers.

"Song Qingyuan, 140 points."

"Shen Yun, 135."

......

"Shen Jiao, 132." Shen Jiao looked at the scores on the test paper and pursed her lips. Shen Yun actually got 135?

Chen Xinyi didn't come, and Shen Jiao helped get her test paper.

Until there was only one sheet left, the Chinese teacher suddenly stopped reading. He put down the test paper and raised his eyes to look in the direction of Shen Yue.

"Who is Shen Yue?"

Everyone looked confused, and Shen Yue stood up slowly, "Teacher."

The Chinese teacher stared at her for a few seconds, then asked Shen Yue to come up, pointed to a certain place on the test paper, and asked with a confused look on her face.

"Student Shen, you can tell the teacher, why don't you write this?"

The students below looked at the Chinese teacher's expression and were all wondering what Shen Yue didn't write to make the Chinese teacher show such an expression?

Shen Yue casually glanced at the empty large piece of composition and replied calmly: "Sorry, teacher, I will write it next time."

The Chinese teacher was about to say something, but when Shen Yue said this, he was speechless.

But there was always a hint of resentment in that look. In the end, he didn't report her score. He asked her to take away the paper and reminded her with a hint of look in his eyes.

"Remember to write next time." Otherwise, Teacher Song and the principal will talk to him again, and he will not be able to keep the Chinese teacher of the experimental class.

When Shen Yue went down, Song Qingyuan was curious about what she didn't write.

I took her paper immediately, and when I saw that the back part of the composition was completely blank and the front part was all correct, I didn’t know what to say.

The expression on his face was exactly the same as that of the Chinese teacher.

This is the reason why the Chinese teacher obviously looked disheveled but didn't get angry.

The next class is English, and the English teacher’s good mood is written on his face.

As the only person in the school who got full marks in the English test, Shen Yue was highly praised by the English teacher!

"Shen Yue's reading comprehension and composition are very good. Shen Jiao, you can check out hers."

The atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became awkward.

But the English teacher was in a good mood at the moment, so he didn't notice and continued talking.

Shen Jiao lowered her head and did not answer, her eyes dark under her long eyelashes.

The place where I held the test paper was wrinkled.

English is her best subject, and in the past these compliments were all hers.

All day long, all the teachers in the classroom could hear were praising Shen Yue.

After reading Shen Yue's test paper.

Song Qingyuan took a breath and looked at Shen Yue with a devilish look.

"No, are you so willful?"

If you don’t write essays, you can do difficult science questions, but you can’t do simple questions, who is so willful in exams?