Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 192 - 188 Has a situation!

The girls glanced over at Jiang Yunzhou, then back at the incredibly handsome sponsor.

Their expressions were a bit dazed, but quite adorable.

"Isn’t President Jiang representing our school hunk at the parent-teacher meeting?"

"Good thing the school hunk didn’t hear what we just said, otherwise it would have been too embarrassing."

"If he isn’t representing the school hunk’s parents, then who could he be representing?"

As the girls talked, suddenly, they all thought of the same person at the same time.

A person who had recently been very prominent in their school...

Jiang He saw Jiang Xuan standing by the car, gentlemanly opening the passenger door for someone.

Being an elder brother, he naturally cared about his younger brothers’ affairs.

At that moment, his fourth brother was looking into the car, his usually formidable and inscrutable sharp eyes were now gently lowered, and the corners of his lips curved up ever so slightly.

It seemed like he was talking to someone.

Jiang He’s radar instantly went off in his head!

It even had three pink letters: Situation Alert!

He needed to see who it was so he could gossip with second brother Shanshan later!

The car stopped at the school, could it be... a school teacher?

Soon, a pair of slender, long legs enveloped in school pants stepped out of the car, and Jiang Xuan, with a careful hand on the roof of the car, accepted a black backpack with his other hand.

The next second, an eye-catching and pretty girl stepped out of the car.

Jiang He squinted his eyes: "Yeye?" fгeewebnovёl.com

Isn’t this the girl who almost became his daughter-in-law, but the silly son cancelled the engagement with... Xia Family’s Xiaoqian?

She and the fourth brother...

Jiang He, accompanied by Jiang Yunzhou, approached them, greeted them first, then his gaze shuttle back and forth between Jiang Xuan and Xia Ye, saying with an somewhat unnatural smile, "Fourth brother, are you... here to accompany Yeye to the parent-teacher meeting?"

Jiang Xuan’s voice was deep and pleasant: "Exactly."

Jiang He expressed confusion, "This parent-teacher meeting... shouldn’t parents be the ones attending with their kids?"

Jiang Xuan didn’t explain much, "It will be in the future."

After saying that, he nodded slightly as a sign, locked the car, patted Xia Ye on the shoulder, indicating that she could go.

Jiang He stood there slightly stunned, blinked his eyes, and asked his son, "What did your uncle just mean by that?"

Jiang Yunzhou’s mouth pursed into a wavy line, as if he was chewing on a big, sour, and bitter lemon.

Jealousy was overturning in his heart, but he still stubbornly insisted, "What’s there to misunderstand? In the future, if I’m with Little Fairy, she’ll be my uncle’s niece-in-law, and that makes us all family, doesn’t it?"

Jiang He carefully pondered his son’s interpretation.

It seemed... a bit far-fetched...

Xia Ye accompanied Jiang Xuan to the entrance of the academic building. During the parent-teacher meeting, students were free to move around the campus, only the parents needed to attend.

Standing outside an open window on the first floor, Xia Ye pointed out her seat to him.

Inside, quite a few parents had already arrived, sitting sparsely below the stage, mostly gathering around it.

Someone was sitting in the middle of the stage, tightly surrounded by parents.

Even without seeing the face, he knew for sure it was her brother Yang.

Jiang Xuan just glanced inside, as if he already knew where Xia Ye would sit.

His gaze briefly swept over the girl’s face.

Recently, it had been a bit strange, yet it seemed like before, he could hardly hear what was really on the girl’s mind.

Except for occasionally hearing some hungry, thirsty, wanting to eat something, other mental activities were completely unheard.

And from time to time, he could always catch the little girl secretly looking at him.

Sometimes, looking casually in her direction would exactly meet her gaze aimed at him.

Caught spying, the little girl never shyly avoided it but met his gaze head-on, her lips curling into a rather profound little smile.

Jiang Xuan suddenly became curious, chuckled softly, and asked Xia Ye, "It feels like recently... you seem to have something you want to ask me."

Xia Ye turned her gaze towards him, not at all surprised by his question.

Instead, she slowly took two steps closer, her slender fingers catching his tie, pulling him lower, and she chuckled lightly, tilting her head up to look at him, "Indeed, but I won’t ask now, wait until after the college entrance exams, then I’ll ask you properly."

After speaking, she let go of his tie, a smile lingering on her lips, hands in her pockets, turned and headed towards the playground.

Jiang Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, paused, and couldn’t help but laugh.

The expression of that little girl just now seemed a bit... provocative...

Tian Ye had just come out of the academic building and happened to see that scene.

He frowned.

Walking so close to someone from the society, who knew what kind of aesthetic that was?

The girls in their class too, whenever they talked about Boss Jiang, their voices were so shrill they were grating.

So what if he was mature?

So what if he was successful in his career?

Was it really necessary?

Jiang Xuan paused for a moment in his spot, was about to turn around, and coincidentally met Tian Ye’s gaze.

His look was not very friendly, but Jiang Xuan truly didn’t take it to heart.

He just mocked him with a curl of his lips, gave a faint smile, and then stepped into the academic building.

Tian Ye froze on the spot, it was only a very brief eye contact, but he felt utterly unsettled by Boss Jiang’s gaze.

That man’s eyes were too sharp, his smile seemingly sarcastic, yet not at all impolite.

He suddenly got the point of those girls.

And to be honest, indeed quite handsome!

**

Emperor Yang had finally correctly answered the first wave of parents, with 10 minutes left until the parent-teacher meeting officially started.

He was organizing the report cards and information of various colleges that he would soon give to the parents.

He silently repeated the opening remarks of the parent-teacher meeting in his mind.

Emperor Yang had been teaching for not a short time and had held countless parent-teacher meetings.

However, as a middle-aged man with an adolescent spirit, he must always keep the initial enthusiasm for the teaching profession—

Holding parent-teacher meetings every year, every year being so nervous he forgot his lines!

This one, especially in the second semester of the twelfth grade, was particularly important.

Every year at this time, all high schools would hold the last parent-teacher meeting of the year.

The main purpose was to help parents adjust their children’s mindset before the examination week.

Of course, teachers would also print out the students’ grades from the three mock exams and, combined with the previous years’ admission scores of various faculties at different colleges, provide a reference for the parents.

Emperor Yang organized the students’ comparative performance table, took a deep breath, and felt the heavy burden on his shoulders.

The top page, coincidentally, was Xia Ye’s.

This student was definitely one of the most special he had ever taught.

Although her scores had been quite unsatisfactory in previous tests, she surprisingly scored full marks in the last third mock exam for Chinese.

Emperor Yang believed she absolutely had potential, but every time he tried to talk to her seriously, she would not take him seriously at all.

He always indulged her, never willing to scold her.

This time, taking advantage of the parent-teacher meeting, it was a good opportunity to talk with her parents.

Although there was only one week left until the college entrance examination, a good sprint could potentially improve her scores by tens of points.

Saying this, his gaze fell on the comparative performance table in his hands.

This table was something he had stayed up late working on the past two nights.

He summed up each student’s test scores into one table.

Usually, he looked at the scores subject by subject, but now all subjects were summed together, making it easy to compare at a glance.

Emperor Yang first looked at Xia Ye’s third mock score of 150 in Chinese, nodded, then his gaze moved upward to the scores of the second mock exam.

When he arranged it, it was in the order of science, English, mathematics, and Chinese.

Actually, he remembered the scores of Xia Ye in each subject, so now he was just glancing over casually.

But the next second, he stopped short.

Looking at the scores separately seemed normal, but according to his arrangement this time, it was somewhat... too much of a coincidence, wasn’t it?

Especially when they came together: ’87’, ’65’, ’43’, ’21’...