The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 412 - 330

One bumper car wasn’t enough, Rong Zhi didn’t let Ying Hengxiang spend money. She bought them for Pei Su and the others, and soon the style at the villa gradually became more childish.

Jiang Gujun, with nothing to do, dragged Pei Su and Ying Hengyu to play. He truly liked children, like Rong Jiazze before and Pei Su now. Occasionally, during video calls with Rong Jiazze, he would say he wants to find time to visit him.

Unfortunately, Rong Zhi had to prepare for Class 16’s college entrance exams, so she didn’t have time.

After a month of special training, Ying Hengxiang was tested by Rong Zhi and Fu Liang, with Xu Ningxing supervising, occasionally giving him hints. Their relationship was gradually repairing.

Finally, the test results came out; he scored eighty. By Fu Liang’s standards, this was considered a pass.

It was Ying Hengxiang’s first time not achieving a perfect score. As he rubbed the score, he turned to the girl nearby who was sending messages: "Did you have this kind of assessment too?"

"Hmm?" Rong Zhi looked up from the screen, glanced at the test paper in his hand, and slowly said, "No, I didn’t have it."

Ying Hengxiang: "Then how do you know where your level is?"

Rong Zhi raised her eyebrows slightly, turned off the screen, and absent-mindedly spun the phone on her fingertip. After a moment of contemplation, she explained in a flat voice, "You need to have self-awareness of your position."

Sometimes exams aren’t the only standard for assessing ability. They can only help you identify your weaknesses and understand where your shortcomings are. Then you need to complete this knowledge to avoid repeating mistakes.

Ying Hengxiang nodded, having somewhat understood.

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Only a week remained until the college entrance exams.

Rong Zhi was almost constantly running between Tingshan Villa and Class 16, accompanying them in study until one a.m. Often, even when she was tired, the people in Class 16 were still full of energy as if they were pumped up.

The weather today was a bit gloomy, with drizzling rain.

The night was vast, and Rong Zhi was holding an umbrella as she walked towards the school entrance, but the rain carried by the wind splashed on her face. She slightly pulled down her baseball cap, but still inevitably got a bit wet.

It was now past two a.m., and the campus paths were empty and deserted, with only blurry streetlights illuminating a section in front. As she walked, she heard an extremely weak groan.

She instinctively stopped.

The sound seemed not far from her, her delicate eyebrows raised as she turned to look.

A dark figure, extremely tall, was pitifully curled up in a corner, completely soaked by the rain.

His black hair was tightly stuck to his cheeks, and even in the night, under the faint light, she could see his vaguely pale complexion.

Perhaps sensing someone nearby, he struggled to raise his head.

A familiar face came into view.

Si Raojing hadn’t expected it to be her, paused for a moment, then lay back down, fiercely biting the tip of his tongue to suppress the intermittent groans. Although his whole body was painful and burning, he still hoarsely asked her, "Why are you here so late?"

Rong Zhi responded without much emotion, "Just finished busying myself."

There wasn’t any fire around, so visibility was low, yet his painfully furrowed brows couldn’t be ignored.

Even in such a miserable state, Si Raojing managed to pull the corners of his lips with interest, "...Such bad luck."

Why did it have to be now?

"Do me a favor."

Since she’d already seen him, Si Raojing simply resigned himself to asking her to make a call to Shang Xing for him.

Rong Zhi didn’t know what had happened for him to end up like this, nor was she interested in asking. She took out her phone and dialed Shang Xing’s number.

A few minutes later, Shang Xing and Chi Lele arrived. Si Raojing lay motionlessly in the grass until they came and then reacted.

"Brother Jing!" Chi Lele hurriedly grabbed the hand he reached out, carefully helping him up from the ground, "What happened to you?" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Si Raojing shook his head with a small motion, scoffing, "It’s none of your business."

He looked at Rong Zhi, who was about to leave, pressed his lips together, and extended the still-bleeding hand: "Classmate, can I borrow an umbrella?"