The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 451 - 370

No one saw clearly how Rong Zhi did it.

When they looked up, all they could see was the Chief Instructor kneeling on one knee on the ground, veins bulging on his neck and forehead as if under great pressure, and behind him, a cold, pale hand tightly gripping the nape of his neck.

Her right leg was bent, pressing against the Chief Instructor’s back, her face lowered sideways, her whole aura cold and solemn.

"...What the hell?!"

It wasn’t until a long time had passed that someone exclaimed in shock.

Some were still bewildered and unable to react.

Rong Zhi had already withdrawn her hand and leg and stood up before they could utter a sound, reaching out to the Chief Instructor with a slightly apologetic tone: "Sorry, can you get up?"

Although the Chief Instructor had just spoken harshly to her, considering her own ability, she still reduced her force by sixty percent at the last moment to ensure the Chief Instructor could still stand up steadily.

The Chief Instructor was more stunned than the students.

He looked at the slender, pale hand in front of him, unable to fathom how she had just gripped his neck like that—the feeling of being locked was too real.

So real that he thought he was truly on the battlefield, being grabbed at a fatal point, and in the next second, his neck would be twisted and he’d die.

In a flash of realization, he suddenly looked up and gazed into the girl’s eyes, his voice slightly altered: "You really taught Song Yue martial arts?!"

Rong Zhi responded with an indifferent "Mm."

The Chief Instructor’s face momentarily showed bewilderment.

Oh my, isn’t she just a girl who looks quite unique? How did she turn out to be so formidable?!

"I thought you were lying to me," the Chief Instructor held her hand, using her strength to stand up, wiping his face as he withdrew his hand, his eyes rather complicated, "You don’t look like someone who can fight at all."

Tall and thin, like a bamboo stick blown over by the wind.

Rong Zhi expressed understanding but still explained appropriately: "I don’t tell lies."

The Chief Instructor now truly believed; he had already felt the pressure from her, a terror nearly overwhelming him.

He chatted with Rong Zhi without lowering his voice, allowing the nearby students to overhear everything, leaving them confused.

What was going on? Isn’t Rong Zhi their class leader? How did she suddenly become Instructor Song’s teacher and even sparred with the Chief Instructor?

And she won??

Seeing is believing; if they previously thought Rong Zhi was just an ordinary student, powerless but clever, with nothing different from them,

After this episode, they instinctively labeled her as a "strength faction" in their minds.

Indeed, wherever a genius goes, they remain a genius.

Immediately after, the Chief Instructor asked Rong Zhi to demonstrate again. She had no objections, standing in the center to accept the varied gazes, still standing upright like bamboo.

The demonstration movements were fluid and efficient, even more perfect than when the Chief Instructor showed them.

Classmates from Neuro Surgery Class B originally doubted Rong Zhi’s abilities.

After all, besides her intelligence, she had nothing to commend.

But now, they were silent, no longer daring to doubt.

-

The military training time quietly passed.

Two days remained until the final drill, and during these days, Rong Zhi trained her classmates according to actual militarization with her method.

The classmates suffered in silence, training until dusk every day, panting heavily, lying on the ground, crying out for Song Yue’s return.

Other class students passing by looked at them with sympathy and schadenfreude.

Feeling quite fortunate they didn’t end up with such a devil of a leader.

But besides that, the rest of the students still held a pessimistic attitude.

Although Rong Zhi had solid personal skills, the classmates were scattered like loose sand, and despite her efforts, it was of no use.

Song Yue returned the day before all classes were to compete in the results of military training.

He handed over the work to Rong Zhi.

Rong Zhi pressed her palm’s acupuncture point, speaking slowly: "How did the task go?"

"Not much difficulty." Song Yue checked each student’s physical condition and found that besides mental fatigue, their physical fitness had noticeably improved.

"Should we give them a break, let them rest a bit?" He suggested, rubbing his chin.

Rong Zhi didn’t mind: "If you want to give them a break, do it."

Song Yue smiled slightly, turned and loudly announced it to them.

The classmates immediately sprawled on the ground excitedly, shouting: "Ahhh finally, we can rest!!"

"I must, must sleep enough; this week was really tormenting!"

"Sleep, sleep, my dear bed, I’m back."

The noisy playground soon returned to tranquility.

Song Yue chuckled helplessly, "You really tortured them."

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow: "Did I?"

She even felt she had lowered the standards; was it really that hard?

Song Yue couldn’t say much; when he first learned combat skills via video with Rong Zhi, she had first proposed a series of physical training requirements, entirely Hell-like training.

Thinking of it now, Song Yue felt a bit nostalgic.

"At that time, I couldn’t hear your real voice, even your physique was blurred, and I learned all these skills through the screen, I seem quite impressive."

Rong Zhi took out her phone and unlocked it, nodding slightly: "Quite impressive."

Indeed impressive, she didn’t teach much back then, just told and demonstrated all the foundational elements she taught Song Lichen, the rest was up to Song Yue to comprehend.

Later when they met in the real world, she formally started coaching Song Yue, but by then his personal style was already formed, and she couldn’t teach much.

Song Yue seldom received praise and was momentarily floating, "I brought you roast duck, asked the dining hall aunt to keep it warm, hurry over, or others might snatch it away."

He invited the girl to leave, and the girl looked up from the screen, responding with a "Mm."

-

Rong Zhi casually wiped the black wristband, then tossed the tissue into the wildly burning sea of fire behind her.

After re-stabilizing the wristband, she tapped her Bluetooth earpiece by her ear.

"Hello, welcome to the Heaven Gate Network, Customer Service 13 is at your service."

Rong Zhi was expressionless, silently not responding.

Customer Service 13 received no response for quite a while, nervously asked: "...President Fei?"

"Task K202 has exceeded the scope and needs a price increase."

Customer Service 13: "?"

"Okay, please hold while I check it for you."

Rong Zhi patiently waited; two minutes later, the customer service softly inquired: "My check shows that this task only requires hiding the employer’s whereabouts. What exceeds the scope?"

She was one of the few Platinum Taskers in Heaven Gate Network; customer service dared not offend her easily and had to respectfully tread carefully.

Rong Zhi calmly replied: "I killed the people tracking the employer."

Customer Service 13: "..."

Well done, as expected.

As it happened, while hiding the employer’s whereabouts, Rong Zhi bumped into some scums ready for action and thought since the employer wanted to hide, it must be to evade these people, so why not kill them all.

After all, she needed money, and this method was faster.

Rong Zhi inexplicably felt the employer wouldn’t reject her price hike request.

Perhaps it was a woman’s sixth sense?

The customer service was speechless for a while, yet still responded cheerfully, smiling on the outside, internally troubled, agreeing to the price increase.

Rong Zhi disconnected the chat.