From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 351: 161 Arrogance (First Update)

Everyone felt a shiver in their hearts at the same time. Sometimes, gentleness did not mean easy to bully, but a kind of cultivation ingrained in one’s bones.

The girl was wearing a white dress, tall and slender, soft and ethereal, a pair of gentle smiling eyes gazing at them quietly, like the silence of a long night, exuding an inexplicable sense of danger and mystery.

Or else what?

Liu Muxue sneered, “Or else what? Are you going to make it so I can’t eat and walk at the same time? I’m so scared.”

Liu Muxue touched the mask on her face and lazily flipped over on the bed, “If you don’t want to come, just don’t come. You won’t make it into CMO anyway. I’m giving you a way out. Hurry and scram.”

Ming Jing asked faintly, “Why can’t I participate in the Winter Camp?”

Liu Muxue seemed to have heard something funny and let out an exaggerated laugh, which was so shrill that it made people uncomfortable.

She sat up on the bed and looked at the girl standing opposite to her. From this angle, she had to look up at her, and the girl’s gaze from above made her feel uncomfortable.

Liu Muxue simply got out of bed, walked up to Ming Jing in her slippers, and stood on her tiptoes. The scene was somewhat comical. Xie Zhen and the others couldn’t help but laugh. Liu Muxue suddenly turned her head and glared at them.

“What’s so funny?”

Xie Zhen coughed and looked away.

Liu Muxue looked Ming Jing up and down, “The dark horse of this year’s Jiangzhou Region? Is that you?”

Ming Jing nodded, “That’s right.”

“Even if you’re the dark horse, you’ve been absent for half a month and fallen way behind. The training camp is set up for the CMO selection. Only six top mathletes from Jiang Province can make it into CMO. How confident do you have to be to think that you can make it into the top six despite missing so many classes? Pride is a disease that needs to be cured.”

Liu Muxue taunted, her hands crossed over her chest, looking at Ming Jing’s dress.

“Where did you buy your dress?”

This topic is quite… abrupt.

Ming Jing pursed her lips, “British writer W. Hazlitt once said, ‘Prejudice is the child of ignorance.’”

Liu Muxue suddenly took off her mask, her face sticky, her brows furrowed as she stared straight at Ming Jing. However, due to the height difference, she didn’t look intimidating at all.

“You’re calling me ignorant? How funny. Too funny. I’ve never seen anyone as arrogant as you. Fine, during the final exam, if you can’t make it into the top six, you’ll kneel down and kowtow to me, admitting you’re an arrogant, ignorant fool.”

“Why should I wager such a pointless bet with you? Taking exams is not to prove myself to anyone but to pursue higher levels of knowledge for my own sake. It’s not about crushing others for pleasure, but about enriching my own thoughts and better understanding the world. Reading hasn’t brought you any change, but has become a capital for you to bully others, your glib tongue, it’s truly pathetic.”

As Ming Jing finished speaking, she gently shook her head, the pity in her eyes truly touching.

Liu Muxue got so angry that she stomped her feet. However, she couldn’t find anything to refute, her face turning red with embarrassment.

Ming Jing glanced at the bed, “I’ll say it one last time, take your things and leave.”

Liu Muxue snorted, “Don’t be smug. You won’t make it into CMO, just wait to cry.”

“It seems that you still didn’t understand what I meant just now. With such a wooden head, I don’t know how you got here.” Ming Jing spoke in a gentle tone but used words that could infuriate others, like hidden needles in silk, ready to kill.

Liu Muxue gasped for breath, staring at Ming Jing, “You… you…” Suddenly, she began coughing violently.

Ming Jing squinted her eyes slightly.

She gasped for so long that she couldn’t catch her breath and fell unconscious.

The others who were watching the excitement were startled. While they were still in shock, Ming Jing swiftly rushed over and caught Liu Muxue, who was about to fall.

Ming Jing carried her to the bed. Liu Muxue gasped for breath like a drowning person.

Ming Jing glanced over at the bed’s head and noticed an unmarked spray in a cloth bag.

“Open your mouth.”

Liu Muxue reflexively grabbed the spray and sprayed it while inhaling wildly. Her veins bulged on her already-thin hands.

After a while, Liu Muxue’s breathing gradually calmed down and returned to normal.

The others watched in horror. Wang Xin asked softly, “Does she… does she have asthma?”