The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: 026 is it a loan or not! Monthly Test_3

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He asked Bai Lian.

Bai Lian shook her head, “No.”

“That’s good,” Zhang Shize breathed a sigh of relief, “Even you haven’t finished it, so the physics teacher probably won’t scold me this time.”

Bai Lian glanced at him and didn’t tell him that she had finished everything in physics.

She looked down to reply to Jiang Fulai!s WeChat message— [I’ll take the bus in the afternoon]

Teacher Jiang: [Okay, I’ll be back in the afternoon]

Jiang He had said the tokamak could be disassembled, but Bai Lian had no time this week other than for classes and tutoring; only today did she finally have some time.

She took the bus back to Purest Street.

As soon as she got off the bus, she saw Mao Kun squatting alone at the bus stop, looking glum.

“What happened?” she noticed the bruise on Mao Kun’s face.

“My godfather had it made for you,” Mao Kun handed the item to Bai Lian, touching his head, “The Backter Street’s fight club guys beat me up.” The fight club was the strongest presence on Backter Street.

“Thank you,” Bai Lian didn’t reply to that, just took the package of wool needles he handed over, and didn’t glance at him until she was on her way to Purest Street, “So weak.’

Mao Kun: ‘

Wanted to cry.

“Wait for me here in this alley at ten o’clock tonight.” She turned and entered the alley; when Mao Kun looked up, all he saw was a wisp of light blue skirt hem fluttering by.

Niao Kun pondered her words.

Suddenly excited, he ran to the No. 112 grocery store and worked for a while.

The store manager was now more easy-going with Xiaomao, “Xiaomao, Alian is right, you’re a good kid.”

He handed a bottle of Want Want milk to Mao Kun.

Mao Kun grinned foolishly, carrying the milk as he moved the goods inside, just in time to see two patrolling policemen. He glanced at them and, despite his injured face, he was cocky, “What are you looking at, dead…

“Xiaomao,” the store manager said sternly, “be polite to the police officers.”

Xiaomao grudgingly uttered, “Oh.”

Then, when the manager wasn’t looking, he turned back and glared fiercely at the two men.

The two “uncles” who had just been notified of Xiaomao’s scuffle with a mercenary:

In Ji Hengs courtyard.

Today was Ji Hengs birthday, and Ji Shaojun along with Shen Qing had both come.