The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Submit assignment 014, scored _3

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When he got out of the car, the milk tea shop was no longer open to the public, with only one incandescent light on by the window.

Bai Lian was doing her homework with her head down. It was a bit cold that night, so she had put on her school uniform jacket, without zipping it up, revealing the white embroidered collar inside. She rested her chin on one hand in a lazy manner while holding a pen in the other, her eyelashes half-lowered.

People passing by would frequently turn their heads for another look.

Jiang He sat beside her, engrossed in twisting a Rubik’s cube.

The wind chime at the door rang, and Bai Lian and Jiang He both lifted their heads simultaneously to see who was coming in.

Jiang Fulai always had a cold and noble look in his eyes, restrained in his elegance. He was still holding his coat that bore the chill of the outside, his figure tall and straight, slightly bowing his head as he entered.

Seeing the two of them look up at him, his steps halted curiously for a second.

Why did he take in Jiang He?

Perhaps because seeing three-year-old Jiang He waiting alone at home for parents who would never return, he could relate.

Jiang He was a loner, spoke little, but hardly ever caused trouble. These past few days had been the most spirited he had ever been.

Jiang Fulai felt an illusion that it was as if Bai Lian and Jiang He were waiting for him.

The assistant arranged the meals neatly, including Bai Lian’s share.

Without being polite, Bai Lian picked up her chopsticks, and while eating, she showed Jiang Fulai the problem distributed today, “The teacher had me attend a tutorial class. I can understand the lecture, but the problems are really… ‘

She paused, “Makes me want to fight them.”

Jiang Fulai found it a bit funny.

“Don’t rush into a fight just yet,” he said with his clear, light voice, reaching out to take it. The printout bore the Jiangjing University logo, and he skimmed it to understand the gist, “It’s not your problem. This person’s way of setting questions is just like this, simple. After we eat, I’ll explain it to you.”

The problem that no one in Xiangcheng Middle School could solve, he casually passed off with two light “simples.”

During the meal, Jiang Fulai earnestly sent a message to Maxwell, suggesting

[The PhDs you mentor can’t set problems properly. I could teach them] Bai Lian had attended many classes these last two days, including the recorded lessons from a famous teacher tonight.

It’s only after listening to others that one can make comparisons.

Jiang Fulai was much clearer than they were, straightforward, easy to understand, and detailed, even softening his voice a bit.