The Mysterious Heiress: Researcher In Disguise

Lu Chuwan's grades are good and she looks good. She smiled at this moment, but there was a bit of indifference in her brows and eyes.

In the sound of congratulations, neither agreed nor rejected what Xu Tongtong said.

Xu Tongtong reached out and shook her arm, pointed to the hot posts on the forum, and staggered the topic: "Wanwan, the new transfer from our school is your country cousin, I think your second uncle paid her to the first middle school to send her to the first high school. Is it true that I donated a laboratory building specially? This is too petite!"

The volume is not low, and it is not difficult to hear the envy in the tone.

Although No. 1 Middle School was a well-known aristocratic school in City A, it was expensive, and it was divided into three, six, and nine grades. The Lu family was able to spend a lot of money for an adopted daughter, which showed that the family was rich.

Lu Chuwan's expression froze, and she was stared at by a group of people, and she said calmly, "Otherwise. There has never been a precedent for the children of the Lu family to go to a third-rate school."

"...It turned out to be for face." Xu Tongtong pursed the corners of his mouth and glanced at the posts in the post bar.

The Lu family has been engaging in charity all these years, and it may be that they adopted a countryman in order to leave a good impression on the public.

Thinking of this, the envy of Fu Zhi in her heart dissipated a lot.

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Fu Zhi didn't know that she had just come, and there were posts about her on the Post Bar of No. 1 Middle School.

At this moment, she was standing outside the door of the math group. After Director Liu and Teacher Ma handed over, Teacher Ma came out of the office with a smile.

The man looked to be in his forties, a little bald, and was holding a cup of red dates and wolfberry tea in his hand: "Fu Zhi?"

Fu Zhi nodded.

The little girl is white and clean, she looks like a thief, and has a very quiet personality.

Ma Mingquan's eyes stopped on her palm-sized face, and his tone was quite surprised: "It's weird, you look a lot like me!"

Fu Zhi raised his head and his eyes fell on Ma Mingquan's face with the national character.

Fu Zhi thought "..." for a moment.

He frowned, and before he could speak, he heard Ma Mingquan's personal attack: "Hey, your meditation is more like it!"

Fu Zhi: "..."

Probably because it was too bad, it couldn't be worse, Fu Zhi lowered his head and refused to communicate.

On the contrary, Ma Mingquan was in high spirits, and while taking her to the class, he muttered, "What is this called?"

Fu Zhi: "There is something out of nothing."

Ma Mingquan slapped his brain: "Oh yes, I remembered it, this is called the teacher-student phase! It's fate, you know?"

Fu Zhi: "..."

Because of this subtle teacher-student portrait, Ma Mingquan was very concerned about the transfer student: "I read the file that you were transferred from a small town, right?"

"Um."

"Did you study at No. 3 Middle School before?"

"Um."

His expression was like an old father's distress and a certain kind of ambition: "The resources in the town are not very good, but it doesn't matter, I have seen your grades, 600 students, you can stabilize at more than 500, which is very good. , it's very eye-catching, the teacher will give you a set of five-three tomorrow, you study hard, it's not a big problem to get a high school!"

Fu Zhi: ?

Ma Mingquan seemed to be very satisfied with Fu Zhi. He was rushing to the prep bell for class to ring. The corridor on the sixth floor was still lively and bustling, with girls chasing boys with brooms.

Without looking sideways, he stretched out a hand to protect Fu Zhi: "Young people, there are always times when they are full of vigor. They are usually very quiet in math class, so you don't have to be afraid."

Fu Zhi nodded.

"You don't need to be afraid. In fact, they are all good children."

Ma Mingquan said in a proud tone, "And they all listen to me!"