Chapter 8: Rejection

Le Wan smacked her forehead.

"It means that your brain is stuffed with soup and water from breakfast, so you can't understand human language? "

While Fu Sui was still in a daze, she hit him with her shoulder and pushed him away. Then she entered the classroom without looking back.

With the surprised gazes of the people around him, Fu Sui's face alternated between green and white. He gritted his teeth and said,

"Le Wan, you're good."

Fu Sui was very angry at being humiliated by Le Wan in public. If it wasn't for the fact that she was his fiancée, was loyal to him, was good-looking, and had a good family background; also that it would make him look good if he brought her out, would he lower his head and look for her?

Since you love it so much, don't regret it when the time comes.

Fu Sui didn't believe that Le Wan, who had been devoted to him, would have a change of heart. He thought she was looking for trouble again.

As he was angered by the unruly Le Wan, Le Yan's figure appeared in his mind.

They were all members of the Le family, so Le Yan would not be as delicate as her, nor would she be as unreasonable as her. For the first time, a thought came to his mind. It would be great if the marriage partner was Le Yan.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Fu Sui himself was shocked. He had only met Le Yan twice, but he already had such thoughts about her.

This must be an illusion. This illusion must have been a result of his anger towards Le Wan just now. Fu Sui thought this, but he was concerned in his heart.

Le Wan still did not know that she had sped up the scumbag's self-awareness towards the real daughter after rebuking him. If she had known, she would have just clapped and cheered for the two of them to be together quickly and not harm others.

However, this was only her one-sided thought. At this moment, the real daughter Le Yan was trying to find ways to harm others.

At the door of the classroom, a cute girl with a crescent-shaped face called out to Zhai Jing and handed him an exquisitely wrapped breakfast.

Zhai Jing turned sideways to avoid eye contact.

"I'm sorry, I've had breakfast."

The cute girl took back her breakfast in disappointment and looked at him.

"What about lunch? Can I wait for you to have lunch with me?"

"I'm sorry, I'm busy this afternoon." Zhai Jing's eyebrows didn't even flinch.

Seeing that the girl still wanted to speak, he directly rejected her.

"I won't be free in the future, so you don't have to come to me."

His cold hard words completely shattered the girl's heart. The girl asked unwillingly,

"Are you finding me annoying?"

"A little." Zhai Jingping's cold voice made the girl run away in anger.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, our prodigy is still as unromantic as ever." One of the boys in the class who had witnessed this scene shook his head and sighed.

"If it were me, with so many girls pouncing on me, I would have long been immersed in the feeling and unable to free myself."

The girl beside him glanced at him.

"That's why he's a God and you're a slacker."

For his predecessor who had been devoted to Fu Sui, he was not very familiar with Zhai Jing, but Zhai Jing was quite popular in Mingcheng Private High School.

Firstly, it was because of his impressive results. Originally, with his family's financial situation, he could not afford Mingcheng Private High School's tuition fees at hundreds of thousands of Yuan a year. However, because he came first place in the city during the middle school examination, he was specially recruited by the headmaster of Mingcheng Private High School.

Not only did the headmaster exempt him from expensive tuition fees and other expenses, but he also promised that as long as he could maintain his grades, he would receive a considerable scholarship every year. This was enough to support his living expenses for a year and to supplement his family.

Zhai Jing did not let the principal down. Since he entered the school, he had been the top student in every major and minor examination. He had also won several gold medals in the school's competitions. The principal was so happy that he wanted to hold him in his arms to celebrate.

That was how Zhai Jing got his title as the God of studies.

Secondly, it was because of his outstanding appearance. If it weren't for his family background, which made many girls back off, and his cold personality, which made him unapproachable, the name of the school hunk of Mingcheng Private High School would have been firmly imprinted on him, and Fu Sui would have nothing to do with it.

However, even so, there were still many girls who were attracted to his looks and wanted to have a taste of the forbidden fruit of youth. However, they were all chased away by Zhai Jing's cold face and poisonous tongue.

Sigh, I wonder what kind of deity could have plucked this mountain-top flower. The boy thought.

Le Yan, who was sitting two or three seats away from him, also thought so.

When she saw Zhai Jing step into the classroom, her eyes lit up, but she quickly lowered her head to hide it. It was not until Zhai Jing walked past her and sat by the window behind her that she let out the breath she had been holding in.