The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 42: Exercises of Trash Can 019_2

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He Wen hurriedly spoke, “l bought a recording pen for each of you, they should be arriving soon. Hey, stop hitting me……”

“He Wen, the great scholar, were you planning on dazzling everyone with your secret recordings?! ”

“…Then you guys also…also stop hitting… my face… ow!”

Bai Lian had always listened to the teacher’s instructions, so when the teacher mentioned a study group, she approached Jiang Fulai.

After getting Jiang Fulai’s permission, she placed her phone back into the desk cubby and copied the problems Jiang Fulai gave her into three sets, distributing them to the other three members of the group.

Ning Xiao in front glanced at her and reached out to take them.

Tang Ming was surprised when he saw the papers, having never seen such neat handwriting, he gave her a thumbs up, “Your handwriting is really neat.”

Zhu Jiaren also took the problems, “Thanks, but what is this?”

“A problem,” Bai Lian looked out the window, her thoughts elsewhere, but when she heard the voice, she came back to herself and tucked her pen away,

“It’s quite comprehensive, given by someone else, it’s very helpful for physics.

You can do it when you have time, and I’ll bring you the answers tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay, I’ll give it a look.” Tang Ming stared at the problem—it was about magnetic fields.

But it involved a lot of content and he was a bit dazed by it.

After looking at it for twenty minutes, he still hadn’t quite understood it.

So he temporarily clipped it into his book and set it aside.

Half an hour passed quickly, but many people didn’t leave on time tonight because of the study group.

In front, Ning Xiao tossed the problems given by the teacher aside, engrossed in the problem Bai Lian had given him.

Bai Lian saw people leaving and also got up with her backpack to leave the lecture hall.

Ning Xiao didn’t pack up, still pondering over the problem Bai Lian had given him.

To the right, Ren Wanxuan packed up her things.

“My mom has already reserved a place,” she stood up and spoke to the others, “Let’s go first.”

That immediately won them cheers.

The other study groups could only look on enviously.

Zhu Jiaren stayed put, watching Ren Wanxuan and her group without taking her eyes off them until they left through the back door.

“Sigh,” Zhu Jiaren let out a long sigh.

Tang Ming was a boarding student and wasn’t in a hurry to get back. He took a screenshot of Bai Lian’s profile picture to show his roommates— [l swear, she really didn’t post anything on her Moments!]

[If I took a sneak photo of her, wouldn’t that make me a pervert?]

Seeing Tang Mings worthless reaction, Zhu Jiaren pursed her lips, unwilled to pack her things anymore, and prepared to head back to the dorm.

Bai Lian stood at the entrance of the comprehensive buildings staircase.

The rain was falling heavily, sweeping across the entire campus like a net, the already dimly lit school was shrouded in rain mist, becoming even more hazy.

There was hardly a soul on the road; it was as if she was the only one in this vastness.

The surroundings were filled with the sound of rain. Bai Lian stared at the relentless downpour and began to wonder again if she should have died in

Xiangcheng long ago, and that now, it was merely a pipe dream of hers about Xiangcheng?

Bai Lian stood at the entrance of the comprehensive buildings staircase.

A faint voice came through the curtain of rain, “What are you spacing out for?”

Bai Lian looked up and saw Jiang Fulai standing a step away on the stairs. His figure was tall and slender, wearing a knee-length coat, his pale yet

powerful right hand propping an umbrella. Despite the downpour, his entire demeanor was unruffled, as he elegantly tilted the umbrella forward, “Is your phone on silent?”

Jiang Fulai was shaking her phone, the usual arrogance in his eyes slightly diminished.

“What are you doing here?” Bai Lian gradually came to her senses, slowly patted her pocket, then lifted her head, “l think I left my phone in the lecture

Jiang Fulai raised an eyebrow, handing her the umbrella, “Where is your tutorial classroom?”

Bai Lian took the umbrella, standing on the stairs behind the rain curtain with a listless expression in her eyes, the reflection of streetlights shimmering in her pitch-black pupils, “First floor, the last classroom to the right, fourth row from the left, first seat.’

Jiang Fulai entered the main building.

Because students were having tutorials there in the evening, the lights on the first floor of the main building were all on.

His tall stature and exquisite features were as nobly indifferent as ever, Ren Wanxuan and people like her noticed him almost immediately.

What made Jiang Fulai truly stand out was not his striking features, but the inherent dignity he exuded, making him seem unapproachably aloof even as he simply walked.

He passed by Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu unhurriedly, his pale face sharp and almost edged with frost.

He failed to spare them even a glance.

Zhu Jiaren, who had just left the classroom, also caught sight of him, pausing in her steps.

“Who is that?” Ren Wanxuan and her group discussed in low voices as they watched Jiang Fulai!s retreating figure.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu exchanged glances, both shaking their heads, guessing he probably wasn’t from Xiangcheng, as his genuine and unblemished air was not something Xiangcheng could foster.

As soon as they exited, the Ren Family’s business car was parked at the entrance of the main building.

Since they were eating together, Ren Wanxuan was picked up by the family driver, who glanced at Bai Lian crouched at the steps, then asked Ren Wanxuan in the rearview mirror, “The Master said to pick up Miss Bai along with you for dinner.”

“Your grandfather, he…” Chen Zhu withdrew his gaze from Bai Lian without interest.

He had heard from Ren Wanxuan that Bai Lian’s invitation had been

inadvertently received, a one in a billion chance of luck.

Just hearing the name “Bai Lian” made Ren Wanxuan inexplicably irritated, her face cold, “Don’t bother with her, let’s go.”

She directly instructed the driver to drive away.

Chen Zhu didn’t bring her up again either.

Inside the main building, Jiang Fulai found the last lecture hall.

There weren’t many people left in the lecture hall by the time he entered, with over half the lights already turned off.

Jiang Fulai found Bai Lian’s seat and indeed saw her Xiaomi phone left in the desk cavern; a boy sitting in front was struggling with some math problems, prompting him to raise his eyebrows.

He recognized at a glance that the problem was one he’d assigned, and the boy still hadn’t solved it yet.

Dumber than Jiang Xijue.

Jiang Fulai withdrew his gaze, commenting blandly.

He picked up the phone and walked out, pausing beside the trash can when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

There wasn’t much trash in the bin.

Looking down, he saw a crumpled piece of paper tossed carelessly inside,

With his back to the light, Jiang Fulai lowered his eyes, his face shadowed and his expression even colder.

He bent down, picked the paper out of the bin, and with well-defined fingers, he slowly unfolded the neat, precise regular script—it was Bai Lian’s handwriting, the problems he had written for her the night before. Now disregarded, thrown away without a second thought in the trash bin..

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