The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 131: 128 How do you compare with Vera Hall? [3 more]

The first time he received such a number was seven years ago when he was admitted to Norton University. It was the call from the Norton University admissions office.

But afterward, he never received an official call from Norton University again.

The few times that remained, it was his tutor who called.

So, not to mention outsiders, even those of us who were once students at Norton University couldn’t catch a glimpse of the whole picture of the university.

It was too mysterious and too desirable.

He Xun immediately answered: “Hello.”

“He, it’s me.” Indeed, it was his tutor on the other end of the line. “Normally, you wouldn’t have received this call.”

Hearing this, He Xun’s throat tightened: “Tutor?”

“You should know, right?” The tutor sighed, “The school has been keeping records of your work to judge whether you can graduate without an assessment.”

He Xun’s eyes darkened: “Yes, I know.”

Since the assessments were so difficult, Norton University had given another option.

If a student met the school’s requirements through their work, they could graduate without an assessment and directly obtain their degree.

He chose to teach at Verdant because the job of a teacher was simpler and more convenient.

“Your performance today disappointed the school, especially since you were punished.” The tutor regretfully said, “He, so your assessment difficulty has doubled. The students you teach must have two who pass the school’s interview and admission exam.”

He Xun’s expression changed instantly: “Tutor!”

The admission exam wasn’t for a D-level college. Even if it wasn’t an S-level, it had to be at least A-level.

But if everyone could enter an A-level college, what would be the point of the assessment?

One was already as difficult as reaching for the heavens, two was almost an impossible task.

The assessment was a choice of two, but the other was even harder—solving a problem given by Norton University.

That’s why he had asked that study streamer for help, but it ended up all for naught.

“That’s all, He.” The old man was a believer, “God bless you, and good luck.”

The call ended, and He Xun was still in a daze, unable to snap back to reality.

Far away in O Continent, across an entire ocean and who knows how many countries, Norton University could still find out what had happened at Verdant High School.

It’s true that Verdant had issued a disciplinary announcement, but they didn’t give details.

This made He Xun remember a classmate from a year ago.

This classmate had chosen a job in sales.

With a different choice came different assessments.

Once, during a sales pitch, his classmate had insulted a customer and was punished by the company.

Not long after, a call from Norton University came, with the same wording.

It was as if there was nothing in this world that Norton University didn’t know about.

He Xun pursed his lips and didn’t go looking for the principal, just sat in his chair, lost in thought.

**

Although Lu Zhi’s medical skills were not enough to make Old Madam Ying fully recover, they still helped her regulate her body.

In recent days, Old Madam Ying had been able to get out of bed.

At Old Madam Ying’s strong request, Ying Luwei had no choice but to go through her discharge procedures.

She wore a hat and mask, fearing someone would recognize her.

Ying Luwei thought that after more than a month, time would have smoothed everything over.

But she secretly logged into Weibo with an alternate account a few times, only to discover there were still many netizens mocking her.

The fanbase she had carefully cultivated was now being attacked by everyone, and even the comments were out of control.

As a result, she didn’t dare show her face, and even when her studio occasionally posted about her daily life, comments had to be curated.

After sending Old Madam Ying home, Ying Luwei went to her own private piano room.

The music sheet on the piano stand was still Vera Hall’s “Sun and Moon.”

Ying Luwei played a few notes, then her resentment flared, and she slammed the piano lid down hard.

There were less than twenty days left until her concert.

She had practiced so long, yet she could only barely manage to play twenty-four measures of “Sun and Moon,” a world-class challenging piano piece.

Talk less of her stumbling performance, she still made mistakes in the middle.

If she were to perform on stage with such proficiency, her remaining fans would surely unfollow her.

But the words were already out. What could she do if not play “Sun and Moon”?

Ying Luwei was irritated and frazzled, with no desire to practice the piano.

At that moment, her agent called to inquire about her practice progress.

“It’s no good,” Ying Luwei held back her frustration. “What’s with Vera Hall? The woman is already dead, why didn’t she leave behind the music sheet?”

She also had a feeling that there were several places where the notes were wrong, but even the pianists in O Continent hadn’t managed to correct them. What could she do?

“You better not let people online hear you say that.” Her agent frowned. “Vera has been influential since the 18th century, and her influence persists to this day. If you don’t want to be ripped apart, be careful with your words.”

“I know,” Ying Luwei replied dismissively, “I’m at home, no one can hear me, but what about my concert?”

“I’m giving you a suggestion,” the agent pondered before speaking, “your current situation is caused by that fake heiress of the Ying Family.”

“Why don’t you invite her to your concert and let her play a piece?”

Ying Luwei was stunned, “Have her play? But she doesn’t know how.”

“It’s precisely because she doesn’t know how to play that you should let her do it,” the agent smiled, “You can also say that you taught her piano, but no matter what, she couldn’t learn.”

“You mean—” Ying Luwei understood, “Make Ying Zijin look like a fool to help me shore up my fan base?”

She liked life in the spotlight, which is why she marketed her persona in the entertainment industry.

At the same time, she also knew deeply how to manage a fan base.

“That’s exactly what I mean,” the agent said, “but you need to find a way to make her agree. Otherwise, if she doesn’t come, it’s all for nothing.”

Ying Luwei became interested, “I have a way, don’t worry.”

“Still, it’s best to be careful,” the agent reminded her, “Your concert tickets have sold quite well, and the remaining fans are indeed loyal. You don’t have any major scandals like murder or arson, so they definitely won’t abandon you.”

“Give me several tickets,” Ying Luwei flicked her hair, “the ones in the first row. I’ll give them to my sister-in-law and her family.”

**

Hengdian Film and Television City.

By the time the Maserati arrived at the destination, it was already 8 pm.

At this time, most of the crews were still filming.

There were also quite a few tourists who visited, hoping to have a celebrity encounter.

Ying Zijin got out of the car, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed as she looked up.

This was a film and television production base, mostly featuring costume dramas, thus filled with ancient architecture.

She glanced around and lost interest.

After all, when she was not on Earth, she was surrounded by such sights every day, and even more magnificent and massive ones.

“There’s a good barbecue place over there, but tomorrow is May Day, so there’s a lot of people visiting today,” Fu Yunshen leaned down slightly and naturally pinched the girl’s cheek, “Yaoyao, you play around here first. Nie Chao will come over in a bit, and I’ll go line up to get a number.”

After thinking for a moment, he took out the daily nuts from his pocket and placed them into her hands.

“You’ve been sleeping all the way here. Eat these to tide you over.”

Ying Zijin nodded, “I’ll wait for you.”

Fu Yunshen got back into the car to look for a parking space.

Minutes later, Nie Chao, dressed in a flashy pink suit, attracted a lot of attention as he came from the other side.

When he saw the girl, his eyes lit up, “Boss!”

Ying Zijin turned around, glancing at the slippers on his feet, “…”

She felt a bit reluctant to acknowledge him.

“Boss, I’ve really, really missed you,” Nie Chao ran over briskly, “Ah, it’s a shame the Seventh Young Master has hidden you too well, I couldn’t even catch a glimpse.”

“I’m just at school.”

“…”

How could both of them be so clueless?

Nie Chao scratched his head and immediately changed the subject, “Boss, my company is filming over there, do you want to go take a look first?”

Hearing this, Ying Zijin decided to pay him a little more attention, “Women or men?”

“Both,” Nie Chao had already got the word from Fu Yunshen, “Gorgeous women, handsome men, I guarantee you’ll be satisfied, Boss.”

Ying Zijin nodded slightly, “Let’s go.”

The two headed towards the interior of the film base.

“Boss, this way,” Nie Chao led the way eagerly, “I invested in a Qing Dynasty drama, and they’re filming over at the Ming and Qing Imperial Gardens.”

The Ming and Qing Imperial Gardens was a major attraction and filming location in Hengdian Film and Television City, replicating the Forbidden City on a 1:1 scale, imitating the etiquette of other dynasties, and incorporating architectural features from the Republic era.

Ying Zijin thought for a moment.

When she last came to Hua Country, it was indeed in the ancient times, something like the Qing Dynasty.

That made it even less interesting.

However—

The melodramas that Nie Chao’s company produced were actually quite to her taste.

“Here is the Imperial Garden,” Nie Chao explained as they walked, “I think there’s some concubine rivalry happening soon. Boss, I’ve prepared a chair for you, you just watch the show.”

Hearing this, Ying Zijin gave him another look, “I can calculate your love fortune for you.”

Nie Chao became excited at that, he walked under a tree, about to move the chair.

But as soon as he picked it up, a staff member hurried over and snatched it away.

“What are you doing?” Nie Chao was baffled, “That’s my chair.”

The staff member turned around and looked at him mockingly, “What’s this about your chair? It belongs to the crew.”

“Isn’t what belongs to the crew also mine?” Nie Chao was irritated, “Give me the chair.”

“Enough, enough, I don’t have time to talk to you. Miss Luo needs to rest, can’t you wait?” The staff member was already in a hurry and became angry upon being stopped, “Can you even compare with Miss Luo? If something goes wrong on her end, can you afford it? Or can’t you stand without a chair because you have no legs?”