After the full-level supernatural being recognized by the rich family

The bell for morning self-study rang, and Zhong Yao sighed softly. Today's morning self-study class was taught by the biology teacher, the old lady.

She nodded slightly to a few people.

"Sorry, I'm going to be late for class. I'll leave first."

Deng Chao hurriedly got out of the car to see her off, looking embarrassed.

"Student Zhong Yao, I didn't expect that I would delay your class by mistake. I'm so sorry."

"It's ok."

Zhong Yao first went to Octopus Dumplings to get the snacks that she had not had time to take away, and then turned towards the school.

Deng Chao sent Zhong Yao to the school gate and asked her hopefully, "Student Zhong Yao, you said that Mr. Yang Su might know a doctor who specializes in cardiology. Is this true?"

Zhong Yao knew that he was worried.

Just like a drowning person suddenly sees a piece of driftwood beside him, or like a person trapped in the desert and dehydrated from thirst suddenly sees an oasis, we will always doubt the authenticity of hope.

"Whether it's true or not, you have to try it to know."

She smiled, said no more, turned around and walked into the school with her schoolbag on her back.

Deng Chao stood there and thought about it, then left with a firm fist. No matter whether it would work or not, he had to try it first to know.

The gentleman has tried all kinds of treatments over the past few decades, so this time is no exception.

If successful, it will not only be a good thing for you, but also for the country's space industry.

As he walked, Zhong Yao called Yu Feihan and explained the matter concerning Mr. Cao to him.

"Brother Yu, please talk to Mr. Yang about the interests involved."

Yu Feihan snorted twice, "Some people say they won't help, but in the end they still make things easier for others. No wonder you are the little golden man."

Zhong Yao: “…”

"Brother Yu, I——"

"Hey! Stop right there, classmate over there. What grade and class are you from? What's your name?"

The dean, who was wearing a polo shirt, a standard middle-aged man's outfit, ran towards Zhong Yao and said, "You students just want to challenge the authority of the school. You are late again and again. I am telling you - uh, Zhong Yao?!"

Zhong Yao still had her phone to her ear. She gave the dean a dry smile and said, "Hey, good morning, dean."

When Yu Feihan heard the voice, he immediately sat up straight, wishing he could get to the other side of the phone to see with his own eyes what was happening.

He asked curiously, "What's wrong? What's going on? What happened?"

Zhong Yao leaned close to the phone and explained helplessly: "Brother Yu, I won't tell you now. I was caught by our dean for being late."

Yu Feihan laughed happily.

The awesome psychic in the dungeon was caught by the teacher for being late.

"Tell your director that you are the little golden man, and the little golden man just went to rescue someone, how can you catch the little golden man being late!"

At the Administration, many people came over after hearing Yu Feihan's words. "What? Is our little sister Jin doing good deeds again?"

"I think your teacher is extremely unethical. How can he treat the little golden man like this?"

"That's right, sister, your director is simply the opposite of Tian Gang. Use your golden light to dazzle him and run away quickly."

Zhong Yao: “…Hang up.”

Sometimes she really feels helpless. Are there any normal people with special abilities in the Administration?

Ever since everyone knew about Yan Zhen’s special abilities, she can no longer get rid of the nickname “little golden man”.

Zhong Yao sometimes felt that this was very abnormal, because with her previous temper, she had a lot of blood on her hands following her master.

Is it normal that a person who has killed others still has so much merit and golden light?

Amber groaned, "Mother killed those who deserved to die."

Zhong Yao: "You don't have to make amends for me. I have killed people who didn't deserve to die."

Especially the welfare home where she first stayed.

Later, the master took her to revisit the old place and even sneaked into the prison to let her kill someone happily, under the pretext of "cutting off the past."

She didn't know whether it was cut off in the past or not, but she never had nightmares about the orphanage and the men in striped ties and suits since then.

It was only after she met her father that she began to slowly control her temper. Later, she met those classmates who made her unable to help but smile whenever she was with them.

There was a row of late students standing next to the security department. When they saw Zhong Yao from afar, they all looked at him in disbelief.

"Fuck, the god of study is also late?"

"I have completed my day today, so what if I am late? Even the god of study is late."

"Uh, brother, but a god of study is still a god of study even if he is late. It seems that we cannot become god of study if we are late."

"...Okay, shut up and stop saying such unpleasant things."

The Dean of Studies was equally incredulous: "Zhong Yao? You're still late?"

Zhong Yao: "Director, no one is perfect, right?"

Dean:"……"

He waved his hand and said, "Don't do it again. Let's go back to class."

Zhong Yao did not move. She glanced at the students in the security department and said helplessly, "Director, favoritism will not convince the public. You should just punish them as they should."

The dean took a deep breath and pointed in the direction of the five or six students, "Then you go over there and stand there too."

"Oh." Zhong Yao walked over with his schoolbag in his hand and stood in a row with the group of students.

She looked at the Velcro on the chest of everyone's school uniforms; there were 1, 2, and 3.

All three grades of high school are complete.

From a certain perspective, how can the dean not be considered a European emperor?

"Hi, senior." A freshman girl greeted her.

Zhong Yao nodded politely. After a pause, she handed out the octopus balls and asked, "Would you like to eat?"

The junior high school girl looked flattered, as if she didn't expect Zhong Yao to be so easy to get along with. She thought the academic genius would be very aloof.

Her alarm didn't ring this morning, and she rushed to school without even having breakfast. She was really hungry now: "Is it okay? Senior."

Zhong Yao nodded generously, untied the bag, broke the two skewers given by the stall owner into two halves, and casually stuck them on a few meatballs, then called on several other classmates to eat together.

News spreads most quickly among students. If a restaurant's food is not tasty, their attitude is problematic, or they don't provide chopsticks when ordering takeout, their sales the next day will be reduced by half immediately.

Therefore, the stall owners around the school rely on the good reviews among students to make business. Not only are the prices fair, but the quantities are also sufficient.

The portion that Zhong Yao bought is enough for each person to eat two.

"Eat, you're welcome."

When the dean of studies came over with another late student, five or six people had just finished making Zhong Yao's octopus balls.

The dean's face was filled with black lines: "Zhong Yao, did I ask you to come over and feed them?"