Chapter 21

When school was about to end, Wu Jiajia, Zhu Xiangxiang's deskmate, came up to her mysteriously and said, "Xiangxiang, is mirror learning very good? I think the forum said that she got full marks in the math test in the classroom."

Zhu Xiangxiang cleaned up his textbook and said as if nothing had happened: "really? Mingjing is very clever."

There was a sneer from the back seat: "you really believe it. It's just a classroom test. It's not a formal exam. The learning atmosphere of class 8 is that the teacher won't take care of copying answers with a mobile phone. Don't you think it's strange that you ferment on the Forum so quickly? Xiangxiang, your cheap sister is not simple. It will build momentum for yourself."

The speaker is Huang Yue, one of Zhu Xiangxiang's best friends.

Zhu Xiangxiang frowned, "don't talk nonsense. The mirror is not such a person."

"She just came back and has no advantage over you in any aspect. Her appearance and temperament are all raised after birth. If she wants to surpass you overnight, it is tantamount to a fool's dream. There is only one way to surpass you as quickly as possible, that is, her grades. The fastest way to improve her grades is to cheat. Class 8 students get full marks in the math test. Isn't it a big smile? If she converges, she will score 89 Very reliable, full score... When we are all fools? " Huang Yue's analysis is clear and correct.

Wu Jiajia echoed: "what you said is reasonable, but I think her classmates on the forum said that she usually studies very hard. What if it is really the result of her own efforts?"

"Are you kidding? What kind of teachers do you have in class 8? Genius can teach crooked. She's just pretending. Otherwise, how can we believe it?"

Wu Jiajia sighed: "Alas... Xiangxiang, your sister is so clever."

Zhu Xiangxiang thought of those eyes, always so calm, as if he had no desire, no desire, no sorrow and no joy.

Reason told her that Mingjing didn't go to school. Although she was literate, she couldn't get a full score without any foundation. But her intuition told her that this was a mysterious woman, and it wasn't strange what happened to her.

Zhu Xiangxiang didn't speak. He quietly sorted out his schoolbag. As soon as the school bell rang, he left the classroom.

"Do you think Xiangxiang is happy or unhappy?" Wu Jiajia asked curiously.

Huang Yue hissed: "if you are happy or unhappy?"

"I don't know. Maybe I won't be happy."

"That's enough. Human nature is selfish. Wait. Xiangxiang is not the real gold rival at all, but she owes it to others. Pay it back slowly."

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Zhu Xiangxiang waited at the school gate for a while, but he didn't wait until the mirror.

The driver asked, "Miss, there will be a traffic jam on the road later."

Zhu Xiangxiang said helplessly, "let's go."

As soon as he got home, Lin Qing excitedly pulled her: "Xiangxiang, tell you good news."

"What's the good news?"

"Mrs. Jiang is going to hold a small tea party at home this weekend. She invited several Jiangzhou celebrities. You are one of them. You just called home."

Zhu Xiangxiang raised his eyebrows and said, "only invite me?"

Lin Qing's face sank.

Zhu Xiangxiang immediately understood and took Lin Qing's hand: "Mom, this is also a good opportunity for Mingjing to enter the circle of famous women in Jiangzhou. I will take good care of her at that time. Don't worry."

In fact, the original words of Mrs. Jiang's assistant at that time were: "Oh, by the way, Mrs. Jiang was very interested in the real and fake daughter of your family and invited two daughters."

Can Lin Qing refuse? No.

"By the way, I heard that Mingjing got full marks in the math quiz this morning. Mom, are you sure Mingjing hasn't been to school before?"

Lin Qing was stunned: "how is it possible?"

She didn't take a close look at the investigation results given by the private detective. She only looked at the DNA identification results. She really didn't know whether she had attended school before Mingjing, but she wanted to know where she had the opportunity to go to school when she grew up in a nunnery.

At that time, she just wanted to plug her into a class and get a diploma. It was not worth mentioning that the daughter of the family had not gone to school, and she never expected Mingjing to make any achievements in learning.

Lin Qing's first reaction was to fly into a rage: "this dead girl has a lot of crooked thoughts. It's really embarrassing to cheat for me."

"Mom, I haven't asked why I was directly convicted. What if Mingjing really got a full score? She looks very smart."

"You still speak for her." Lin Qing turned to go upstairs and came down again with a file bag in his hand.

"Here is all the information of the mirror from small to large that the private detective gave me." Lin Qing opens the file bag. There are only a few thin pieces of paper in it. The top one is the DNA identification certificate. There are two pieces of paper below. The top details Mingjing's 16 years of life.

This time Lin Qing looked very seriously. The more she looked, the tighter her eyebrows were.

Lin Qing also came together and looked at it.

In fact, it is not detailed. Only a few major events are recorded, which is learned from the mouth of the villagers at the foot of the mountain.

It is said that Mingjing was thrown at the fax door. Nun Wuxin adopted her when she saw her pity. Mingjing is the second disciple of Nun Wuxin. There are three elder martial sisters above. Mingxin, her eldest martial sister, often goes down the mountain for fortune. The villagers know her eldest martial sister more, while Mingjing has never gone down the mountain. Only when the villagers ask for her in the nunnery due to illness can they see her.

In the memory of the villagers, the second disciple of unintentional nun was very mysterious. He never spoke and walked silently through the corridor, either meditating in front of the Buddha or sweeping the floor in the courtyard.

One thing that impressed the villagers deeply was that once a dying old man was sent to the nunnery. No matter how skillful nun Wuxin was, she could not save a dying person. The old man's son threatened that he could not be saved. His father smashed the nunnery and even shot at nunnery Wuxin. At that time, a broom rushed over and knocked the man to the ground.

The girl in Zen clothes stood quietly in the autumn sun, her eyes and eyebrows were merciful but cold, "how dare the pure land of Buddhism be presumptuous."

The man was so angry that he shot at the mirror. In the face of an adult man much taller than himself, the mirror was not slow. Three or two moves subdued the other party and threw it out of the fax door.

At that time, the villagers who witnessed all this were stunned. Since then, they have paid more attention to the little master. Most of the private detectives' understanding of the mirror came from the villagers.