Ye Jian had never thought of making Ye Ying admit defeat and remain silent. If Ye Ying were someone who readily admitted defeat, she would have long admitted defeat when she was in middle school.
But she did not; when in the second year of middle school, Sun Dongqing had blown up the matter, in the end, Ye Ying had only taken a seven-day vacation and immediately adjusted herself, continuing to study in school. Just based on this point, it seems that Ye Ying was actually someone who would not accept fate deep in her bones.
Her spirit, which does not accept fate, had supported Ye Ying not to admit defeat to Ye Jian easily, but admitting defeat or not would not resolve this issue. Moreover…… She had admitted defeat this time.
That’s right, she had lost this round, but it would not be sure the next round.
Her breathing became heavy and rushed, the vast change caused Ye Jian who was sitting on the stool to curl her lips coldly, Ye Ying would not easily admit defeat, she was well aware of it, but so what?
What she wanted being not for her to admit defeat; it was for her to pass her high school in peace!
As for what Major Xia mentioned about using his connections to do something and nobody would find out about it…… If someone told her about it in her last life, it would be precisely what she was looking for, but not for this life, when she was fourteen years old until she was twenty-eight years old, she had been living in Ye Ying’s shadow for fourteen years, later on, she was forced to hide around like a stray dog. Fourteen years of time, how could it be just written off?
Not to mention, in her last life, her life was ruined in Ye Ying’s hands, in this life…… everything was changing, why should she be so anxious? It was no rush, take it easy; we still have time to settle the accounts.
She was not anxious to exact revenge; it was because she was aware that her abilities were still not strong enough to take away life while remaining undetected. She also knew clearly that what she wanted was not momentarily happiness!
Ye Ying was still so young right now; there would not be a sense of accomplishment killing her in one blow, she would slowly boil the frog[1]. Of course, most importantly, Ye Jian was aware that she could quietly take away a life without using force and escape the political investigation.
Right now, it was fine allowing Ye Ying to cause trouble for herself. First Provincial High was a good school, the students who were admitted into Chinese universities or western universities were well known in the national rankings. Based on Ye Ying’s current results, it would not be difficult to enter Chinese universities or western universities, but she can’t hold herself from bringing about her own destruction.
Just trouble herself then, she would not take action and could still see her ruin her future, causing Ye Zifan himself to worry about it.
The medic had also heard Ye Ying’s shortness of breath, he purposely inspected it, after confirming there was no problem, he treated Ye Jian wound on her arm.
After a sterile medical scissors were used to cut the gauze and the bullet graze wound got revealed, the medic immediately recognized what kind of injury it was; he looked at the student in front of him in astonishment, “Your wound…… How did you get it?”
It was a wound grazed by a bullet; it could still be seen even if there was a scab. It was not surprising for a soldier to have graze wounds, but how could a student have a wound being grazed by a bullet?
Ye Jian never expected that the medic could tell that it was a bullet graze wound on her arm from a single glance, when she was about to speak, Teacher Xiao who had finished calling Ye Ying’s parents to inform them walked in, she had a solemn expression. Her voice was stiff: “Ye Ying, your parents would come over in a while, the school will arrange a teacher to return with you, you can explain after you return to school if there’s anything.”
They then heard Teacher Xiao say: “It’s been hard on you two, just leave this to us teachers to handle it. It’s been hard, thank you.”
[1] Boiling the frog: this idiom comes from the old legend that if you put a frog in boiling water, it will immediately jump out, but if you put the frog in cold water and then slowly turn up the heat, the frog will eventually get boiled alive.
