The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 35: 033 Okay, I’ll inform you

Editor: Henyee Translations

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Borrow the computer?

Teacher Deng was taken aback for a moment but didn’t ask why, “Okay, wait for me a second.”

After nodding to Teacher Xu, she left the office.

Teacher Xu frowned, but he didn’t interrupt.

Having led the Elite Class for so long, he knew each student very well.

Ying Zijin’s grades weren’t good. She was introverted, taciturn, often walking with her head lowered, moving carefully alone. It was quite good if she wasn’t bullied.

However, when he had previously called Madam Ying, the Ying Family took an indifferent stance, as if they were certain Zijin was the one responsible for the incident.

Teacher Xu truly couldn’t understand.

Lady Ying, seeing the girl still acting nonchalant, without any hint of shame or guilt, immediately exploded with more fury.

“What do you need a computer for? Huh? Won’t you apologize?” As she spoke, she took out her phone, “Since you have no shame, I’ll post your ‘good deeds’ on Weibo right now.”

The power of public opinion could ruin a person.

Upon hearing this, Ying Zijin turned her head and slightly lifted her eyes.

Her fair skin framed a pair of narrow phoenix eyes, chillingly cold.

Meeting this gaze, Ying Feifei suddenly recalled how she had been shoved into the trash can and forced to eat the garbage bite by bite, causing her body to shiver.

Her hands trembling, she reached out, “Mom, don’t—”

“Feifei, don’t be scared,” Lady Ying comforted her, bitterly stating, “Mom will vent this anger for you right now.”

“Lady Ying,” Teacher Xu had to speak up, “Without personal permission, this constitutes an invasion of the right to reputation.”

Lady Ying’s hand stiffened, her face inexplicably flushed with agitation under the watchful eyes of everyone present.

At this moment, footsteps approached; Teacher Deng had returned with the computer.

“Thank you, Teacher Deng,” Ying Zijin said as she took the computer and held it in her hands, “Sorry for the trouble.”

“It’s no trouble,” Teacher Deng couldn’t help herself and asked curiously, “What do you need it for?”

“It’s nothing,” Zijin booted up the computer, took out a USB drive from her pocket, and said dismissively, “just copying a few surveillance clips from the monitoring room to share.”

Surveillance?

At this word, Teacher Xu had to take things more seriously.

He asked with a stern expression, “What exactly is going on?”

Ying Feifei, however, suddenly widened her eyes, her palms sweating.

To teach Zijin a lesson, she had arrived at school at 6:15 a.m.

There weren’t many people at the school at that time, but the surveillance was always on. If…

No, of course not.

Not even teachers could enter the surveillance room at will, so how could Zijin, a student, have entered it?

Ying Feifei regained her composure and sneered internally.

She was just bluffing, thinking she really had evidence?

“Checking the surveillance?” Lady Ying laughed too, disdainfully saying, “Fine, then let’s watch it—let’s see how this student bullied our Feifei!”

Her voice was sharp, causing Zhong Zhiwan, who was about to knock and enter, to also hear it and pause.

“Why aren’t you going in?”

Behind her, a rich male voice sounded.

“Nothing, Teacher He,” Zhiwan was slightly startled when she saw who it was, then smiled, “It’s just a conflict that arose in our class. Teacher Xu is resolving it; he asked us to self-study for the time being.”

He Xun frowned, “What happened?”

“It’s really nothing.” Zhiwan hesitated, then summarized the events that had unfolded, “I came over to see how it’s going.”

After listening, He Xun’s expression turned a few degrees colder, but his tone remained calm, “You go back first. I’ll have a look. Don’t let it affect your studies.”

Zhiwan nodded without refusing, “I’ll leave it to you then, Teacher He.”

As He Xun entered, he saw the girl sitting with her legs tucked in front of the office desk, propping a laptop on her forearm.

Her head was slightly lowered, her other hand rapidly typing something on the keyboard.

He Xun’s expression turned profoundly cold, filled with disgust.

The victim was right there, yet she seemed unconcerned, displaying no sense of guilt.

In his two years of teaching, he had never encountered such a student.

“Teacher Xu,” He Xun no longer glanced at Ying Zijin, “I came to ask if the matter with the Elite Class’s student has been resolved.”

“It will take a little while longer,” Teacher Xu was somewhat surprised by He Xun’s arrival but said nothing more, “Zhiwan is watching over the class.”

He Xun simply stated, “Teacher Xu, there’s no need to waste time.”

If a mistake was made, then issue a disciplinary action. What’s the point of making the whole class wait together?

The time of over forty people, is it worth compensating for?

“Right?” Lady Ying was domineering as she said, “And now you want to watch the surveillance, are you looking to be shamed further?”

As soon as she finished speaking, the projector in the office was suddenly turned on, casting an image onto the white screen in front of them.

It was a surveillance clip, the quality wasn’t clear, but it was possible to recognize who was in it.

The time in the top right corner of the surveillance was accurate to the minute and second.

Seeing her own image appear on the screen, Ying Feifei finally started to panic and tried to tug at Lady Ying’s clothes.

But everyone in the office, including He Xun, was already looking at the screen.

The footage began rolling, revealing on the surveillance—

At 6:15:27 a.m., Ying Feifei entered the school gate.

At 6:20:46 a.m., Ying Feifei arrived at the Elite Class classroom, took Zijin’s books from her desk drawer, tore them to shreds, and threw them into the trash can before leaving.

At 6:35:14 a.m., Ying Feifei returned with a bag of soy milk and a bowl of rice noodles, pouring them all into the trash can.

At 6:40:34 a.m., Ying Feifei brought a bucket of trash and dumped it behind the classroom.

At 6:45:12 a.m., Ying Feifei entered the classroom for the fourth time, placing two spiders inside Zijin’s desk drawer.