Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots
Chapter 132 Fellow Daoist is sick, the old ancestor is heartbroken

Chapter 132: 132 Fellow Daoist is sick, the old ancestor is heartbroken

Zou Wu had hardly borrowed the paper from Tang Tianjiao before the wind blew it away.

Startled, he immediately leapt out of a first-floor window to chase after the paper.

"It clearly flew this way just now, didn’t it?"

"How could it not be here?"

He rubbed his arms and shuddered with cold.

The temperature had dropped last night, and unexpectedly, today was very windy as well.

After several rounds of searching, he couldn’t find it.

Shivering with cold, he only saw Principal Tian beside the flower bed.

He ran over. "Principal Tian, did you see a math paper..."

"I haven’t seen it!" Tian Hanwen declared firmly, cutting him off before he could finish.

Zou Wu was stunned for a moment.

Why did it seem like a flicker of guilt passed over Principal Tian’s face?

Zou Wu’s eyes quickly darted around, soon noticing a small corner of test paper peeking out from Principal Tian’s coat pocket.

His eyes lit up, and he pointed at Principal Tian’s coat pocket. "Principal Tian, is that the paper?"

"It’s not!" Tian Hanwen covered his pocket and, before Zou Wu could respond, quickly strode away.

As if he was afraid of being discovered.

Zou Wu scratched his head.

He must be mistaken, how could a principal possibly steal a student’s paper...

Back in his office, Tian Hanwen carefully took the paper out of his pocket, carefully spread it out on his desk, and then pulled out the recommendation letter he had hidden away.

He placed them side by side.

The parts of the test paper that were changed mostly involved numbers and not much text, Tian Hanwen was worried he might be seeing things.

But now, with these two items together, the result was very clear.

They were definitely, unequivocally the work of the same person!

Tian Hanwen’s eyes were sharp, as if trying to pierce through the paper.

How could the handwriting of the boss appear on other students’ papers from Class 19??

For a moment, he picked up the phone on his desk and dialed the internal line for the employee, Yang Emperor’s landline...

Zou Wu returned to the classroom and quickly admitted his mistake to Tang Tianjiao.

With her deep sense of righteousness, she would surely forgive him.

Two minutes later, Zou Wu walked out of the classroom with an air of nonchalance, sporting a large bump on his head.

Luckily, Tang Tianjiao had almost finished going through that paper.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been just a bump.

Tang Tianjiao returned to her seat and mysteriously pulled out another paper from her desk hole.

This time, it was for Chinese.

She had miraculously discovered yesterday that her Chinese test paper... had also been corrected by Snail Girl!

"Bro Ye," she whispered to Xia Ye, telling him alone and not sharing with anyone else, "if you want to correct the Chinese paper just let me know, I have one that’s already corrected..."

She spoke in a hushed tone, as if conveying secret intel.

Xia Ye chuckled, lazily resting his hand on the desk, twirling his pen: "Alright~"

Above the back door, the surveillance window’s glass bore the very flat, non-three-dimensional face of Yang Emperor.

He squinted his small eyes, closely watching Tang Tianjiao and Xia Ye’s spot.

Principal Tian had just assigned him a task: to find out who was helping Tang Tianjiao with her papers.

It sounded like a simple task, but Principal Tian had instructed him to investigate discreetly, making sure no other students, apart from Tang Tianjiao, found out.

The first period in the afternoon was physical education.

To prepare for the college entrance examination, the test targets had already been completed at the end of the last term of grade 12, and during the next term, they had a PE class every other week.

One week of physical education followed by a week of self-study, alternating like this.

Last week, it was finally time for the P.E. class again, and everyone was looking forward to it.

With ten minutes left before class, the girls changed into their sports shoes and the boys who were playing basketball took off for the playground in noisy groups.

At the door, Emperor Yang stopped Tang Tianjiao alone and asked her who had helped her correct her exam paper.

Not many people knew about someone helping her with the exam paper. Tang Tianjiao was stunned for a moment, convinced that it must have been Zou Wu’s big mouth spreading rumors again. She had no choice but to tell the truth, "I’m sorry, Brother Yang, I don’t know either. By the time I saw it, the paper was already corrected."

"You don’t know either?" Emperor Yang thoughtfully nodded his head, "Alright, I understand. Go to your P.E. class."

After all the students had left, Emperor Yang sneakily slipped into the classroom and glanced at the Chinese exam paper Tang Tianjiao had hidden under her pencil case.

He cleared his throat and glanced at the back door to make sure no one was around before pulling it out and opening it to take a careful look.

Actually, it’s quite normal for a teacher to check a student’s exam paper, but somehow, he made it seem like he was acting like a thief.

The Chinese paper was mainly in Chinese characters, which made it easier to recognize the handwriting.

Emperor Yang was quite familiar with his students’ handwriting and thought he would recognize it at a glance.

But when he took a closer look...

It seemed he really hadn’t seen it before...

Could it be that it wasn’t a student from this class who corrected it?

Emperor Yang recalled the scene he had secretly observed through the little window at the back door a moment ago.

Tang Tianjiao viewing the paper and Xia Ye talking to her while twirling her pen.

It seemed there was nothing unusual.

Emperor Yang put the paper back and shook his head, puzzled.

Pacing towards the door, he suddenly stopped for a moment.

He thought he had seen... Xia Ye twirling the pen with her right hand?

But he clearly remembered that Xia Ye was left-handed...

**

Today’s P.E. class began with the teacher leading a ten-minute warm-up, which helped the students loosen up.

It was getting colder as spring approached, even worse than in winter.

Even though it was the warmest part of the afternoon, it was still so cold.

The girls’ noses were all turned red from the cold, except for Xia Ye and Tang Tianjiao who seemed most composed.

Especially Xia Ye, who seemed unaffected as if nothing was wrong.

After the P.E. class, Xia Ye received a WeChat message from her spiritual friend.

Jiang: Sorry, I can’t have dinner with you tonight, let’s make it next week.

After Jiang Xuan had walked her home the previous night, they had planned to have dinner together today.

Xia Ye replied with "Okay."

By saying next week, it meant not only today was off, but the next few days were not possible either.

Without spiritual energy to nourish her, she’d become dry and shriveled.

Thinking about it, she also sent a WeChat message to Shen Jing.

She had added Shen Jing and Dong Mao on WeChat yesterday.

It was convenient for discussing investment matters in the future.

Heaven’s Eyes Blind: Is your CEO busy these days?

Shen Jing replied very quickly, and it was a voice message.

Shen Assistant: Miss Xia, are you talking about having dinner with the CEO tonight? Actually, the CEO has caught a cold and is afraid of infecting Miss Xia. Miss Xia is still in school with a heavy load of coursework; it would be bad if you fell ill.

Heaven’s Eyes Blind: Wasn’t he all right yesterday? Is it serious?

Shen Assistant: Don’t worry, Miss Xia. It’s not serious. The temperature dropped last night. It seems the CEO caught a bit of a cold, so he got sick today.

Xia Ye squinted at this reply.

Caught a cold...

Yesterday, she had adjusted the air conditioning in Uncle Jiang’s car to be lower...