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Chapter 87: 035 is modest and does not compete, the one picking up trash picks up _3
Chapter 87: 035 is modest and does not compete, the one picking up trash picks up _3
Chapter 87: 035 is modest and does not compete, the one picking up trash picks up _3
Translator: 549690339
But Ji Shaojun definitely didn’t have the time, as he needed to teach his students.
“Okay.” Bai Lian lazily took out her earphones.
Jiang He followed behind Bai Lian, silently noting down the time.
“What’s your account name?” Back in the library, Tang Ming recalled Bai Lian’s Jingjiang Preparatory Camp account and lowered his voice.
Ning Xiao also looked up.
Bai Lian leaned back, crossed her legs, and lazily tapped the tabletop with her fingertips, “Bai Jian.”
“Bai Sister?” Tang Ming thought it sounded kind of cool.
Bai Lian glanced at Jiang He and curved her lips, “Bai Jian, ‘Jian’ as in picking up trash.”
Jiang He’s head dipped low.
With an expressionless face, he took out a dictionary.
With a “whoosh,” he started flipping through it.
Picking up trash?
Tang Ming didn’t dare to ask anything further and silently took out his phone to search for “Bai Jian.” No wonder he couldn’t find Bai Lian’s name before.
Ning Xiao also took out his phone.
This time with the correct username, Tang Ming could find it immediately—
Username: Bai Jian
This month’s points: 0
“Sis, haven’t you started doing the questions yet? The explanations in there are amazing,” Tang Ming whispered, “and there are video explanations, seriously worth watching…”
But getting points, he himself had only a few hundred points this month, Tang Ming had already realized how big the gap was between him and the others there.
As he was speaking, he casually glanced further back.
Total points: 0
Followers: 1
Fans—1258
Tang Ming nearly blurted out, “Hey, isn’t that—”
Bai Lian opened a page of her book, looked up, her posture relaxed, her faint expression exuding an aura of pressure.
Tang Ming forcefully swallowed the words that had reached his mouth.
Monday, morning.
After finishing a Chinese language class, Bai Lian casually leaned on the desk with one hand and pulled out a biology book with the other, flipping through it at random.
Her eyes drooped, and in the morning light, her fingers resembled soaked white jade.
She just happened to see a diagram of a paramecium.
She couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“What are you laughing at,” Pu Xiaohan, who was stunned, came back to her senses, clueless, “Lu mom is calling for you outside.”
After Bai Lian left, Pu Xiaohan stared at her biology book.
It was just a diagram of a paramecium that looked like a straw sandal insert. Was it that funny?
Outside, Lu Lingxi was scolding a group of boys.
When she saw Bai Lian, her expression softened.
“Mrs. Li is looking for you,” holding the test papers, Lu Lingxi pointed towards the second floor, “the office is just downstairs.”
Bai Lian raised an eyebrow, nodded, and headed to the second floor.
The class teacher of Class 8 was sitting in the office, wearing glasses, writing lesson plans. He looked up, saw Bai Lian, and smiled, the sternness on his face warming, “Student Bai.”
“Teacher.” Bai Lian lowered her eyes, wearing her school uniform neatly and cutely.
Her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her eyelids.
“I heard you gave your spot to Tang Ming,” the Class 8 teacher pondered for a moment before saying, “The opportunity is a rare one, can you tell me what you are thinking?”
Bai Lian didn’t say anything.
She nobly took out her phone and showed him a blue app on it.
Class 8 teacher:
Okay, he got it too.
The two looked at each other, on the verge of laughter, and after a while, he handed her a book of chemistry notes, “Alright, go back.”
“Thank you, teacher,” Bai Lian accepted the chemistry notes with both hands.
After she left, the Class 8 teacher still watched Bai Lian’s slender and tall figure in the distance.
He couldn’t help but sigh.
If the Ren Family didn’t say it, who would know that this girl was a relative of the Ren Family?
At the door, Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu, who were coming in, missed Bai Lian; Chen Zhu took an extra glance at her.
Then they went to get their homework.
“Ren Wanxuan, I’m calling you because there’s something I need to discuss,” the teacher of Class 8 recovered his smile slightly, less relaxed than he was in front of Bai Lian, and composed himself, “A gentleman will be visiting on the day of the school celebration, and you’re to receive him with the principal. Spend some extra time practicing your calligraphy these next few days.”
There were many in the school who were adept at Li script.
Even Chen Zhu could do it.
But none were as good as Ren Wanxuan.
A VIP from the school?
That could only be from the Jiangjing Chen Family.
Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu exchanged a glance, both recalling the Mr. Chen whom they had met once before.
But after that, Chen Gang could never invite him again.
Today’s Ren Wanxuan seemed to lack her usual aloofness. She nodded, “Teacher, I understand.”
This was a big deal for the school, and as the teacher of Class 8 looked at Ren Wanxuan, thinking of her fine calligraphy skills, he softened his expression, “Wanxuan, you are a smart child, and your teacher hopes you will become better.”
Ren Wanxuan bowed and thanked him.
Suddenly, she spoke with a hint of grievance, “When you asked me to share the answers publicly with the prep school, I disagreed. But I haven’t seen Bai Lian sharing her answers with us either. Teacher, you’re being somewhat unfair to me.”
Why did she have to be the frog at the bottom of the well, while Bai Lian was considered to be of pure virtue?
“Ren Wanxuan,” Class 8 teacher looked at her for a while before speaking, “how do you know she didn’t share the answers with you?”
“What?”