The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151: People from the Traditional Calligraphers Association are here! Guaranteed second place!_2

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In fact, for these two weeks, Bai Lian spent most of her time on biology, occasionally exchanging ideas with Ning Xiao when he encountered a difficult physics problem.

It was at this time.

The whole Class 15 suddenly fell silent.

Feeling a chill on her back, Pu Xiaohan’s sixth sense made her turn around swiftly, sit up straight, and start working on exam problems from the past decade.

Out of the corner of her eye, sure enough, she spotted the elusive Lu Lingxi at the window.

Everyone else in the class was seriously doing their homework, except for Zhang Shize, who was still busy sleeping.

Lu Lingxi walked up to him quietly and raised her hand

“Ah” Zhang Shize stood up with his ear being pinched and caught sight of Lu Lingxi, “Lu Mom, spare a handsome guy’s life!”

“How late did you play games last night?” Lu Lingxi sneered.

Zhang Shize: “I just… at one o’clock… two o’clock, two fifty-nine!!”

Not a minute past two—this was his final act of defiance.

“You think it’s fine to sleep during the day and play games at night, huh? How many times have I told you, Zhang Shize, in today’s society without a diploma you’ll face setbacks in everything,” Lu Lingxi let go of his ear, pleading earnestly, and then pointed to the back of the room: “Go stand at the back.”

Zhang Shize reluctantly took his book and went to the back.

After Lu Lingxi finished speaking, she looked down as Bai Lian finished a question, and then gently said to Bai Lian, “Bai Lian, come out for a moment.”

Zhang Shize was amazed at her quick change of demeanor.

“The principal said he wants to give your contact information to Mr. Qiu,” Lu Lingxi was telling her this, “I can give him your number, is that okay with you?”

That was fine.

Bai Lian nodded.

Saturday.

Director Chen came to look for Ming Dongheng; Jiang Fulai and Jiang He were not around, so he was much more relaxed in his seating: “There’s another match for Mr. Bai next Tuesday. If he wins, his score will reach third place.”

“Tickets.” Ming Dongheng poured himself a cup of tea, his words were succinct and cool.

“They’re already prepared.” Director Chen took out freshly printed tickets and handed them to Ming Dongheng.

He had been in high spirits these past two days, having managed two issues in Xiangcheng with perfection after Bai Lian’s advice, earning high praise from Elder Chen.