The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 27: Is transfer student 013 performing well in their grades?_2

Translator: 549690339

Ji Shaojun saw this elegant-looking kid and wasn’t quite sure how to start a conversation, but unexpectedly the other party greeted him nicely. He was somewhat at a loss for what to do, so he just stuffed all the snacks he had collected for Bai Lian into Jiang He’s hands.

Ming Dongheng stood coolly on the side.

After sending Bai Lian and Ji Shaojun back to Purest Street, Jiang He still clung to Bai Lian’s hem without letting go.

Ming Dongheng was used to it, Jiang He’s behavior was always quirky.

He reported to Jiang Fulai.

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Jiang He received a message on his watch and finally let go of Bai Lian’s hem.

By the time Jiang Fulai arrived, Bai Lian had already left.

He had just come out of the lab and hadn’t changed his clothes, lethargically reaching out to knock on Jiang He’s car window.

Jiang He held grudges and ignored him.

Still lying on the car window.

Jiang Fulai was calm, “1 saw an MTS report last time, it said that kids who stay up late don’t grow tall.”

Jiang He, not even as tall as Jiang Fulai’s waist, suddenly looked up, “Are you tired?”

“I’m not tired,” Jiang Fulai glanced at him casually and sincerely asked, ‘You shouldn’t be tired either, right?”

“Oh, of course not,” Jiang He started talking to himself, “1 mean Uncle Ming must be tired, so if he’s tired then we can go back now and let him sleep first.” Ming Dongheng said expressionlessly, “Yes, young master, I’m very tired right now.”

Xiangcheng Middle School.

Bai Lian rushed to catch the train on Monday, and after explaining the kinetic energy theorem once again to Ji Heng on Tuesday morning, she came to school.

“Desk mate,” Bai Lian twirled her pen as she turned her head to look at Yang Lin, ‘Can you lend me your biology notebook?”

The black pen spun agilely around her fair and slender fingertips.

Yang Lin was the class study representative. Her hair was black and long and her skin extremely pale, covering most of her face and neck. She wore the school uniform, long sleeves and pants, every day and seldom spoke to others. She just reached into the desk and pulled out two biology notebooks to give to Bai Lian.

Bai Lian took them, flipped through them, and saw that the notes were very clear and clean. Inside one of them, she saw a realistic drawing of an alley lined with fresh flowers on both sides. The style of this realistic drawing was very similar to that of Ji Heng and Ji Shaojun.

It seemed to be a few years old but was well preserved.

Bai Lian took it out and gave it back to Yang Lin; her dark eyes reflecting Yang Lin’s face, she sincerely praised, “It’s very pretty.”

Yang Lin was stunned for a moment, then took it back.

After quite a while, Bai Lian heard her softly “Hmm” in response.

The first class in the morning was Chinese.

When Bai Lian’s classmate behind her, Zhang Shize, arrived, Lu Lingxi had already finished analyzing an ancient poem.

“Report!” Zhang Shize ran to the entrance of the class, not even having had the time to zip up his school jacket.

Lu Lingxi stood by the lectern, one hand resting on it, looking at Zhang Shize, and with the other hand pointing at the clock on the wall, “Zhang Shize, it’s already our senior year, and yet you’re still so lax, class starts at eight, look, open your eyes wide and see what time it is now?”

Zhang Shize looked at the clock hanging on the wall behind him, his expression serious, “7:70.”

Lu Lingxi:

“Pfft—

The classmates suddenly burst into laughter energetically.

Lu Lingxi was also beside herself with a mixture of laughter and exasperation, scolding with a smile, “Get in here!”

Zhang Shize touched his nose dejectedly and returned to his seat.

Last night, he stayed up late squatting to snatch Yan Lu’s photo book, so he got up late this morning. Seeing that his mother was still angry with his father, he helped his mother cut some flower branches until he realized he was going to be late.

The class finished quickly.

Lu Lingxi called Bai Lian to the office separately.

“l saw you getting along well with Yang Lin this morning,” Lu Lingxi handed a box of band-aids to Bai Lian and said softly, “Could you give this to her? She has a wound on the left side of her forehead.’

Bai Lian reached out to take it, tossing it in her hand with a cheeky smile in her eye, “Got it, but I can’t promise anything.”