The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 393 - 311

It was past nine at night when Rong Zhi and Bai Su, who were supposed to return to the villa earlier, finally arrived.

Pei Su was assembling a mechanical wristband. Lately, she had been learning mechanical knowledge with Rong Zhi and Zhao Hecheng, so she found two abandoned ones to study.

Though unsure why her sister arrived late, she glanced up at the red marks on her sister’s neck, understood, and continued focusing on her own tasks.

But when she caught sight of the man beside her sister with her peripheral vision, her gaze paused.

Bai Su was always cold like the icy river, except when with Rong Zhi. Apart from the wristband given by Rong Zhi, he had no other accessories, and suddenly seeing a splash of red on his ear surprised her.

Jiang Gujun felt the same way when he saw the exceptionally delicate blood-red gemstone earring on Bai Su’s earlobe. He quickly averted his gaze before Bai Su noticed, continuing to talk to Rong Zhi as if nothing had happened.

Crap, Mr. Su must have gone insane with excitement.

Rong Zhi glanced at the data Jiang Gujun handed over, quickly browsing various activities and personnel movements in Y State, gaining a bit of insight.

She turned to Bai Su beside her: "Do you have anything to add?"

Bai Su shook his head.

Rong Zhi then signed her name with a stylus, planning to send it to Jiang Gujun to carry out the new rules in Y State.

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The next day, Rong Zhi went to teach class 16. The podium was still piled with stuff, and this time there were even two succulent plants, plump and adorable. When asked, it turned out to be Chi Lele’s doing, saying they were there to refresh her if she got tired during lectures.

Rong Zhi’s mouth twitched slightly.

This was as useless as Shang Xing telling her to get sunburned yesterday.

She placed the organized exam papers on the desk and called softly: "Chi Lele, help me distribute them."

Chi Lele quickly ran forward, "I’m coming."

He grabbed the stack of corrected exam papers and started handing them out one by one according to names. When he reached Shang Xing, he exclaimed, "Wow, amazing, Brother Xing, you actually passed!"

Shang Xing took the paper scored sixty from him, flicked it, and said disdainfully, "Normal performance."

The tone was annoying. Chi Lele rolled his eyes at him and continued distributing to the next. When only one paper was left, he walked towards Si Raojing, making a loud exclamation as he went.

"Brother Jing, you scored a whole ten points this time, double digits!"

Si Raojing, woken up, "..."

Preparing to let Chi Lele distribute the next set of materials, Rong Zhi paused for a moment, looked up, and asked in a voice neither cold nor warm: "Are you proud?"

"Of course I’m proud," Chi Lele nodded seriously, "You know, since Brother Jing joined class 16, this is the first time he got double digits in any subject!"

Rong Zhi remained expressionless, "Oh."

Seeing her expression, Chi Lele remembered that the person in front of him was the school’s math olympiad champion with a perfect score. Showing off these scores to her wasn’t impressive at all. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Si Raojing gritted his teeth in frustration and smacked Chi Lele on the back of the head: "Embarrassing."

Rong Zhi’s lips curved slightly, a faint smile appearing.

The mock exam was on Tuesday, and they didn’t have much time. She could only use the simplest method to instill knowledge in them. The materials handed out were notes compiled by her and Bai Su over two nights. Class two had a copy too.

"I hope you’ll read them seriously. It doesn’t matter how much you learn, at least if you read it, you’ll have an impression in your mind," she said, writing a string of formulas on the blackboard, her handwriting sharp as herself.

Si Raojing lowered his head after looking at it. Some of the material in his notebook was handwritten, some resembled her handwriting, while others were neat and standard, clearly not done by her.

It was obvious who the other author was.

He pursed his lips, a complex dark shade passing through his eyes, gripping the pen as he began to write.