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Chapter 31 Red String Bracelet

Chapter 31 Red Rope Bracelet

The next day, in the school.

Tang Qianmiao sat in the position with a red rope as a thread and woven a bracelet. The bracelet was dotted with small pearls wrapped in pollen, which looked very beautiful.

Compared to her quietness, everyone else was talking about the same thing - Lu Wanyu missed class again.

The cause was a piece of news about her father being green.

Just this morning, an authoritative newspaper published an article reporting that Lu Qintian, the former chairman of the Lu Group, had raised his daughter for more than ten years before his death without knowing it. During this period, his wife Chen Lan remained in touch with her lover. The newspaper published a chat record, which revealed that Lu Xinqing, the eldest daughter of the Lu Group, was not Lu Qintian's biological child.

The most controversial thing is that after Lu Qintian passed away, he left all his inheritance to his wife and eldest daughter, and did not leave any share for his younger daughter.

As soon as this news came out, Lu Wanyu immediately became the object of sympathy for everyone.

The front desk literary committee member turned around and spoke to her: "Qianmiao, have you seen the news? Lu Wanyu is so pitiful."

"No interest." Tang Qianmiao didn't raise his eyelids, and he twisted a small bead and put it into the rope.

The literary and artistic committee member narrowed his eyes and said, "Based on my ten years of experience in reading novels, there must be conspiracy here. First of all, Lu Wanyu was born by his ex-wife. She has a very poisonous stepmother. The stepmother does not love her and does not want her to share the old man's property. So, he poisoned Lu Wanyu's father to death, and finally, he took over the property! Do you think so?"

Tang Qianmiao looked calm and said nothing.

The literary committee member curled his lips and stared at her hands casually. He couldn't help but smell it, "It smells so good... It smells so good. Is there any fragrance here? You made it for your boyfriend?"

Before Tang Qianmiao could make a sound, she touched the red rope and said, "The texture of this rope is so special and feels so comfortable to touch. It is different from what I used before. Where did you buy it? Wow, this fragrance smells so comfortable. Do you still have it? Give me some and give you money."

Tang Qianmiao looked behind her with a light look and said, "The teacher is here."

The literary and artistic committee member immediately put away his smile and turned around and sat down with a serious look on his face.

This is a math class.

The math teacher’s surname is Yan and his name is Su. In other aspects, he is also as his name is: Yan Su.

At this time, two class leaders were sending out their classmates’ homework last time, and the surroundings were quite quiet, just now—

"Tang Qianmiao, stand up for me." Yan Su held the ruler and pressed it on the podium, with a domineering posture.

Tang Qianmiao stood up without any expression.

"Tell me why don't you hand in your homework twice in a row?"

"Okay, you don't have to say anything. I have given you enough time to write and you don't even write. No matter what the reason is, I won't accept it.

Your behavior is typical of individualism, not unity or friendship. I have told your class teacher that in order to allow you to deeply examine yourself, in the next week, you will go to the key classes to listen to your math class. Take this opportunity and you will also see that people who are better than you work harder than you!"

"Wow—" As soon as Yan Su finished speaking, the others cast envious eyes at Tang Qianmiao.

Tang Qianmiao's face looked a little irritable, "Thank you, teacher, but I am born to be mud and can't support the wall. You don't have to worry about me."

Yan Su was so angry: "I'm not discussing with you, I'm notifying you, okay, sit down."

In this class, Tang Qianmiao became the key target in the teacher's eyes. Any move that was absent would be shouted.

Her eyebrows were slightly frowning, and her eyes were filled with boredom.
Chapter completed!
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