The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 936

Chapter 936: 721 Falls off the horse on the spot, poison Zhu Sha【2 more】

Nothing can tarnish Ying Zijin’s beauty.

Up close, with high pixel clarity, one can even clearly see the girl’s long eyelashes.

[I’m so envious, even if I had this face through surgery, I wouldn’t have the grace to match it.]

[You think you can just get this face through surgery?]

[Forget it, what can a beautiful woman do? Without a noble title, she’ll ultimately only get married and take care of the family, don’t compare an ordinary person to Miss Bier; it doesn’t fit.]

Bier’s expression was faint.

The City of the World has rigid social classes, vastly different.

In terms of background, no matter how hard Ying Zijin tries, she can’t compare with her.

But there are still those with sharp eyes.

Suddenly, the comments started to jump furiously again.

[Damn, VIP seating?!!]

[Did you see clearly? Is that the VIP seat!]

[What kind of bug is Miss Ying, skipping straight over to the VIP area?]

[And you all say she lacks identity? I don’t believe it.]

Bier frowned.

What VIP seating?

She turned her head, only to find the girl was already out of sight.

Meanwhile, Ye Siqing, who had been walking with Ying Zijin, slammed her bag down at the A05 spot and waved to the other trainees.

Bier watched helplessly as the front row seats in area A were taken by the people she least wanted to see.

She looked at the ticket in her hand.

A area 18.

In the second row.

Ye Siqing was seated ahead of her, so where was Ying Zijin?

Bier’s mind was blank.

What was happening?!

The Dean of the Genetic Institute shared her question.

Seeing Dean Norman walk in, he was shocked: "How did you get here? Norman, this is the VIP seat! The research institute allocated this year’s VIP tickets to the Genetic Institute!"

"Yes, yes, I know." Dean Norman clasped his hands behind his back, smiling, "But I got lucky and managed to snag a VIP ticket."

He slowly took out that blinding golden ticket, waved it around, and peered over: "Oh dear, your number is ten, mine is three, can’t compare."

The lower the ticket number, the higher the privileges.

Once Dean Norman sets his eyes on an auction item, no matter how much the Dean of the Genetic Institute wants it, he can’t outbid it.

The Engineering Institute and Genetic Institute might study entirely different topics, but the meteorites brought back by astronauts from space are something both institutes have long fought over.

The Dean of the Genetic Institute stared desperately at the bold three, his voice changed: "Impossible! Number three is reserved internally by Lorentz Auction House, how did you get it?"

"Oh, you want to know?" Dean Norman folded the ticket smugly, "Oh, I just won’t tell you."

After speaking, he leisurely put the ticket away and sat down in front of the Genetic Institute’s dean.

Look, how considerate his student is.

Gave him a number three straight away.

"Norman!" The Dean of the Genetic Institute was furious, practically spitting blood, his gaze harsh, "Wait till next month, I will make sure to report you at the Sage Academy. Your Engineering Institute will eventually be abolished!"

Dean Norman rolled his eyes.

So what if you can do genetic modification.

I can fly!

**

On the other side.

The top floor of the Lorentz Auction House.

What Ying Zijin went to wasn’t actually the VIP seat but a private box suite reserved by Xize.

As soon as she entered, her eyes were filled with golden light.

Ying Zijin paused for a moment, but still sat down.

Xize’s obsession with gold was too crazy, causing her to feel uncomfortable with the sight of a golden body now.

Seeing the girl come in alone, Qin Lingyu turned: "Ah Ying, where’s Young Master Fu?"

Ying Zijin nodded: "Went to the hospital with your brother, will be back later."

"To the hospital?"

"Poisoning."

Qin Lingyu nodded, unsurprised.

She opened a bottle of beer, turned, and met Yu Xuesheng’s gentle watery eyes.

His eyes weren’t pure black; there was a hint of deep blue at the bottom upon careful observation.

Like the ocean, as if traversing millennia, deep and distant.

Qin Lingyu’s throat rolled: "You... why are you looking at me like this."

"Mr. Yu is meditating." Ying Zijin turned her head, "He’s a hypnotist, Lingyu you know."

"Sorry for scaring you, Miss Qin." Yu Xuesheng seemed to wake up, smiling gently, "But beer harms the body, Miss Qin should drink less."

After he spoke, he continued to meditate.

His eyes did not close.

There’s no denying these are very beautiful eyes.

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