The Real Young Miss's Secret Identities Revealed

Jiang Li keenly sensed that someone was watching her in the car.

She could not see who it was, but she could guess who it was.

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Jiang Li’s eyes were filled with sarcasm, as if she was dissatisfied with Fu Jiuxiao, who was peeping at her.

Fu Jiuxiao smiled lightly. In fact, he was invited to attend the school board meeting. It was already past ten, and this Young Miss was just starting school.

Thus, they met.

He stopped the car to watch a scene, and before he knew it, he watched until end.

“Let’s go.” He leaned back on the leather chair without changing his posture, as if he was satisfied with the show.

Only then did Hui Teng slowly start to drive towards the front door.

“Tsk.”

Jiang Li sneered as she picked up her school bag that she had just thrown on the ground. She patted the dust off it and turned to leave, leaving behind a bunch of gangsters on the ground, as well as Ding Mei, who was cursing at her.

Jiang Li really felt that she had wasted the time early in the morning again. Since she was late this time, Li Guoxiang would have something to say later.

Unexpectedly, she entered the classroom smoothly. At this moment, Li Guoxiang could not be bothered with her.

He was busy there with two school workers.

The three landscape paintings that Jiang Man had won the award for were being carefully removed from the wall by the school workers and moved out of the classroom.

Jiang Li took a glance at them and returned to her seat. At the same time, she made sure that Ban Yue was safe. At this time, she was also looking at her phone from her seat.

Yangming did not allow them to bring phones to school, but the students always had various ways to smuggle the phone in. For example, she hid her phone in a water bottle.

She took out her phone and was about to take a photo to send to the elders of the Shadow Alliance to prove Ban Yue’s safety.

Su Tongtong came over.

“Why are you so late?” She asked softly.

“I ran into some trouble,” Jiang Li said lazily.

“Sigh, did you know that your sister’s painting is going to be sent to the school’s art exhibition? She will definitely be the top winner this time. Teacher Li will definitely be overjoyed.”

Su Tongtong’s voice came again. She could only put away her phone.

“That’s good.”

At least she could divert Li Guoxiang’s attention.

At this moment, the classroom was very lively. Many students surrounded Jiang Man and praised her.

“Manman, I’m really envious of you. You’ll definitely win an award at the exhibition this time.”

“Manman is just that amazing. She’s good-looking, has good grades, and is versatile.”

“Seriously, standing in front of you makes us feel inferior.”

Jiang Man had been lowering her eyes and pursing her lips into a smile, looking reserved and modest.

“No, I was just drawing for fun and didn’t spend much time. I didn’t expect to win the award. I also think it’s quite incredible.”

Jiang Man’s words attracted another wave of exclamations.

“Oh, my God, you can get such a result just by drawing.”

“Manman, you are so talented in art!”

Jiang Man did not say anything more. She pursed her lips and smiled, then returned to her seat as if she did not care. However, when no one saw her, she revealed an ecstatic smile on her face. She did not expect to see Jiang Li staring at her playfully when she raised her head again.

Her smile suddenly froze.

When Jiang Man remembered of those paintings that were liked by the teachers and school board members were drawn by Jiang Li, she was so jealous that she went crazy again.

This wretched girl, if it was not for the Jiang family, who would have spared her a second glance.

Jiang Man cursed in her heart, ‘Did she really think that she was a little oil panting genius? She’s just a low-grade piece of trash who can’t paint anymore.’

Thinking of how Jiang Li had promised her mother that she would never paint again and knew that she would definitely not go against her oath, Jiang Man suddenly felt that this was a rare opportunity to properly step on her a few times.

“Sister, you’ve been drawing since you were young and have studied for many years. I wonder how many good works you’ve drawn recently?”

When the others heard this, they all looked over.

“Yeah, I remember now. Manman had already said that your sister knew how to draw. Why don’t the two of you compete and draw one each on the spot for everyone to judge and see who is better?”

“Yeah, hurry up and draw.”

“Compare yourself to Manman.”

Jiang Li looked at her playfully and said calmly, “I’ve stopped drawing, so I’m not going to draw anymore.”

When she said that, a few people laughed on the spot.

“Hahaha. Stopped drawing? I think it’s obvious that you can’t draw anymore.”

“That’s right. You’re obviously not as good as Manman, and you don’t dare to admit defeat, so you’re just acting.”