Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again! Chapter 242 Ancestor’s Prestige: Rules Changed for Her!

Xi Ruzhu’s eyes darted rapidly back and forth between Nangong ng and Zuzi!

Got it, Zuzi must have offended the daughter of the school deity.

Although Nangong ng’s arrogant deanor and disregard for others also made her uncomfortable, and the school deity’s daughter had shaken her position as a top student in the Nanshan Class upon arrival.

But thinking that the enemy of an enemy is a friend, Xi Ruzhu decisively sided with Nangong ng.

She stepped out from the crowd and gently advised, "Everyone, stop arguing. Just now, Miss ng was righteously speaking up to maintain our exam discipline. Being late by fifteen minutes and not being allowed to enter the exam room to answer is a well-known rule, right?"

With one sentence, she quickly brought the topic back to the issue of punishing Zuzi for being late.

Nangong ng was very satisfied: "Hmph, with Zuzi’s grades, they should be invalidated on the spot!"

Seeing that the invigilator hadn’t moved for a long ti, she was displeased again and raised her voice a few notches: "Invigilator?"

The invigilator, who had been biased towards her just monts ago, now looked at Zuzi with difficulty: "Well..."

Zuzi slowly and calmly said, "Just tell the truth."

The invigilator coughed: "The rules for the fourth mock exam are different from the college entrance exam; there’s no rule against entering to answer if late."

Nangong ng: "What? You must be joking! For the first three mocks in the capital, all strictly followed the college entrance exam rhythm, so why is it different here?"

"The rules for the fourth mock were newly changed."

"When? Who changed them?"

"Today, it was changed from above."

Nangong ng: "...!"

Damn, those old farts at the Capital Examination Institute, why are they changing the rules when they’re bored!

The invigilator coughed: "So, Zuzi’s scores are valid."

Though she feared Nangong ng’s noble status, the Nangong Family was high and far away, while Xi Ruzhu was the imdiate, once-causing-chief-inspector-to-resign little ancestor! She already regretted how she indulged Nangong ng by moving the desk earlier.

The East Sea Class burst into cheerful whistles: "Even the exam rules give way to our ancestor, hahaha! That so-called Nangong Nightmare, you dream of screwing over our little ancestor!"

Nangong ng: "..."

So angry, so angry, so truly angry!

Xi Ruzhu was taken aback, never expecting that Zuzi being late would coincide with a new favorable rule for her.

This luck was truly against the heavens.

Now it was the turn of the Nanshan Class to rack their brains comforting Nangong ng and Xi Ruzhu:

"Miss ng, Zhuzhu, let’s not stoop to the level of those academic losers, even if we let them score a point or two more, so what?"

"Exactly, our Zhuzhu is one of the top three academic champions!"

"Our Miss ng is a well-known perfect score school deity!"

"With your combined strength, our Nanshan Class can surely crush these losers!"

"Ah, from now on, our Nanshan Class isn’t just the class of academic champions and deities, but also the most beautiful class, with Miss ng and Zhuzhu as our beauty representatives..."

Xi Ruzhu pursed her lips and smiled.

Nangong ng was used to being flattered.

Wu Minghao, the face enthusiast, scoffed: "I think they’re just average!"

The faces of the Nanshan Class changed, about to continue their praise.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the hallway, lifting the baseball cap off Nangong ng and the large hat off Xi Ruzhu...

Everyone was caught off guard, seeing under Nangong ng’s cap, a head dyed with eye-searing bright colors: "...Ugly!"

And Xi Ruzhu, without her hat and wig, revealed a scorched, hairless head from being struck by lightning: "...Ew!"

What beauty representatives, this was a nightmare!

The crowd realized belatedly: "Xi Ruzhu, could you be that woman from the early morning news who went to jail and got struck by lightning?"

Xi Ruzhu lost face, panic-stricken, and scampered away covering her head.

In the chaos.

Zuzi smiled lightly, her steps lazy as she headed to the library.

Leaving Nangong ng’s wails echoing in the corridor: "Zuzi, I’ll have my uncle skin you alive! Throw you to the sharks!"