Sweetest Top Actress in My Home

Chapter 817: Don’t You Need to Practice Your Skill?

Jack Su: “Your way to hurt your enemy is not smart enough. Do you want to change your situation from an ordinary high school student to a high school student who is going to attract a lot of attention?”

After reading this sentence, Ren Xinghe suddenly calmed down.

She slowly hugged her head, buried her head between her knees, as she felt a sense of powerlessness filling her whole body. It was only at this time did a rough right hand pressed against her head directly: “My little star.”

Ren Xinghe raised her head and quickly cleared up her emotions: “Grandma, why did you get out of bed...”

“I know all about your quarrel with that woman. Grandma knows. Although you refuse to say anything, grandma knows that you are doing all this because of me. Don’t be so stupid. Grandma is so old already so I am not afraid of anything, okay? If you want to live in school, just go ahead and live there then. You will have your college entrance examination in half a year. Don’t worry about these things and let it affect your mood.”

Ren Xinghe held her grandma’s hand and shook her head vigorously: “No, grandma...I will send you back to your room to rest. Have you taken your medicine yet?”

Grandma Ren sighed and nodded: “I have eaten it.”

“Then go back and lie down. I want to review my homework.”

“Okay, don’t chase me away. I will go back now.”

Grandma Ren staggered out of Ren Xinghe’s room and returned to her bedroom downstairs.

Ren Xinghe watched her grandma go downstairs, and she cleaned up her emotions, as she sat back at the desk again.

She was not cowardly, she was not afraid, but grandma was the only person in the world who really cared about her, and she was her only warmth in the past eighteen years. If she really left this world, then according to her physical condition, she would not be able to survive the next winter in this family.

Ren Xinghe: “Sorry, I have too many negative emotions. I must be bothering you.”

Ku Jie: “...”

If Jiang Yuning used to be Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, then what was Ren Xinghe?

It was not that she had no temper, it was just that she did not want to resist. It was not that she was not afraid of the consequences, she was just afraid of losing her only light and hope.

He did not know why, but Ku Jie still couldn’t help sending this message to her.

Jack Su: “Do you need a tutor to teach you mathematics?”

Ren Xinghe: “I have a tutor.”

After Ren Xinghe returned these words, she seemed to think of something, and quickly asked the next sentence: “You want to delete me again?”

Jack Su: “I am not deleting you. Goodnight.”

Ren Xinghe looked at these four words, and suddenly thought of the yellow light in the coffee shop. It was so warm, and that was the first time she felt a touch of warmth from a stranger.

Ku Jie was lying on the bed, as he was looking at his conversation with Ren Xinghe. He knew that the both of them shouldn’t and wouldn’t have any more intersections in the future, but he did not know why something called worry came out in his heart. He did now know if it was because they came from the same kind of family background, or if it was because of those stubborn eyes.

The only connection between them was the watch. If he returned the watch to her, then their dialog box would have no conversation in the future.

Actually, when Ren Xinghe gave out the watch, she had already assumed that it was not hers anymore. So, since he didn’t return it yet, they seemed to have no need to communicate.

As he thought of this, Ku Jie called the young paparazzo: “I remember you went to a boxing class before. How are you boxing skills?”

The young paparazzo who was sleeping in a daze: “Brother Jie, you don’t need to practice your skills, right?”

Ku Jie: “Don’t talk so much nonsense.”

...

When Ren Xinghe went downstairs for breakfast the next day, that woman was obviously avoiding her with disgust in her eyes.

Ren Xinghe didn’t care, and she went out to school after eating breakfast in a hurry.

However, when the driver escorted her to the entrance of the Municipal No. 3 Middle School, she saw a tall figure standing near the bulletin board, with a very outstanding appearance.

The figure did not wait for her, and he only pointed at a piece of paper pasted on the bulletin board with his chin.

After Ren Xinghe waited for him to leave, she walked forward and saw a boxing gym registration form on it.

Ren Xinghe tore it off, folded it up, and placed it in the pocket of her school uniform.

Ren Xinghe: “?”

Jack Su: “The boxing gym is on your way home. Go there one hour a day and it won’t delay your time to write questions. That way, you can do something when you are getting beaten up. If you are getting beaten up and not wanting to fight back, then it is two completely different things.”

Ren Xinghe thought for a while, and replied: “I’ll go back tonight, and figure out the woman’s itinerary and send you a copy.”

Ku Jie was taken aback when he saw these words. He was not very happy, but he knew that Ren Xinghe didn’t want to owe others anything. So, she would rather exchange information with him.

But, her exchange terms...

It was very rare.

Seeing that he did not answer, Ren Xinghe thought he accepted this “goodwill”, and she felt at ease about the boxing gym. Although she was only eighteen years old, she knew very well that there was nothing that would be free in this world, and she would never expect strangers to pay too much kindness to her.

Why would others?

In fact, because of Ren Xinghe’s personality, she had a lot of suitors at school, many of whom were rich young masters.

However, Ren Xinghe refused to show her interest or favor and she never participated in group activities. She had no friends and she was isolated and proud.

She did not like her teachers or classmates. Only her grades were the weapons that she could still use to survive in school.

No one else could be an exception in front of her.

Ren Xinghe was in the first class of the municipal third middle school, which was the legendary recommended class. There was a total of forty students in the top forty grades, and the top ten scores were also listed in the whole city. So, Ren Xinghe used this application to go home to study at night.

The school was very good at teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, fully respecting the students’ self-review habits, and not embarrassing Xinghe, but the prerequisite was that she could not have any decline in her exam results. Other students protested, but every time the teacher threw out the condition: “You can just surpass Ren Xinghe in the exam.”

Ren Xinghe never cared about the opinions of others, and she went home on time after class in the afternoon.

This was because the most difficult time for her grandmother was during the night.

After class today, something special happened.

Ren Xinghe asked the driver to take her to the gate of the boxing gym. She calculated the time and she found out that she could stay in the boxing gym for forty minutes.

She found the front desk with the registration form and expressed her intention.

The young lady at the front desk immediately arranged a coach for her, and gave her boxing gloves and protective gear.

Forty minutes might be just a basic explanation but Ren Xinghe studied very seriously. When she left, she seemed to see a familiar shadow.

After returning home, Ren Xinghe went to see her grandmother first, then went back to the room to wash up. After that, she turned on the lights to do her revision.

Now her biggest obstacle was mathematics, but when she was going to a boxing class, she couldn’t look for a tutor anymore.

As she thought about Ku Jie, she went downstairs to the housekeeper and asked about the woman’s recent whereabouts, and sent it to Ku Jie.

Ren Xinghe: “I can only ask about this, I tried my best.”

Jack Su: “What else can you do, what else do you need?”

Ku Jie changed the topic.

X Society knew the woman’s itinerary better than anyone else, and he did not need Ren Xinghe’s information at all.

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