The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81: 033 Gentle and Weak Granddaughter, Mr. Jiang who is as Cold as Ice_3

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“As she spoke, she placed her four pieces of metal into his hand, ‘Pretend it’s a long stick, push-sweep downward with your right hand moving forward, follow with your right foot, pull back with your right hand, push forward with your left hand…’”

Unexpectedly weighed down by an eight-pound object, Mao Kun’s right hand shook.

Bai Lian slowly bent over, holding a milk carton in her left hand, and used the cold edges of the carton to press against his right hand, gently lifting it up.

Mao Kun looked at her languid face, her dark pupils clearly lacking any aggression, yet he felt an immense pressure.

“Steady,” Bai Lian said after he had stabilized, and only then did she let go of the milk carton with an air of nonchalance.

He spent half an hour today learning three strength-building movements until he had memorized them.

“Sis, am I really stupid?” Mao Kun escorted her to the door and suddenly asked cautiously on the way.

Bai Lian clipped another word, and without lifting her head, responded, “Poor memory but naturally gifted in martial arts.”

Mao Kun was stunned.

It was the first time someone had praised him.

After a long while, he rubbed his head and said, “So, can I teach Xiaowu and Xiaoqi?”

They were his two sidekicks.

“Sure.” As they approached the courtyard gate, Bai Lian gave him a look, telling him to go back.

She stood at the entrance of the courtyard, not bothering to take out her keys to unlock the door.

Two seconds later.

As Ji Heng opened the door to come out and greet her, he was met with the sight of someone standing nonchalantly at the entrance.

Ji Heng was momentarily silent, then stepped aside to let her in, “What are you holding in your hand?”

When he saw her fingers hook a small bag, he reached out to take it from her.

The moment he took it his hand sank, almost causing him to stumble, but Bai Lian quickly stabilized him with a sincere look, “Grandpa, I’ll take it.”

Then, she casually hooked the bag back with one finger, as effortlessly as if it held not eight pounds, but a feather.

Ji Heng: “…?”

“What’s this?” he asked while locking the door, looking at her. It was just four objects, each the size of an egg.

So heavy?

“Tools for physical training,” Bai Lian took out a small spherical object from the bag and tilted her head, “Grandpa, do you have a thicker soft strap? I need to thread it through.”

Five minutes later.

Ji Heng watched his delicate granddaughter tie four spherical weights to her limbs.

Then she serenely wished him a “good night.”

The next morning.

Bai Lian had arranged to visit the Xiangcheng Library with Jiang He.

The route 12 bus on Purest Street was very convenient, traveling from the city gate, through Purest Street, to the school, and right to the library—a veritable assembly line covering nearly the whole of Xiangcheng.