The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 50: 022 didn’t have time to play house with her 2

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“l haven’t really formally studied it,” Bai Lian helped her up and patiently answered the question, “l just moved to my grandfather’s house,”

Class 15, first period, 8:09.

Lu Lingxi looked at the two boys at the classroom door, annoyed, “Zhang

Shize, Weng Qi, you two just have to be a few minutes late every day, right? You’re in your senior year, as soon as you open your eyes in the morning you should be ready to give it your all…”

Zhang Shize and Weng Qi hung their heads, meekly taking Lu Lingxi’s scolding.

The two of them had stayed up too late playing games last night and couldn’t get up in the morning.

As Lu Lingxi was scolding, a clear voice came from behind the two, “Teacher.” Bai Lian had missed a bus, arriving more than half an hour later than usual.

Her uniform looked exceptionally crisp on her, her figure slim, her black pupils reflecting the morning sun, a vocabulary book in her slender, pale hand, her beautiful eyelashes half-lowered, standing obediently beside Zhang Shize and Weng Qi.

Lu Lingxi paused, her fierce eyes immediately softening, “Bai Lian, why are you so late?”

Bai Lian lowered her head in admission, “l stayed up too late reading last

“Even though it’s senior year, we need to balance work and rest,” said Lu Lingxi, not doubting for a moment; she knew Bai Lian was serious about memorizing vocabulary and doing practice questions even during break times.

She patted Bai Lian on the shoulder, her voice kind, “Don’t stay up too late at night, take care of your rest, come on in.”

Zhang Shize and Weng Qi still standing by the door were dumbfounded.

Then they looked earnestly at Lu Lingxi.

When Lu Lingxi turned her head again to meet their gaze, she scoffed, “What, did you two also stay up too late reading?” The two of them:

They certainly didn’t have the nerve to say that.

Hidden laughter came from Class 15.

Bai Lian returned to her seat and resumed her usual state, slowly opening her book and completing a period.

During the break, Zhang Shize asked her, “Did you really stay up late reading last night?”

“No,” Bai Lian flipped open her workbook, casually propping up her right leg, nonchalantly, “l just missed a bus.”

Zhang Shize: ‘ .

He angrily prepared to buy a bottle of iced water to cool down.

The cultural committee member exchanged glances with Pu Xiaohan, following Zhang Shize.

“As a member of Class 15, shouldn’t you contribute something to our class?”

Zhang Shize opened the fridge, without blinking an eye, “But I can’t do anything, at the school anniversary am I supposed to go on stage and play games?”

Xiaohan, standing beside him, slung an arm around the cultural committee member’s shoulder, pointing at Zhang Shize, “You’re indeed pretty useless, so we never planned to make you do anything. You’ve only got that face for show; just stand on stage when it’s time and act as our mascot.”

“What do you mean I’m indeed pretty useless? Wouldn’t I be useful in the sports meeting?” Zhang Shize grabbed a drink, “I’m really tied…”

“Enough, shut up!” Xiaohan couldn’t stand it any longer, “What a good person you are, if only you didn’t have a mouth!”

They walked back, with Xiaohan and the cultural committee member’s criticism all along the way.

Zhang Shize didn’t dare to defy the two women.

Quite a few boys stood in the corridor of Class 15.

Many people casually whistled and glanced towards the window.

Zhang Shize went over for a look, and from this angle, he could see Bai Lian. She was bending her head down, calmly pulling out a paper from her desk, lazily uncapping her pen.

He had a sudden inspiration and said to Xiaohan and the committee member, “Why don’t you ask the person who sits in front of me?”

That person would be much more suitable than him to be a mascot.

Just that face alone would be perfect as a front for the class.

“We are trying hard,” said the cultural committee member, nodding her head,

“Xiaohan and I are discussing how to trick…”

Xiaohan quickly cut her off, “How to convince her to agree to us, Zhang Shize do you have any suggestions?”

Zhang Shize touched his nose, “I’d rather go to Syria.”

Do not be fooled by his desk-mate’s indifferent manner or studious appearance. As the person who sat behind her, he saw very clearly that the model student behavior was only in front of Lu Lingxi.

Want to try with someone from Class 8?

At the end of the last class in the afternoon.

Pu Xiaohan still hadn’t found a chance to persuade Bai Lian. Bai Lian listened attentively during class and either did practice questions or memorized vocabulary during breaks, acting just like her desk-mate, Yang Lin.

In the end, she could only watch helplessly as Bai Lian left for tutoring classes.

Today’s tutoring class was organized into study groups, with the Class 8 homeroom teacher coming over with a USB drive to play a recorded lesson.

“Starting this week, the difficulty of the course will increase,” said the Class 8 homeroom teacher, looking seriously at the group of top students in the lecture hall, “Next week, we’ll determine the final selection quota, so the daily grades for these two weeks are very important..”

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