"Guo Miao, you must have just transferred here. Are you adapting well? Although there are no restrictions on registrations for this English competition, I think you should focus on catching up with everyone's learning progress. What do you think?"
Gu Ze's words were not subtle; they were clearly mocking her!
"And the results of the competition are linked to the evaluation of the teacher. Is this how you treat your teacher?"
"Mr. Gu, are you my English teacher?" Guo Miao stood up and looked at Gu Ze, her eyes calm.
"I'm doing this for your teacher's sake. Why are you still talking back to me as a teacher?" Gu Ze had always been in charge of the elite class and had always looked down on the students in the trash class, Class 10.
Most of the students here had paid money to get in, and she looked down on trash from the countryside even more.
"Do we need your permission to register for the competition, Miss Gu?" Guo Miao looked up at her, her eyes full of disdain.
"You're free to register as you wish. Of course, you don't need my permission. I'm just trying to persuade you. Don't be ungrateful."
"I'll sign up.," Guo Miao said with certainty.
Gu Ze rolled her eyes at Guo Miao's words. This trash student actually dared to disobey her.
'Hmph, it's your teacher's bad luck to have a student like you. Just sign up then.' After Gu Ze finished speaking, she casually tossed the registration form over to Guo Miao.
Guo Miao didn't pay attention to her but wrote down her name on the registration form and handed it to her English teacher, Wang Rong, instead.
"Miss Wang, I'll sign up."
Wang Rong nodded. She didn't care so much about the so-called "evaluation." It was just that Gu Ze was tyrannical in school every day. This student had offended Gu Ze, and Wang Rong didn't know if Gu Ze would make things difficult for Guo Miao in the future.
When Gu Ze saw that Wang Rong had actually agreed to the registration of that trash student so easily, she snorted coldly and left.
The students in the class were also talking about it. Some people admired Guo Miao for dissing Gu Ze while others thought that she was overestimating her ability and liked to brag.
"Let's go to class." The voices of discussion quieted down along with Wang Rong's voice.
Guo Miao sat down. Someone pulled on her sleeve. It was Chen Si.
"All the best. I know you can do it. Gu Ze, that old hag with a big mouth, will definitely regret it!"
Chen Si believed in Guo Miao's strength.
At that moment, in a Dior shop, an old woman was half-slumped in a seat. On the other side of the seat was a middle-aged man.
"Mom, I told you not to go out to the old area alone so often. You should at least have someone with you." After Zhong Heng finished speaking, he instructed the personal assistant sitting in the front row.
"Zhang, get the Transportation Bureau and the City Council to check the surveillance footage to see if this three-wheeled bike has a license plate and where it went. If we still can't find the three-wheeled bike, then get the police to do it. We must find the culprit."
"Alright," he said with a nod.
"I didn't expect people these days to be so inconsiderate. Fortunately, I met a kind little girl," Song Zhen said, "However, although this lady is kind, she's not the kind of person who would help others without a bottom line. She even left a note: 'remember to transfer the money.'"
The note said, "Hello, I wish you a speedy recovery. The medical bill is 5,000 dollars." It was followed by a string of numbers.
Song Zhen admired this young lady's kindness and her bottom line and principles.
Zhong Heng read the note and immediately transferred 20,000 dollars to the card. This little girl had saved his mother's life, so he would definitely not just reimburse her for the medical bill.
On her way back from school, Guo Miao didn't know that a huge sum of money had been transferred to her bank account.
She didn't choose to take a bus home from school. The school wasn't far from the Guos' residence, and walking like this was exercise and could strengthen her body.
There were some residential areas near Haicheng High School. These residential areas were filled with all kinds of alleys, most of which were very quiet.
In her previous life in the Empire, Guo Miao had always been afraid of silence. She feared loneliness, especially when she was in a quiet place with no one.
However, after her reincarnation, she preferred to be alone. Compared to being in a crowd, the feeling of being alone made her clearer-headed.
"Young Master, you've offended someone, so you have to suffer now. do you understand?"
"That's right, Young Master. Don't be too afraid to admit what you've done. It's not a big deal to get beaten up anyway."
There was a din in the alley not far away, and there was the sound of metal rods being dragged across the ground, which was very harsh to the ears.
She could tell that the metal rods were very heavy. If they were not martial artists, they must be from the army.
Guo Miao didn't have time to escape, so she quickly turned around and hid in a corner, observing the street.
In the crowd, she suddenly saw two people in the same school uniform as her.
If she didn't remember wrongly, these two people were in the same class as her!
How could they have offended such people?