The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71: 029 you call this ordinary?_3

Translator: 549690339

Pu Xiaohan returned to the classroom, and everyone instantly gathered around her.

To avoid making Bai Lian nervous, the cultural committee member didn’t follow her.

“How was the rehearsal?” she asked anxiously.

Pu Xiaohan took out a book and then slammed her fist down on the desk, “Damn! There’s no recording! All I can say is… it was your loss for not seeing it.”

“You have to see it live with your own eyes to know what a real shock is.”

Following the last director, Pu Xiaohan was once again metaphorically ‘choked’ by someone.

She would have been fine had she not spoken, but her words practically made everyone else want to smack her.

“Is what you’re holding the standard answer?” After the teasing, the cultural committee member sighed with relief, looking at the Chinese answer card Pu Xiaohan was holding up for imitation.

The neat handwriting on it really did look like the standard answer.

“This,” Pu Xiaohan unfolded Bai Lian’s Chinese answer card, “is Bai Lian’s answer card that I’m imitating.”

“Wait,” the cultural committee member pointed in disbelief at the poetry fill-in-the-blank, “she could write the answer even for the elective extracurricular reading?”

Pu Xiaohan had previously only focused on Bai Lian’s essay and hadn’t noticed that her score up front in the basics was a perfect 90.

Hearing this, she subconsciously looked down.

This time, there was a particularly obscure question in the Chinese poetry fill-in-the-blank section.

[16. In Bai Xiangjun’s “Military Expedition” (Part Two), the phrases “——, ——” express her boundlessly gallant and heroic ambitions and also evoke various interpretations by later generations of readers.]

This poem hadn’t been covered by Lu Lingxi yet, and they hadn’t studied it in class either.

But there it was, written neatly on Bai Lian’s answer card—

“Mounting the war chariot, I weep blood upon the blade; with a jug of wine, I clasp the moon and soar to the heavens.”

Pu Xiaohan subconsciously looked back at Bai Lian, who was lowering her gaze and seriously solving an ellipse problem.

So she struggled to explain on behalf of Bai Lian, “Bai was previously in the arts stream, so she might have studied something different from us… I guess.”

Pu Xiaohan almost guiltily added the word “I guess.”

People from Xiangcheng cherish Bai Xiangjun’s poetry, and virtually every exam at Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School features her verses, so even students like Zhang Shize who coast through their days wouldn’t get them wrong.

But the line used today was, indeed, much more obscure than her usual ones.

If Bai Lian could produce that answer, it was truly bizarre.