The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 5: 004 Purest Street Tyrant: How It’s Made_1

Translator: 549690339

——What? She used to be in the international class?? (confused face)

——How did she get in there?

——Listen to me, Class 2 is the real victim here, being dragged down by an aircraft carrier.

——Class 2 class representative: It’s so annoying. Our humanities class grades were dragged down by her, and this time it’s even better, she scored zero, she cheated alone and our whole class has to face the ridicule.

——Bai Shaoqi replied to Class 2 class representative: Sister has already gone to Xiangcheng.

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The original owner didn’t add Bai Shaoqi on WeChat, nor did they add Song Min.

The friend then messaged Bai Lian: [I’m so pissed, she just deliberately replied to that message from the Class 2 representative, and everyone is spreading it like crazy. What’s really going on? Are you actually in Xiangcheng?]

Bai Lian: [As you can see, I’m in Xiangcheng.]

The friend: [Are you a fucking idiot for going to that back-of-beyond place?]

The friend: [???]

Bai Lian: [[Smile]]

The friend: [You send me a smile?]

Miss Bai isn’t too familiar with modern people’s smiles.

She typed a question mark and went back to the search engine, looking up topics of interest.

Ji Heng doesn’t live in a complex; he lives on Purest Street.

In an undeveloped slum of Xiangcheng, there is a large area of bungalows, dark and damp, with a street outside, a no-man’s-land, full of bars and black markets at the end of the street, very chaotic.

The river that faces Purest Street from afar marks the boundary between two countries.

This area is particularly chaotic; most of the time, even the police don’t dare to interfere.

Today, however, a few patrolling officers can be seen, with small bulges at their waists indicating they are armed.

Ji Shaojun glanced over and was surprised, “Is someone patrolling today?”

“It has been like this for some time now,” Ji Heng replied, holding his tobacco pipe as he walked toward an alley.

Ji Shaojun nodded; having patrolling officers around was better, at least it ensured some safety in the area.

After all, Bai Lian’s face was quite dangerous in this part of town.

The alleyways here are narrow and dimly lit, with cobblestone paths, and heaps of uncollected trash lying around bends. Stepping on the stones sometimes squeezed out black water, a stark contrast to the brightly-lit Beicheng.

Bai Lian remained quiet throughout, not commenting on the conditions here.

After winding through several alleys, they finally arrived at Ji Heng’s residence, with low houses all around. Ji Heng took out his keys to open the gate to a small courtyard.

The courtyard wasn’t big; in the middle was a Chinese parasol tree, with a stone table beneath it and a well.

Ji Heng, with his pipe in hand, pointed to the room on the right, “That’s where your mother used to live. You’ll sleep there. The conditions are what they are; if you’re not comfortable, you can head back to the Bai Family.”

Having said that, Ji Heng turned and entered his own room.

Ji Shaojun gave Bai Lian a comforting smile, relieved to see she hadn’t objected, and then brought her suitcase inside.

The room was old but everything inside had been well-preserved and was clean.

Bai Lian opened her suitcase and took out a pile of books, placing them on the desk near the window.

“Alian, you…” Ji Shaojun thought her suitcase would contain her clothes or women’s cosmetics, but it was filled with books. He paused for a while before saying softly, “Don’t worry about school. We’ll figure something out.”

He went out to look for Ji Heng.

Bai Lian sat with her legs crossed at the table, flipping through books, and pulled out a math book that interested her the most.

From math to geography and politics, then to English, which was the language she least wanted to look at. She briefly skimmed it before turning to the last subject—

History.

The original owner studied liberal arts and took history.

After about five minutes, she pulled out one of the history books. A test paper that was tucked inside fell to the floor. Bending down, she picked it up, but her eyes caught on a question from the paper—

[20. Briefly describe Liang Zewen’s corvée system and its impact on the long-term stability of the Great Yong Dynasty. Why did his death push the coup of Emperor Jiang Wu to its peak?]

“Snap—”

Bai Lian suddenly tucked the test paper back into the history book.