The homeroom teacher of Class 8 hurriedly took out his glasses and put them on.
He also took out the answers Jiangjing had given, and carefully compared them with this student’s. The answers this student had were plain and conventional, very standard and concise methods.
The students at the training center all followed these steps.
Even he was no exception.
However, the test paper in his hands was different. He looked at it without missing a single punctuation mark. After reading it, he even had a sudden realization—
“So this question means this.”
The homeroom teacher turned his gaze to the name section, unsurprisingly, two neat and beautiful characters—
Bailian.
He waved his big hand and gave an unprecedented “10” for the usual score.
**
9 pm.
Underground laboratory.
“The energy threshold is low,” Jiang Fuli looked up, took off his glasses, leaned on the table with one hand and pointed at an energy graph he had just drawn, “But the kinetic energy before and after the quark collision does not match, the WPMPs took away some of the energy…”
He stood upright and analyzed the results he had just detected in an orderly manner.
The pencil lightly drew curve graphs as good as computer generated.
The slightly dark light in the laboratory shone on his smooth and delicate side face, stroking it as if carefully outlining it. His long and thick eyelashes were slightly drooped, casting a shallow shadow.
The other group members were holding pens and paper, taking notes of what he just said.
“That’s it for today.” Jiang Fuli put away his pen and casually hooked it on his collar. His slender fingertips took out a black mask from his pocket and covered his straight nose.
He was very tall, and the black coat made him look a little thin.
Everyone watched his leaving back. A male student calmly put away his voice recorder and affirmatively said, “Something’s not right.”
The others nodded.
It was well known that Jiang Fuli’s group was the most hardworking group in the country. It was not uncommon for Young Master Jiang to basically stay in the lab until midnight every day, not going home for a whole month and just resting in the lab.
Once, a family member called to ask him about something trivial, and he scolded the person for five minutes in the office.
Afterwards, Jiang’s family didn’t dare to come find him casually.
However, recently he had been leaving on time at 9 pm sharp for two days.
“Huh,” a female student next to the male student sinisterly took out his voice recorder from his pocket, “So you secretly recorded him without us knowing? No wonder you can always answer Young Master Jiang’s questions so quickly!”
“He Wen, you bastard.”
He Wen: “……”
In the car.
Jiang Fuli sat in the back seat.
The computer was placed on the table, and his phone rang. He looked at it and answered.
The voice on the phone was male, “Why did you reject the Gao family? Just squeeze someone in, it’s not like it’s Jiang’s family. I knew it, ever since your mother died, you don’t see me as your uncle anymore…”
Jiang Fuli didn’t listen to the rest.
The car slowly stopped, and the assistant got out to get Jiang He’s dinner from the trunk.
Jiang Fuli looked out the window. Through it,
He could see Jiang He and Bailian still sitting at that spot in the milk tea shop, with a small white lamp lit up over their heads.
Jiang Fuli detached himself from his emotions. He spoke unhurriedly, detached and cold, “Because it’s completely useless.”
“What?”
“I said,” Jiang Fuli’s eyes were shallow and calm like a deep pond, suppressing the cold sharpness. His voice even sounded casual and nonchalant, “I don’t collect garbage.”
He hung up the phone, got out of the car and went in.
Bailian was doing a physics test, lying on the table writing the test paper that the physics teacher had just handed out today.
Seeing Jiang Fuli, she glanced up, her chin still resting on her arm, lazily greeting: “Teacher Jiang.”
“Haven’t finished your homework yet?” Jiang Fuli pulled out the chair opposite.
Do high school students have that much homework these days?
“Almost done.” Bailian wrote down the last line. Her eyes went to the black notebook next to him.
“This one,” Jiang Fuli looked as calm and relaxed as ever, his elegant eyebrows still remote and indifferent. Even his voice sounded casual and indifferent, “My old physics notebook.”
Bailian perked up. She looked at the notebook, her pitch black pupils reflecting the light above her head, extremely pretty, “Thank you.”
Jiang He was on the side, staring intently at Jiang Fuli.
Because Bailian had to go to cram school at night, she didn’t ask Ji Heng to wait for her to eat dinner. She ate dinner in the school canteen and looked over some books with Jiang He at the milk tea shop before going home.
**
Ji Heng would wait for Bailian to come home at the alley every night, no exception today.
It was almost 10 pm.
Bailian thought of the time and casually asked, “Grandpa, are you sleepy?”
Ji Heng was holding a flashlight. He was about to say he wasn’t sleepy, but remembered what Bailian had been up to these past two days, and cautiously replied, “A little sleepy.”
“Oh,” Bailian sounded a little regretful, “then I’ll wake you up tomorrow morning.”
Ji Heng: “……”
Must you wake me?
The next day, Thursday.
Ji Heng had just opened his eyes and saw the person squatting next to his bed.
“Grandpa,” Bailian had been listening to English words earlier. Seeing him open his eyes, she turned off the sound, “You’re awake?”
Ji Heng: “……”
Later he went wherever Bailian followed: “*&^%$@(^&%……”
As soon as Ji Shaojun entered the yard, he heard Bailian’s lazy voice, “So time will change according to each person’s speed… Grandpa, did you understand?”
“……”
“Grandpa, why aren’t you talking?” Bailian looked back.
Ji Heng silently spit out the mouthwash, “Maybe because your grandpa is brushing his teeth.”
Why.
Why do high school students have so much energy.
She doesn’t need to sleep?
Ji Shaojun smiled as he watched Bailian follow Ji Heng from the kitchen to the yard, then to the storage room. Ji Heng’s yard had never been so lively.
Breakfast was bought by Bailian early in the morning on Qingshui Street.
At 6:40, after hearing the exact answer from Ji Heng’s mouth, she took her school uniform and went out, “Grandpa, uncle, I’m leaving first.”
As soon as she left, the whole yard became deserted.
Ji Shaojun looked at Ji Heng’s serious expression. He complained in his heart, keep pretending, hearing the word “Grandpa” you were probably floating to the sky with joy.
**
Xiangcheng High School seniors had P.E. classes.
Class 15 was every Thursday morning, the last section, together with Class 8.
With just a few classes a week and over 80 classes in the school, it was inevitable that some classes had P.E. together.
“It didn’t use to be like this,” Bailian’s deskmate, Lu Xiaohan, who was also too lazy to move, sat next to Bailian and told her, “Later someone made an anonymous report about it, so the school had no choice but to arrange P.E. classes.”
Bailian was holding the black notebook. After the P.E. teacher said free activity, she sat under a tree and slowly flipped through it.
Even doing nothing, many people still pretended to glance in her direction unintentionally.
Yet another basketball flew over here.
But this time it was a bit off target, the ball with vigorous spin rushed straight at Bailian’s forehead.
A boy anxiously shouted, “Caref—!”
Bailian lazily turned a page with one hand, not even lifting her head. Only when the ball was about to hit her face did she raise her other hand. The fast flying ball solidly hit her palm!
The wind brought by the ball gently blew up the loose hair by her forehead.
It was noon and the sunshine was just right.
She weighed the ball in her hand, raised her eyes lazily and looked at the boy. The sunlight leaked through the tree leaves and spilled fragmented light on her head. She casually lobbed the ball back to the boy nonchalantly.
Smiling at him charmingly, “Be careful.”
The boy’s face turned red. It took him a while to snap back to his senses and return to his team. A few of his teammates lowered their voices excitedly, “Damn, so cool!”
“Ten minutes,” Lu Xiaohan came back to her senses. She closed her mouth, counting for Bailian, “It’s only been ten minutes, yet two badminton shuttlecocks and three basketballs have conveniently landed in front of you, Bai Tongxue. You’re too outrageous!”
Bailian chuckled lazily.
She lowered her head and took out her phone to take a picture of the black cat Jiang Fuli had drawn in the notebook and sent it to him——
?Not as good as what my grandpa draws?
Teacher Jiang: ?. . . .?
Not far away.
“She’s actually reading a book?” Shi Yutong stared fiercely at Bailian’s direction, her eyebrows were heavily overcast: “What’s a 85 liberal arts student pretending to be?”
Ren Wanxuan leaned against the single bar, still holding a bag.
“Wanxuan, Ge said you have some invitation from the International White Tiger Auction House,” several Class 8 students had heard something. Holding a basketball mysteriously, “We actually haven’t seen one before.”
Ren Wanxuan looked towards Chen Zhuo.
Chen Zhuo nodded at her.
Ren Wanxuan smiled. She weighed her bag, originally wanted to open it directly. Seeing Bailian not far away, she paused, “Let’s go somewhere else for me to show you.”
Lu Xiaohan didn’t dare offend the Class 8 students. She could only secretly complain to Bailian, “As if I care to see it.”
But she also knew, for the Crown Prince Class students to covet it like this, it must be a rare treasure.
After P.E. class, Bailian went to the canteen with Lu Xiaohan and Yang Lin to eat.
All the way there Lu Xiaohan desperately tried not to stare at Yang Lin.
Zhang Shize and the others also joined Bailian after getting their meals. Yang Lin sat next to Bailian, there was only one vegetable dish in her bowl.
Bailian casually put the chicken leg in her bowl. After receiving tens of millions in child support fees, she breezily said, “These are the child support fees my mother and scumbag dad each gave me after their divorce. Not much for child support, remember to pay me back in the future.”
Yang Lin’s chopsticks stopped.
Lu Xiaohan’s mind raced. Bailian’s one sentence contained so much information. She opened her mouth, just about to tell Bailian “Yang Lin doesn’t need it”.
Then she saw Yang Lin softly mumble an “En”.
Yang Lin ate very quickly. After a few bites she was done and left.
Lu Xiaohan and Zhang Shize still sat there, greatly shocked—
So was the reason they couldn’t give their stuff away because their dads and moms hadn’t gotten divorced?
“Bai Tongxue.” After eating, Bailian’s group had just walked to the second floor when they saw Class 8’s homeroom teacher walk out from the office on second floor. He was wearing glasses.
The Crown Prince Class’ homeroom teacher, Zhang Shize and the others naturally recognized him.
A few goofing students hurriedly went upstairs to the third floor to avoid seeing a teacher.
Leaving Bailian by herself.
“Your last test was very good,” Class 8’s homeroom teacher stood in the corridor, first praising then dissatisfied, “Why did you choose liberal arts before? Really preposterous.”
Bailian lowered her eyes honestly, “Teacher, yesterday’s test was taught by someone else.”
“That’s irrelevant with being taught or not,” he laughed. “From your steps I can understand your entire thought process in solving problems. Being able to understand that question means, even if I put this answer sheet into a cram school, only a few people would be able to comprehend it.”
Bailian really wanted to explain to this teacher.
If Jiang Fuli lectured them once, they would also be able to write it out. Though she didn’t know if the teacher would believe it.
She scratched her nose and went back to the third floor after receiving the praise.
Of course, she wouldn’t know—
It would already be good if Young Master Jiang didn’t scold them. Lecturing?
Humph.
**
Class 8
Chen Zhuo and the others never ate in the school cafeteria. After eating at an off-campus private kitchen, they came back.
Ren Wanxuan returned to her seat. Because she went out to eat, and the others were still looking at the invites, she told Shi Yutong to bring her bag back to the classroom after they finished reading.
Upon returning, she immediately opened her bag.
“What happened?” Seeing Ren Wanxuan’s expression change, Chen Zhuo stood up.
Ren Wanxuan’s face was icy cold. She swept her eyes around the classroom, “Did anyone come to our class during lunch break?”
From her expression, it was obvious something was stolen.
Everyone in Class 8 had prominent backgrounds. They all knew Ren Wanxuan’s identity secretly. No one would do this kind of thing.
Then there was only one possibility, someone from another class.
“Don’t tell me…” The class leader looked nervous. He immediately stood up, referring to the invitation letter.
Everyone in class had queued to see her invitation letter today.
Seeing Ren Wanxuan’s gloomy face, the class leader knew he had guessed right.
“Damn it,” he slammed the table angrily. His eyes darted around the classroom, “Who came to our class during lunch?”
No one dared to speak. Dead silence.
“Um,” after a while, a female student in the corner timidly raised her hand and spoke hesitantly, “At lunch, I seemed to see the transferee from Class 15 come upstairs to the second floor.”
Ren Wanxuan had never been so angry before. She had been pampered since she was little.
In school, people could only look up to her. Not to mention her things in her bag, even if she didn’t want them, no one would have the guts to touch them.
Hearing the girl’s words, Ren Wanxuan gritted her teeth, “Bai Tongxue?”
She threw her bag on the ground and walked straight towards Class 15’s direction.
While walking, she took out her phone and messaged her dad—
?You just had to transfer your relative to our school to torment me huh??
Leave a Reply