Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots
Chapter 150 ancestors are so miserable!

Chapter 150: 150 ancestors are so miserable!

Pang Shen hadn’t noticed Xia Xing’s abnormality and opened the comment section to take a look.

"The shooter next to Night God today is pretty impressive. Their coordination is so seamless; definitely a big shot too!"

"The shooter is indeed awesome, but if he were using both hands, I think he’d still be slightly inferior to our Night God..."

After reading, Pang Shen righteously added, "Yeah, I also think so. This shooter obviously has professional training, and his skills are better than Night God’s, but if we’re talking about pure talent... he should learn from Night God!"

This sharp analysis hit Xia Xing’s already chaotic mind like a heavy blow!

He forcibly summarized three things from his tumultuous thoughts.

1. The shooter in the video was definitely himself.

2. This also means that Night God, the Zhong Kui user next to him, was Little Tiangao who had teamed up with him yesterday...

3. From the copywriting, could it be that every time Little Tiangao played with him, she was using only one hand???

He had played games with Little Tiangao several times, always feeling that her anticipation and control were particularly strong, just that her speed and operations were slightly slow.

If she was using only one hand during those times...

Then her real ability would be truly terrifying...

Yes, he had watched all of Night God’s videos, and isn’t that just terrifying?

Just then, his WeChat phone vibrated, Gu Mingzhi had sent him the company’s next makeup schedule, wanting to confirm the timing with him.

Xia Xing didn’t look at those unimportant schedule details, but instead typed a line on the keyboard and sent it to her.

FB Team Xia Xing: If you suddenly discovered that the expert you’ve been looking for was right beside you, what would you do...?

Gu Mingtian: I can totally relate to this! It feels like finding a treasure, of course!

Xia Xing frowned, she can relate?

Xia Xing’s mind was completely occupied with the matter of Little Tiangao; he had no mood to think about anything else.

He couldn’t clearly describe his current complex feelings.

The person you’ve always wanted to protect turns out to be even more formidable than you!

However, there were still strange aspects to this matter, like who helped Little Tiangao manage her short video account?

Given Little Tiangao’s character of hating hassle, she definitely wouldn’t bother with these things.

The cigarette was suddenly pulled from his mouth while Pang Shen, who was sitting next to him, was sucking on it and muttering to his phone, "If it really doesn’t work, I’ll try finding a couple of hacker masters to check out the login ID of Night God’s account... Eh? Xia, what are you doing?"

He was deep in thought when his cigarette was abruptly taken away.

Xia Xing directly threw his cigarette into a disposable cup nearby, where the butt fizzed out: "Stop bothering her; she might be busy with other stuff..."

Like studying.

Xia Xing dropped that comment, grabbed his coat, and quickly left the training room: "I’ll take an early leave, I’ll be heading out tonight."

Cold and ruthless.

From start to finish, Pang Shen was utterly baffled.

How come Xia Xing suddenly started protecting Night God???

**

Class 19 had several mathematics lessons in the afternoon.

Their new math teacher was Ye Miao; she spoke in a soft and gentle voice while teaching, but her thought process was very clear.

The students often discussed that if not for Ye Miao’s lesser experience, she might actually be more formidable than Zhao Yuhuan, the math department head.

After class, Ye Miao announced something.

The math class tomorrow was switched with the literature class the day after tomorrow.

There is a special lecture by a professor from the Mathematics Department of Beijing University. First Middle School was given two seats to attend, and the school had arranged for her and Zhao Yuhuan to go.

The professor from the Mathematics Department of Beijing University was also one of the authors of this year’s college entrance examination math paper. Although the topic of this special lecture was not related to the college entrance examination, it might touch on relevant content during the process.

Therefore, it was a must-attend important lecture for all colleges.

Zhao Yuhuan, needless to say, as the leader of the senior year math group, was bound to have a spot, but the fact that the other spot went to Ye Miao was quite unexpected.

When she announced the news to her classmates, her face couldn’t hide the joy and sense of honor, and she said she would try to bring back as many tips about the college entrance exam from the Beijing University professors as possible.

The students cheered and applauded, praising Teacher Ye Miao for not letting them down.

He Miao felt that her chance was closely tied to the dramatic improvement in the math scores of Class 19.

And all this was largely thanks to Xia Ye, who was willing to share her hard-to-get Beijing University review materials with her classmates.

Ye Miao specifically looked over at Xia Ye several times.

Unfortunately, at that moment, Xia Ye was taking a nap on the desk, the uniform’s hat pulled over her head, oblivious to the world and unaware of Ye Miao’s grateful glances...

Whenever Xia Ye slept in class, Tang Tianjiao would listen especially attentively, because she needed to record all the key points of the lessons to show her deskmate after class.

Since Xia Ye had discovered this pattern, the frequency of her napping during class had noticeably increased.

It was all for her deskmate’s learning!

It’s not that she loved to sleep!

Xia Ye slept until dinner time before waking up, Tang Tianjiao had filled two full pages with class notes for her.

During evening self-study, she was reviewing Tang Tianjiao’s notes and correcting any mistakes she found.

Xia Ye, supporting her chin with one hand, felt unenergetic all day, as if she had a bad premonition.

It was as if something was about to go wrong...

And true to her fears, just before evening self-study ended, she received a bizarre comment from a friend on her social media.

The post was a selfie she took during lunch.

She was clearly photographing her meal, but the friend commented—

Jiang: I think skirts suit you better.

For a moment, Xia Ye thought he had responded to the wrong post, then she looked closely and noticed her legs in the photo, which were unintentionally shown while she was wearing the school pants in a bold and relaxed pose.

Anyone else would focus on the food in the picture, only this friend was clear-headed enough to comment that he thought skirts suited her better.

Xia Ye, with a flick of her finger, replied to his comment.

Lord without Eyes: I never wear skirts.

There was silence from Jiang Xuan for a while.

Xia Ye thought she had stunned him with her charm.

The bell for the end of evening self-study rang, and students began packing up, preparing to leave school.

Xia Ye’s phone buzzed again.

This time Jiang Xuan sent her a direct message on WeChat.

It was a video.

She opened the video.

A coquettish voice came from inside.

’Master, come home with me~’

Xia Ye’s figure suddenly froze.

Was this the video Jiang Yunyang had taken of her last night???

Why did Jiang Xuan have it?

Xia Ye thought this was definitely the disaster she had been anticipating, not knowing that Xia Xing had already returned home early.

Xu He was quite surprised: "Son, you’re home early today?"

Xia Xing glanced around the house: "Little Tiangao hasn’t gotten out of school yet, right?"

Xu He: "The driver has gone to pick her up, should be back soon, why, something you need to ask your sister?"

Xia Xing rubbed his neck: "Nothing much, just wanted to ask her something..."