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Chapter 123: How is the performance of Jiangjing’s teacher, number 048?_3
Chapter 123: How is the performance of Jiangjing’s teacher, number 048?_3
Chapter 123: How is the performance of Jiangjing’s teacher, number 048?_3
Translator: 549690339
Yang Lin was already used to this kind of pain; her body had become immune to it long ago.
Yet now, she felt a faint pain where the ointment had touched her skin.
After applying the medicine to the visible injuries on Yang Lin’s arms, Bai Lian took a tissue and, at a relaxed pace, wiped her fingers clean before screwing the lid back on the container.
“Take this,” she said, handing the medicine box to Yang Lin with an indifferent expression.
Yang Lin, holding the medicine box, looked at Bai Lian, “This is…”
Bai Lian tilted her head, crossed her legs, pointed her index finger in the air towards the green medicine box in her hands, and flashed her a wicked smile, “See this? A product with no brand, no producer, and no ingredients listed. Slather this on for two more days and you’ll be ready to meet King Yama.”
Yang Lin:
After a long while, she seemed to explain in a low voice, “I… I accidentally fell down the stairs.”
“Hmm, be careful next time,” Bai Lian said, her gaze lowered as she pulled out a book.
With such a calm tone, it was hard to tell if she believed her or not.
The last class of the day was chemistry.
Usually the teacher revises worksheets, but today, after glancing at Bai Lian, the chemistry teacher decided to take the students to the laboratory to experience the magic of chemistry.
The lab was located on the third floor of the comprehensive building and was seldom used.
It was perennially gloomy and cold.
The teacher unlocked the door and went in, the high school chemistry lab was practically ornamental, hardly used, with a bunch of equipment placed around.
Bai Lian followed the others in and took a look around.
Glass cabinets were placed alongside, with glass bottles inside labeled with various chemical substances, most of which were unrecognizable.
Two to a group.
The chemistry teacher put on gloves and took a beaker, slowly pouring diluted sulfuric acid into it before adding copper sulfate.
The transparent solution suddenly turned green.
After glancing at Bai Lian, the teacher methodically added aluminum foil and ignited it, the blue flames instantly leaping up in a beautiful and spectacular dance.
Everyone watched the blue flames, and the chemistry teacher was very pleased with their reaction.
He leaned on the lectern, fixing his gaze on Bai Lian, “Classmates, if you study it earnestly, chemistry is a very interesting subject, much simpler than physics or math…”
Next to him, Pu Xiaohan had her head buried and was on the verge of dying from laughter.
Zhang Shize raised his hand, “Teacher, you don’t have to say ‘classmates’.”
The others, who had been holding back their laughter, finally burst out laughing.
Everyone knew that Bai Lian got perfect scores in physics and was now buried in biology books every day.
But chemistry? She didn’t even glance at it.
The chemistry teacher was rendered speechless by these students; he taught several classes, but Class 15 always had the best atmosphere: “…Of course, as we all know, learning makes no distinction between high and low, rich and poor.”
While the teacher lectured, Zhang Shize lowered his voice to Bai Lian, “Did Teacher Lu tell you about coming to school on Saturday to record some material? She said we need good-looking people, so both of us have to go.”
Bai Lian, lazily propping up her chin while watching the chemistry teacher, spoke calmly, “She did.”
“So, will you go?” Zhang Shize scratched his head.
“Yeah, I’ll go,” Bai Lian replied languidly.
Zhang Shize uttered, “Oh,” while Pu Xiaohan sounded a bit excited next to him, “Has Xiangcheng finally been noticed? Are they coming here to promote tourism?”
“Don’t get excited, it’s not the first time,” Ning Xiao pointed out coldly, “The previous attempts didn’t attract any investors.”
Zhang Shize and Pu Xiaohan glanced at Ning Xiao, feeling that the student genius was a buzzkill.
But they didn’t dare to say it to his face.
School was dismissed not long after.
The lab emptied quickly, but Bai Lian didn’t leave; she was actually quite curious about the act the teacher had performed and asked the chemistry teacher for the materials to try it herself.
The chemistry teacher was beyond delighted, leaving the lab at her disposal, “No worries, feel free to use it, and if you have any questions, come to me!”
He left humming.
Zhang Shize and Pu Xiaohan stayed back, helping Bai Lian clean up the aftermath.
After being cooped up for two days,
Jiang He finally ventured outdoors today.
He squatted on the left side of the milk tea shop, holding his little bok choy, staring in the direction of the No. 1 Middle School gate.
By his side, Jiang Fulai stood half-hunched, his trench coat reaching past his knees, one hand tucked into its pocket, the other holding a phone, scrolling through his email inbox with an air of indifference.
With his tall, slender silhouette, natural nobility, and aloof demeanor, even the sunlight scattered in the air seemed to shatter into ice and snow around him.
Although the milk tea shop was usually bursting at the seams, today a bunch of people stood across the street, pushing and shoving each other, too intimidated to come near.
Those who dared to enter practically sprinted past him.
When Bai Lian arrived with Pu Xiaohan and others, they just so happened to witness a middle-aged man bowing his head and dashing into the milk tea shop.