Reborn As the Ex-wife of the Paranoid Male Lead

Jian Shiwu slowly moved to Shen Cheng's table.

Shen Cheng sat on a chair reading a book.

"Class representative." Jian Shiwu was holding the exercise book in his hand, and his eyes looked at Shen Cheng: "Are you free, I have something I’d like to ask you."

Shen Cheng raised his head. The boy still had a cold face. When he didn't speak, one would feel a sense of indifference and alienation. His eyes were as black as the night.

"..."

Jian Shiwu's chubby face blushed inexplicably.

"Ahem."

The people waiting in the fourth row not far away were afraid that he would retreat, so they quickly reminded him.

Jian Shiwu took a deep breath and went for it: "I have a question that I don't know, could you help me solve it?"

After he finished speaking, he prepared himself for rejection. It was no big deal when he thought about it. After all those years pursuing Shen Cheng, has he been rejected more times than not? He waited with bated breath, and let out a lightened his breathing, probably because many people behind him were watching, he was inexplicably nervous, looking at Shen Cheng's indifferent face, his heart in a turmoil.

Shen Cheng put down the book, a pair of slender hands appeared in front of him, and he said, "Bring it."

"Hmm?"

Jian Shiwu was still stunned, Shen Cheng had already taken the exercise book in his hand. He glanced at the questions and pointed to one of the columns: "It's wrong here."

Jian Shiwu came over to him.

On the draft paper, Shen Cheng's vigorous words are as eye-catching as works of art. His brush strokes swept across the paper, leaving rows of beautiful numbers. His voice biting as a stream of cold spring water. The solution to the question is concise and easy to understand, and he pointed why Jian Shiwu got it wrong.

Jian Shiwu understood it completely: "So that’s how it is."

Shen Cheng returned the exercise book to him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chubby returned triumphantly. The other students also looked a little silly. In their hearts, the representative of the class was really impersonal, and didn't like to interact with other people at any time. But just now they all saw that Shen Cheng was giving advice to Jian Shiwu, and he was very patient. Even if Jian Shiwu sometimes didn't understand, he wouldn't get angry. Contrary to everyone's imagination, he was very patient with the clumsy boy beside him and Shen Cheng showed unexpected tenderness.

Is the class representative’s true character like this, but they didn't discover it before, or is it that Shen Cheng is only like this to only Jian Shiwu?

The crowd’s minds were divided.

Jian Shiwu returned to the crowd, raised the exercise book in his hand, and smiled: "I got it!"

Everyone looked at each other and cheered.

Next, Jian Shiwu began to explain to others: "This question is actually very simple, the idea we just had is probably right, but the direction is wrong. This formula should be taken apart..."

The difficult questions were turned into small questions under Shen Cheng's division, and after adding Jian Shiwu's understanding, they were solved in an orderly manner.

Everyone nodded in unison: "It turns out to be like this, it seems quite simple when you put it like that!"

Everyone was so enthusiastic that they could be said to be over the moon and full of energy: "Next question, next question!"

Jian Shiwu moved the pen to the next question: "Well..."

The nib of the pen paused for a while, and Jian Shiwu stiffly solved it, and then matching it with the answer, and found that the result was wrong.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Kong Wenjing said, "Are the questions in the workbook more difficult?"

Jian Shiwu put down the pen and scratched his head embarrassedly: "I should be that I didn’t do it right."

The main reason why his score was good last time was because Shen Cheng gave him the key points. He only needed to thoroughly understand the question types that Shen Cheng circled for him in the key areas.

The practice book covers a wide range of questions, which suddenly made Jian Shiwu a little overwhelmed and exposed his shortcomings.

Liu Heng said, "Go and ask the class representative again."

Others echoed: "Go and ask again!"

"..."

Jian Shiwu stood up with a heavy heart, resigned to his death.

After a while, the chubby boy who got the problem-solving ideas from Shen Cheng returned triumphantly. After returning, he was fine again. He picked up the pen to share the problem-solving ideas with others.

Although this trick is quite good, it also has drawbacks. The class period was over after a few questions were done, and there are only five or six days before the exam, but their efficiency is really low. Everyone discussed it and came up with a solution.

the next day

It's another class break, and it's another topic that they couldn’t do.

Shen Cheng was reading a book, and a familiar figure appeared beside him. Jian Shiwu was holding the exercise book in his hand with a shy smile on his face. Behind him, there was a small group of people holding their exercise books and looking at him. Jian Shiwu, who was heading them, smiled: "Hi."

Shen Cheng raised his eyelids and asked silently.

He scratched his head and introduced himself: "Because none of us know this topic, so..."

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Shen Cheng found out that Jian Shiwu's courage can get fatter and fatter, but he couldn't do anything else. The skill of climbing up the pole was perfect, before he had shown some restraint, and he doesn't know who gave him the guts, now he was getting bolder and more daring.

Because he didn't speak, everyone else held their breath nervously.

Although Shen Cheng doesn't usually interact with people, most of them respect and fear him.

Afraid of being rejected, Jian was a little nervous, and quickly added: "Just, just one question."

Shen Cheng's calm black eyes stared at him. In front of him, Jian Shiwu, who was nervous and worried that he would be displeased, was like a soft and waxy little white rabbit. It made Shen Cheng feel some pleasure inexplicably.

The habitually sharp eyebrows seemed to soften for a moment, and Shen Cheng finally reached out: "Which question?"

Accepted?!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Jian Shiwu hurriedly handed over the exercise book and pointed, "Here."

Others gathered around to see how to solve the problem.

Thanks to Jian Shiwu, it was the first time they heard Shen Cheng's lectures. The big Buddha disassembled and simplified the teacher's ideas. There were not so many twists and turns. The ideas for solving problems were very clear, and they were very appealing to everyone. Surprisingly, Shen Cheng looked a little cold and unapproachable, but if there were any questions they didn't understand, he wouldn’t embarrass them like Ji Beichuan.

He was polite and courteous, like a young son of an aristocratic family. Finally, Shen Cheng finished solving the problem and looked up: "Do you understand?"

Everyone nodded.

Shen Cheng lowered his head: "Next question."

When his words fell, others, including Jian Shiwu, who was closest to Shen Cheng, were also a little surprised. After all, when they came to ask, they said they’d only ask one question, so how come the class representative went straight down.

Only Jian Shiwu dared to ask him curiously, "Why did you go straight to the next question?"

Shen Cheng didn't lift his head: "You know all the following questions?"

"……don’t know."

"Since you will still come back later, let’s solve it at once."

Shen Cheng moved the exercise book forward, expressionless: "Don't waste time."

"…okay."

Although it was quite abrupt, everyone was very happy. Since Shen Cheng started lecturing on the topic, the efficiency was surprisingly fast. Originally, there were only a small number of people with the lowest grades around the Jian Shiwu quiz, but after Shen Cheng started lecturing, people who are above average came over, also willing to listen. In the end, the inside and outside was so full that some people couldn't even hear.

This is what Ji Beichuan saw when he came in from the outside. He glanced at it a few times and sneered: "Usually pretending to be arrogant, but still enjoy the limelight."

There were also his deskmate among the people gathered in the second row.

He saw him coming and waved: "Beichuan, didn't you say that you can't do some of the harder problems, come and see, Shen Cheng has done it!"

"..."

Ji Beichuan was heartbroken.

He was upset, and his mouth was unfrogiving: "If you want to see, you go and see it yourself, I can go to the teacher if I can’t do a problem, what’s the big deal?"

The deskmate pouted, ignored him, and continued to listen to the topic. Ji Beichuan angrily went back to get the exercise book and prepared to go to the office to ask the teacher for advice. However, before he went out, he heard discussions in the classroom:

"Ji Beichuan was so mean when he taught us, and it turns out that he has problems that he doesn't know."

"That's for sure. He couldn't compare to Shen Cheng in the last test."

"Yes, the grades are not good, but the temper is great."

The voice of the discussion was like a knife stabbed into his heart, and the stabbed Ji Beichuan was in pain. If he didn’t have a shred of sanity, he would have liked to rush in and shred these people, but as soon as he took a step, he thought of his father's indifference. His eyes stopped abruptly.

No

His father will be called.

Ji Yuansheng, a business giant, he was calm and collected, and is praised by countless people as a business wizard. If he is called because of a trouble and fight, his father would be very disappointed.

With this kind of mood, Ji Beichuan spent the whole day in resentment, and he didn't relieve his anger until after school. He walked to the school gate and was about to contact the driver, but two middle-aged men came towards him, and they said, "It's Ji. The young master of the Ji family?"

Ji Beichuan frowned vigilantly: "What do you want?"

The leading uncle smiled and said, "Let's talk?"

"I have nothing to talk to you guys about."

"Ohh?"

The uncle leaned down and whispered a few things in Ji Beichuan's ear. Gradually, Ji Beichuan's eyes widened and his body trembled. He was furious: "Impossible!"

The two men looked at each other and smiled.

Uncle was not in a hurry. Anyway, with this handle in his hand, and he was not afraid that Ji Beichuan would not agree later, but he still some things he had to point out: "Have you not seen the photo of your mother, don't you think...you don't it look alike at all?"

Ji Beichuan paused.

His father had protected his mother very well. After getting married, she didn’t see outsiders. After her death in childbirth, only the study still had her photo, but his father doesn’t let anyone in. Even he hadn’t seen it a few times, and there is only a vague picture in his memory, only remembering that she was very beautiful.

Uncle hooked his lips and smiled: "Has anyone ever praised you for your resemblance to President Ji since childhood?"

"You don't have to believe it, it doesn't matter." The uncle lit a cigarette: "Isn't Mr. Ji back? You can go do the paternity test yourself and try it. If there is no problem, you will treat us as farts. What are you afraid of?"

Ji Beichuan gritted his teeth: "You are just farting."

The man next to the uncle smiled: "Little boy, you can find out if it's really you, go identify it yourself. You say, if we ran and told Mr. Ji we’ll help him find his son, how much would he pay us?"

uncle gave Ji Beichuan a piece of paper: "I only give you three days, think clearly, if there is no news, we will find a way to contact President Ji."

After saying that, they left.

Until the driver came to pick him up, Ji Beichuan was in a dazed state. He was holding the piece of paper in his hand, as if to crumple it up. The young man couldn't hold back his breath. At the age of 14, Ji Beichuan had no way to deal with such shocking news.

Back at the family manor, the nanny came over and said, "Young master came back early today."

Ji Beichuan nodded lightly, without any energy: "I'll go to my room and rest."

"What do you want to eat for dinner? I’ll instruct the kitchen to do it. The private tutor invited by Sir is already waiting on the second floor."

Careful and meticulous care, well-trained nannies, busy cooks in the kitchen not far away, private 1 on 1 teachers, these are all things Ji Beichuan used to be proud of, and it is with these that he felt that he is always a class higher than Shen Cheng, but what if……

If all these become Shen Cheng, what else can he use to win?

If these...

None of it was his own, and he would have to recognize Shen Cheng's poor parents as his parents.

Ji Beichuan's chest went up and down and said to the nanny, "No, I'm going upstairs, don't disturb me!"

Quickly running upstairs, the words of the two men at the school gate kept echoing in my mind, no way, it was impossible, he is the father's son, those two people were found by that poor boy Shen Cheng, Shen Cheng was crazy for money so he resorted to this trick to touch porcelain.

When Ji Beichuan stopped again, he had already rushed to the third floor, and even he didn't know why he came to the third floor. This is Ji Yuansheng's living floor, and at the end is Ji Yuansheng's room.

Paternity test...all it needs is a little skin and hair, right?