Hidden identities of the AI Heiress

After Lu Xue returned to the classroom, her expression was clearly off. The gloominess on her face made her classmates too afraid to approach and speak to her.

“What did the teacher want with you?” Lu Ting asked with a tone of concern.

“It’s nothing!” Lu Xue, who was already in a bad mood, responded with an unusually fierce voice.

Lu Ting instinctively frowned, suppressing her dissatisfaction, “Who made you angry?”

“Who else but that bitch!” Lu Xue ground her teeth in anger.

Lu Ting asked, “Who?”

Lu Xue was about to curse out loud, but she held it back, imagining the looks in her classmates’ eyes when they found out the truth.

For the moment, she didn’t dare to tell the truth.

She thought to herself about going back and crying to her father, to see if he could help her get out of writing a self-criticism.

When Jiang Huai returned to the classroom, he had intended to confront Lu Xue, but upon seeing Lu Ting, he restrained himself, because after all, his goddess and Lu Xue were sisters. If a fight really broke out…

It would certainly be difficult for Lu Ting, he couldn’t possibly make it hard for someone as kind-hearted as her.

So he decided to swallow his anger and wait for an opportunity to clear things up after school.

Lu Ting couldn’t help but pick at her nails.

As if there was anything left she didn’t understand.

Qiao Yun had dodged a bullet!

Why was Qiao Yun always so lucky!

And her academic results!

Lu Ting felt uneasy inside. If her parents found out how good Qiao Yun’s results were, they would definitely like her even more.

Over time, Qiao Yun would surely replace her and become the only daughter of her parents!

Watching Qiao Yun walk into the classroom, Lu Ting took a deep breath, lowered her eyes, and swallowed her bitterness and jealousy.

As soon as Qiao Yun entered the classroom, the voices of her classmates fell silent. They had no idea that Lu Xue was the real culprit, and they looked at Qiao Yun with various doubtful expressions.

Lu Xue glared at Qiao Yun with fiery eyes, itching to rush over and have a fight with her!!

“Are you okay?”

Xia Ling couldn’t resist asking Qiao Yun.

Qiao Yun shook her head, “The ones in trouble are Jiang Huai and Lu Xue.”

Xia Ling was confused. What did it have to do with Lu Xue?

She quietly took out her phone, opened the school forum, and showed it to Qiao Yun, whispering, “You’re in trouble. Look at what they’re saying about you on the forum. I can’t stand listening to it.”

Qiao Yun slightly furrowed her brows and said softly, “I’ll take a look.”

Xia Ling passed her the phone.

With a quick scan, Qiao Yun learned just how much malice there was towards her on the forum.

She made a note of the IDs that were still online and then returned the phone to Xia Ling.

“It’s class time now, and you’re not supposed to be on your phone. Considering you’re concerned about a classmate, I’ll let it slide this time.”

Xia Ling: “…???”

For some reason, she felt a sense of relief in her heart.

After school.

Qiao Yun sent the IDs to Pei Ya, asking him to silence these people for a week and to keep the school forum closed during class hours. They could only post after classes were over.

Pei Ya, upon receiving the message, wore an indifferent expression.

Professor Qiao wasn’t really here to be a student, she was here to go undercover or something.

It had only been two days, and she had already troubled Shengyang’s students several times!

Tsk, how pitiful.

Only after Pei Ya took a look at the forum did he find out what had happened to Qiao Yun!

Pfft!

It seemed things weren’t miserable enough. They needed to be even more miserable!

Thus, when the students who discussed things on the school forum during class were suddenly punished to clean the toilets for a month, they were collectively stunned.

“Boss, it’s only been one day, and between the cheating and losing books, there have been so many troubles. I think you’re really not cut out to be a student; you’re better off going home and inheriting your billion-dollar legacy!”

Pei Ya’s voice was filled with anger.

Qiao Yun lifted her eyes, her clear gaze reflecting the giant plaster statue of Qiao Ansheng at the school entrance.

She spoke lightly, “Being a person doesn’t seem that great either.”

Pei Ya was taken aback. He felt that although Professor Qiao was talking to him, she seemed to be asking someone else.