The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: 020 Green Tassel enters the temple hall, the true Liang style_l

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Jiang Fulai returned to find that Bai Lian was still squatting at the doorway.

She folded her umbrella and looked up lazily at the endless heavy rain. Her long hair was casually coiled at the back of her head with a simple wooden hairpin. The strands of hair by her forehead were dampened by the misty rain and gently fell across her pale cheeks.

Like a cat wandering in the rain, tentative, hesitant, lonely, unable to find its way home, accidentally intruding into an ink wash painting.

“You walk very slowly,” Bai Lian said, looking up at him, her eyelashes dark and long, casting a faint shadow on her eyelids.

Jiang Fulai handed her phone back to her, took the umbrella and opened it, and said indifferently, “Took a glance at one of your less intelligent classmate’s problems.”

“Who?” Bai Lian stood up and walked with him outside; the training classes were full of top students from Xiangcheng Middle School.

There were none that lacked intelligence.

She took her phone, the red ribbon on her right hand contrasting sharply against her wrist, fair as white jade.

“Sits in front of you.”

Bai Lian: “…?”

Ning Xiao, the legend who was expected to be admitted to Jiangjing University this year, consistently ranked first or second in the whole school?

He’s not very intelligent?

Jiang Fulai held the umbrella, his fingers’ knuckles distinct. “Why did you want to show your classmates the problems today?”

“Oh, we were grouped in fours,” Bai Lian walked languidly, “l just copied a set for the other three teammates.’

Jiang Fulai narrowed his eyes slightly.

As they talked, they arrived at the milk tea shop where Ming Dongheng and Jiang He were squatting at the door.

Jiang He was still slowly turning the 7×7 Rubik’s cube; it was a spherical puzzle with twelve sides, having many complicated speed-solving algorithms. However, Jiang Fulai found them too mundane to write algorithms for him, so he had to rely on memory to restore it.

His movements were unbearable for Jiang Fulai to watch, and Jiang Fulai shifted his gaze away lightly.

Jiang He:

He was silent for a moment, then turned his back to Jiang Fulai.

Then Bai Lian tugged at his collar, pinched his face: “What’s the matter?”

Jiang He just clutched the hem of her clothes, resolved not to look at Jiang Fulai.