From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 3 - : 00 Rule

Chapter 3: 003 Rule

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Zhu Xiangxiang invited Ming Jing to ride in a special car with her to school, but Ming Jing refused.

Now, the Zhu family’s true and false heiress affair is causing quite a stir, but no one has seen the real heiress. Zhu Xiangxiang, with her good grades, good popularity, and good looks, is not affected by the revelation of her false heiress identity in school. At most, there are some jealous women behind her making a few sarcastic comments.

Recently, the online news has been full of reports, which stirred up the matter again.

It is said that the real heiress has already been taken back by the Zhus two days ago, and Zhu Xiangxiang’s days will be hard.

Some people rejoice, some people worry.

Nobody knows that the real heiress, who is at the center of public opinion, is sitting in Shengde High School Senior Class 8 at this moment.

During the break, the girls gathered together, discussing the matter, and from their words, they seemed to be taking pleasure in Zhu Xiangxiang’s misfortune.

Ming Jing ignored them, focusing on her studies.

“Plop!” A crumpled piece of paper fell onto Ming Jing’s textbook, and a girl’s scornful voice was heard in her ear.

“The new girl, acting like a good student?”

Ming Jing pinched the paper ball without looking back. She threw it in a parabolic arc, landing it accurately in the trash can in the corner.

Her gaze remained on the textbook.

“Damn it.” Although the move was interesting, the girls were still angered by Ming Jing’s indifference. They were about to walk over and teach her a lesson, when the class bell rang. They left her with a threat: “Wait for me.”

Taking advantage of the teacher’s writing on the blackboard, Tao Xingxing whispered in Ming Jing’s ear, “Her name is Zhang Jingwen. Her family is in real estate, and her father donated a building to the school. She once bullied a girl so much that she became depressed and dropped out of school. The school didn’t dare to do anything to her. She’s part of Zhao Qin’s clique from high school senior year, and they usually walk around the school arrogantly. It’s better not to have a conflict with them. I’m afraid they would gang up and bully you.”

These girls have countless ways of bullying others, which is chilling to think about.

Ming Jing nodded. “I understand.”

Tao Xingxing was concerned because Ming Jing didn’t seem to take it seriously.

As expected, right after Ming Jing came out of the restroom, she was cornered by Zhang Jingwen and her three girls.

Ming Jing asked calmly, “Classmate, what can I do for you?”

Zhang Jingwen sneered, “You’re the new girl, right, Ming Jing? Not knowing the rules of this place? I’ll show you the ropes right now.”

The class was about to start, and there was hardly anyone in the restroom.

With a wave of Zhang Jingwen’s hand, the three girls smirked and stretched their claws toward Ming Jing.

Zhang Jingwen saw that Ming Jing had yet to beg for mercy and a malicious glint flashed in her eyes, waiting to make Ming Jing cry out later.

“Ah, it’s so itchy…”

The moment their fingers were about to touch Ming Jing’s hair, the three changed their faces.

One by one, they scratched their hands, and several scratches appeared on their smooth hands in an instant. The more they scratched, the more itchy they felt. In no time, their hands swelled up, bloody and shocking.

Due to the unbearable itch, the girls’ faces turned red, and they became agitated. One of them couldn’t help but rub her hand against the wall.

Zhang Jingwen was confused by the sudden turn of events and couldn’t help but shiver. She felt itchy too.

As a thought crossed her mind, she glared at Ming Jing, who was standing quietly on the side, and yelled, “Did you do this?!”

Ming Jing raised her eyebrows, “That’s a false accusation. I didn’t do anything. Perhaps it’s retribution for all your misdeeds?”

“You… What did you do?” Zhang Jingwen twisted, feeling as if ants were biting her back and body, so itchy that she wanted to kill someone.

“Young people shouldn’t be so angry. It’s your heart that’s itchy. Calm your heart, and the itch will naturally go away.”

She spoke calmly, and Zhang Jingwen’s anger made her even itchier…

Ming Jing walked to Zhang Jingwen, glanced coldly at her, and said, “A small punishment for a greater warning. Don’t let it happen again.”

With that, she walked away.Zhang Jingwen couldn’t shake the gaze fixed upon her from her mind, as if an invisible hand was pressing down on her head. Fear crawled over her body like lice.

Not itching, but cold, a cold that seeped into her bones.

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Ming Jing walked into the classroom with the ringing of the bell, and Tao Xingxing let out a sigh of relief when she saw her come in.

“I was really afraid they would bully you. It’s good that you’re fine. You should stay out of the classroom as much as possible recently. If it doesn’t work, call me.”

Ming Jing took out a tissue and slowly wiped the water stains from her hands, saying nonchalantly, “I’m fine.”

Tao Xingxing suddenly sniffed, like a cat, and snuggled up to Ming Jing. “You smell so good. What brand of perfume do you use?”

Ming Jing paused and said casually, “Just incense. If you like it, I’ll give you the formula.”

“Yes, yes, please.”

Master had left her a Jiuhuanjing, which contained more than a thousand dual-use formulas for medicine and poison. After years of practice, she had mastered the art of using them imperceptibly.

The back mountain of Jiyuean was an undeveloped primitive forest, home to many strange flowers and plants. Those recorded in the book could basically be found in the back mountain.

Snapdragon mixed with Buddha’s Hand in a certain proportion could cure itching poison. When combined, these two ingredients produced a unique aroma that was addictive, but harmless to the body.

In the afternoon, the sunlight lazily shone on Tao Xingxing as she indulged in the fragrance. She squinted her eyes and wore an expression of pure enjoyment on her face.

Meanwhile, her deskmate was buried in her studies. Looking around the class, others were sleeping, playing with their phones, or chatting. Her deskmate was the odd one out.

Shaking her head, Tao Xingxing thought, is Class 8 going to produce a top student?

Zhang Jingwen didn’t return until school was dismissed in the afternoon. Skipping class had become a regular occurrence for these students, and the teachers could neither manage nor dare to manage it.

There was quite a bit of homework. When Ming Jing finished writing and looked up, there was only one male student left in the classroom.

Ming Jing packed her bag and left, followed by the boy getting up and leaving too.

Based on Ming Jing’s observation and Tao Xingxing’s gossip, this male student was the class leader Hu Tian, who was a poor student and the only good student in Class 8.

After Ming Jing left, Hu Tian locked the classroom and kept a distance from Ming Jing as they both left.

“It’s her, Sister Zhao Qin.” Just as Ming Jing walked out of the school gate, she was surrounded by Zhang Jingwen and several other girls.

The girl leading the group had wavy hair, a midriff-baring top, and denim shorts, showing off her seductive figure. Her gorgeous, bewitching features were exquisitely captivating.

Zhao Qin, the female bully who ruled Shengde High School, according to Tao Xingxing. Her father was the richest man in Jiangcheng, and her mother was a mafia princess. She had a foot in both the legal and illegal worlds, and no one dared to mess with her, not just in Shengde High School, but all over Jiangcheng.

Ming Jing gave them a cursory glance and carried on her way without breaking stride.

“You stop right there,” Zhang Jingwen shouted, reaching out to grab her before thinking better of it and pulling her hand back.

She could only watch as Ming Jing walked away.

Zhang Jingwen stomped her foot in anger. “Sister Zhao Qin, you must help me get even with her. She’s too arrogant; she doesn’t even respect you.”

Zhao Qin had been staring at Ming Jing’s retreating figure, seemingly deep in thought. Hearing Zhang Jingwen’s words, she raised an eyebrow.

“When did I say I would help you get revenge? Clean up the mess you made yourself. I’m not your mother. I won’t meddle in everything.”

Zhang Jingwen was enraged but dared not say anything.

Zhao Qin chuckled, stroking her chin.

No wonder she looked familiar at first glance; this was none other than the true heiress of the Zhu family who had just returned.

And had surprisingly transferred schools quietly.

Glancing at Zhang Jingwen’s bloodied hand, Zhao Qin thought to herself that the true heiress had some skills.