In front of the washbasin, Chu Zheng narrowed his eyes, looking coldly at the youth with water droplets covering his face in the mirror, the corners of his lips slowly rising, his voice soft: “One day, you will belong to me. Only to me.”
Eleven Middle School was a famous key high school in Qingcheng, where academic elites gathered. Not only did it have strong faculty, but most students also came from powerful families. The worst female bully in the school, Tang Jia, was the daughter of the richest couple in Qingcheng. On the first day of enrollment, they built several teaching buildings for the school without batting an eye, requiring that their daughter must not be expelled and must graduate normally, regardless of her grades.
However – they might not care, but now, Tang Jia herself began to care.
“What did you say, you want to get into B University?” Homeroom teacher Li’s small eyes widened in shock. Tang Jia, who was completely useless and ranked last in the school, actually wanted to get into B University – this was the most hilarious joke he’d heard all year. Chen Jing raised an eyebrow unhappily: “What, you don’t agree?
Her bully attitude was in full display.
“No.” Teacher Li subconsciously denied, then felt a headache. “Tang Jia, are you joking with the teacher?”
B University was the top-ranked university in the country. Students graduating from there were either presidents or billionaires or even top scientific researchers.
Throughout the entire school, only Chu Zheng, who consistently ranked in the top three in every exam, would have the confidence to say such a thing. Tang Jia, a complete academic failure, actually daring to dream of this—she must be out of her mind.
Of course, this was something he would only think to himself and would never say out loud.
“I’m not joking,” Chen Jing leaned her hands on the desk, saying meaningfully: “I remember, there’s a junior who’s always first in the whole school, right?”
“Yes… what are you trying to say?” Teacher Li had a bad feeling.
“Have him tutor me,” Chen Jing said imperiously. “Change my records so I can go to senior two, to Chu Zheng’s class.”
“…” Just as he expected! Teacher Li tried to resist: “Jia Jia, it’s not that I don’t agree, but Chu Zheng’s personality…”
“Teacher.”
