The Comeback of the Cannon-Fodder Supporting Actress

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Slapping the Fake Heiress 18

Zhao Mingzhu was filled with unwillingness. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Although she was not the Zhao family’s biological daughter, she had grown up in the Zhao family for fifteen years and felt her emotional ties were much deeper than Anning’s.

She had been with Song Ruyi for fifteen years, but now, as soon as Anning returned, she was expected to cede her position.

She couldn’t get over this emotional hurdle.

After ending the call with Song Ruyi, Zhao Mingzhu made a decision.

She planned to go to Class Twelve to find Anning.

She wanted to meet Anning and see whether this wretch was human or a ghost.

Anning had been attentively listening to the lessons all afternoon.

Regardless of which teacher was lecturing, whether the content was familiar or not, she listened earnestly.

She believed that listening attentively in class was a student’s way of showing respect for the teacher; since she sat in the classroom, she ought to fulfill her responsibilities as a student.

Anning was so focused on listening that she did not demand her classmates in Class Twelve to do the same; when they whispered among themselves, Anning did not insist they be quiet nor did she criticize their behavior as wrong.

This fostered a better impression of Anning among the students in Class Twelve.

Everyone thought that this new student was sensible and knew her place.

Seeing that Anning was so understanding and well-behaved, they couldn’t help wanting to take care of her.

Thus, during the subsequent lessons, nearly all the students unanimously maintained silence.

Even if they weren’t studying themselves, they couldn’t disturb the students who wanted to learn.

Anning felt the goodwill of her peers, and her mood brightened further.

During the break after the third period, a girl named Dong Xue, sitting close to Anning, asked her, "You love studying so much, why don’t you go to Class One?"

As soon as she asked, Xiao Yuan, who was previously feigning sleep, perked up his ears.

Anning smiled and said, "Our class is also quite good. Although today is my first day in Class Twelve, I really like you guys, really, really like. I feel so happy being with you, and my learning efficiency has improved a lot. Since I’m so happy, why should I insist on going to Class One? No matter where, studying is studying."

Dong Xue was taken aback and looked at Anning as if she was some rare curiosity: "You like us? Why?"

In the eyes of both parents and teachers, Class Twelve’s students were considered worthless, useless, and abandoned—labeled as bad learners.

In the school, other classmates talked about Class Twelve with faces full of ridicule, and teachers brought up Class Twelve with speechless head shakes.

They faced discrimination at school and at home, they were chided by their parents for being good-for-nothings. Over time, even they started to think they were no longer worth anything and began to give up on themselves.

Yet today, Anning, who appeared so well-behaved and obviously the child from some other family, actually said she liked them?

Not only Dong Xue was stunned, but many students close to Anning were also dumbfounded.

People like them, someone actually liked them?

Anning’s face was adorned with a warm smile: "You guys are really nice, why wouldn’t I like you?"

"But, we don’t study much?"

Zhang Ke voiced a question that nearly everyone shared: "And we have so much fun..."

"You haven’t harmed anyone; you just play by yourselves. Besides, who says people who don’t study are bad people?"

Anning blinked and went over to link arms with Dong Xue: "I think you all are very nice to me. If you are so nice to me, why wouldn’t I like you?"

She smiled at Dong Xue, "Let’s go to the restroom together."

"Sure, sure."

Dong Xue responded with a blank nod.

Gao Nana stood up: "I’ll come along too."

Alright, sometimes, the friendships between girls start from going to the bathroom together.

Anning, Dong Xue, and Gao Nana came back from the bathroom and had already become friends who could talk about anything.

The three of them huddled together, chattering nonstop.

"Really? You’ve actually set up a street stall before?"

"You’re so well-behaved, and you’ve even thought about running away from home?"

"Why have you suddenly decided to study hard?"

Anning laughed: "I really have set up a street stall before, but it was chased around by city management. I didn’t set it up for many days, and I didn’t make much money. Later, during the school’s sports meet, I got a place in the long-distance running event."

"Haha..."

Gao Nana patted Anning’s shoulder, her strength was considerable, rocking Anning back and forth, so she quickly and carefully patted her again: "Then I will also set up a stall in the future. Maybe at the next school sports meet, I can win first place in running."

"Yep!" Anning nodded: "I’ve found that city management are all long-distance running experts. Indeed, the real experts are among the common folk."

Zhang Ke couldn’t stop laughing at this girl’s humor: "So, where did you go when you ran away from home?"

Anning tried hard to remember.

Xiao Yuan’s ears were pricked up, pretending to be asleep, but actually listening very carefully to Anning’s story.

"I originally wanted to go far away, to somewhere my family couldn’t find me, so I went to the train station wanting to buy a train ticket. But when I got there, I found out ticket purchases needed IDs, and without an ID card or a guardian with me, they simply wouldn’t sell one to me. Since I also looked young, the staff at the train station just took me into custody. So, the farthest I got when I ran away from home was to our local train station."

Anning’s voice was delicate and sweet, but her story made the whole class burst into laughter.

"Haha..."

Dong Xue too started patting Anning’s shoulder: "It’s okay, next time your sister will take you to run away from home, and we’ll go further than the train station. This time we’ll go to the airport."

Xiao Yuan was leaning on his desk, the corners of his mouth turned up, his shoulders shaking slightly, obviously also amused by Anning.

He thought to himself, how can someone be so cute, so cute that just seeing her uplifts your spirits, and if he could spend every day with her, he would willingly do anything.

This break time, Anning grew closer with her classmates.

The last class of the day was self-study, and Anning sat down to start her homework as soon as the class bell rang.

The self-study of class twelve was always just based on self-discipline.

No teacher would waste the energy to manage them, since managing them was useless anyway.

In the whole class, only Anning was doing her homework; everyone else was gathered together discussing where to go and play after school.

Dong Xue now particularly liked Anning, she talked to others for a while but found it uninteresting, then went over to see what Anning was doing.

Just then, Anning was doing her math homework, and when she wrote the answers to the fill-in-the-blanks questions without even thinking, Dong Xue assumed she was just filling it in at random, up until the complex problems at the back. Anning glanced at the questions and immediately wrote down the answers.

The more Dong Xue watched, the more astonished she became; she couldn’t help but take out her phone and check the answers, only to find that Anning’s were all correct.

"Have you done these problems before?"

Dong Xue looked at Anning, then at the math paper, then down at her phone, her mind screaming: Is it possible that the class of slackers in twelfth grade has gotten a top student?

Anning shook her head: "I haven’t done them before, but these problems are especially simple. I could figure out the answers just by glancing at them."

Oh my god, Dong Xue covered her mouth, her eyes wide in shock: "Did the principal have you take an exam when you enrolled?"

Anning smiled: "Yes."

"How many points did you get?"

"Eight hundred and fifty-eight points."

"Ah!"

Dong Xue let out a startled scream, drawing the gaze of the entire class to her.

Dong Xue stood up, pointing at Anning, her fingers trembling: "She, she..."