BXBX NOVEL Chapter 32: 015 must you disgust me?_2
Chapter 32: 015 must you disgust me?_2
Must you really call?
The next day, Thursday.
As soon as Ji Heng opened his eyes, he saw the person squatting by his bed.
“Grandpa,” Bai Lian had been listening to English vocabulary, but upon seeing him open his eyes, she turned off the sound, “Are you awake?”
Ji Heng: .
Afterward, wherever he went, Bai Lian followed:
As soon as Ji Shaojun stepped into the courtyard, he heard Bai Lian’s lazy voice, “So time will change according to everyone’s pace… Grandpa, do you understand?”
“Grandpa, why aren’t you talking?” Bai Lian turned her head back.
Ji Heng silently spit out the mouthwash, “Maybe it’s because your grandpa is brushing his teeth.”
Why.
Why do high school students have so much energy.
Doesn’t she need to sleep?
Ji Hengs courtyard had never been so lively. Ji Shaojun smiled as he watched Bai Lian follow Ji Heng from the kitchen to the courtyard, then to the storage room.
Breakfast was something Bai Lian went to Purest Street to buy early in the morning.
At six forty, she got a precise answer from Ji Hengs mouth and then left with her uniform, “Grandpa, uncle, I’m leaving first.”
Once she left, the whole courtyard became quiet.
Ji Shaojun looked at Ji Hengs serious face and complained in his heart. Just keep pretending. The word “Grandpa” must have made you feel like you’re floating in the air.
At Xiangcheng Middle School, the senior year has physical education classes.
Class 15 has theirs last on Thursday mornings, together with class 8.
With only so many classes in a week and over eighty classes in the school, some classes have PE at the same time.
“It wasn’t like this before,” Pu Xiaohan, who sat in front of Bai Lian and was also too lazy to move, informed her, “Later, someone anonymously reported it, and the school had to schedule physical education classes.”
Bai Lian, holding a black notebook, sat under a tree as soon as the PE teacher announced free activity time, slowly flipping through it.
Even without doing anything, there were plenty of people who pretended to glance her way casually.
Another basketball came flying in her direction.
Only this time it was a bit off, spinning towards Bai Lian’s forehead, heading straight for her.
A boy anxiously shouted, “Hey
Bai Lian lazily turned a page without lifting her head, and only when the ball was about to hit her face did she raise her other hand, catching the fast-flying ball cleanly in her palm!
The breeze brought by the ball lightly lifted the loose hair on her forehead.
At noon, the sunlight was just right.
She weighed the ball in her hand, then lazily looked up at the boy with a languid gaze. Sunlight filtered through the tree branches, sprinkling bits of light over her head as she tossed the ball back to him carelessly. She smiled at him with eyes as charming as jade, “Be careful.”
The boy caught the ball.
His face flushed red, and it took him a while to recover and return to his team, while his teammates whispered excitedly, “Damn, that was cool!”
“Ten minutes,” Pu Xiaohan came back to reality, closed her mouth, and began to count for Bai Lian, “Only ten minutes, and already two shuttlecocks and three basketballs have ‘accidentally’ landed near you, Bai Lian is so extreme!” Bai Lian smiled lazily.
She looked down, took out her phone to snap a photo of a black cat on the notebook, and sent it to Jiang Fulai—
[Your drawing isn’t as good as my grandpa’s]
Jiang Teacher: [ ….. ]
Not far away.
“She’s actually reading a book?” Shi Yutong stared intently in Bai Lian’s direction, her expression heavily sullen, “Scoring 85 in comprehensive science and still pretending?”
Ren Wanxuan leaned against the horizontal bar with a bag in her hand.
“Wanxuan, brother Chen said you have an invitation to the International White Tiger Auction House,” a few students from class 8 came over with a basketball, whispering mysteriously, “We’ve never seen one before.”
Ren Wanxuan looked towards Chen Zhu.
Chen Zhu nodded at her.
Ren Wanxuan laughed and weighed her bag in her hand. She originally intended to open it right then and there but, seeing Bai Lian not far away, paused, “Let’s find another spot to show you guys.”
Pu Xiaohan did not dare offend Class Eight’s people and could only resentfully mutter to herself about Bai Lian, “l wouldn’t fancy it even if you showed me.” But she also knew that something treasured by the people from the crown class had to be extraordinary.
After gym class, Bai Lian went with Pu Xiaohan and Yang Lin to the cafeteria for lunch.
All the way there, Pu Xiaohan tried hard not to stare at Yang Lin.
Zhang Shize and others, after getting their food, gathered around Bai Lian’s table; Yang Lin sat next to Bai Lian with just a green vegetable in her bowl.
Without much thought, Bai Lian put a chicken leg in her bowl, and with an indifferent air she received from her million-dollar child support said, “This is the child support that my mom and my crappy dad each gave me after their divorce. It’s not much, but remember to pay it back later.”
Yang Lin’s chopsticks halted.
Pu Xiaohan’s mind was racing with Bai Lian’s loaded words. She opened her mouth, about to tell Bai Lian, “Yang Lin won’t take it.”
But then she saw Yang Lin gently make an “Mm” sound.
Yang Lin ate quickly, finishing in a few bites before heading back.
Pu Xiaohan and Zhang Shize’s group were still seated, completely astounded—
So the reason they couldn’t give their things away was that their parents hadn’t divorced?
“Bai Lian,” after finishing lunch, as Bai Lian and company had just reached the second floor, they saw the Class Eight homeroom teacher coming out of the second floor office, wearing glasses.
As the homeroom teacher of the crown class, Zhang Shize and others naturally recognized him.
Several students, scared at the sight of a teacher, went clamoring up to the third floor.
Leaving Bai Lian by herself.
“Your work on last time’s questions was very good,” the Class Eight homeroom teacher stood in the hallway, expressing his admiration before his tone turned discontent, “Why did you go off to study literature before? That’s just nonsense.”
Bai Lian hid her feelings behind her eyes, quite honestly admitting, “Teacher, yesterdays questions were taught to me by someone else.”
“That has nothing to do with teaching,” he laughed, “From your steps, I can understand your whole problem- solving thought process. If you can understand that question, the answer… Even if I were to use it in a tutoring class, only a few people would comprehend it.”
Bai Lian really wanted to explain to the teacher.
If Jiang Fulai explained it to them once, they could write it out too—it’s just a matter of whether the teacher would believe it or not.
She touched her nose and collected the compliment before heading back to the third floor.
Of course, she didn’t know—
Jiang Fulai would find it decent enough if he didn’t curse them out, explain a question?
Ha.
Class Eight.
Chen Zhu and company never ate at the school cafeteria, preferring to eat at a small private restaurant outside before returning.
Ren Wanxuan returned to her seat. Because she was going out for lunch and others still wanted to look at the invitation, she asked Shi Yutong to take her bag back to class after they were done.
As soon as she came back, she opened her bag.
“What’s wrong?” Noticing Ren Wanxuan’s expression change, Chen Zhu stood up.
Ren Wanxuan’s face chilled over, scanning around the class, “Who came to our class at lunchtime?”
That expression made it clear—something was missing.
The people of Class Eight were all prominent figures of Xiangcheng and internally aware of Ren Wanxuan’s identity; they would not commit such an act.
That left only one possibility, someone from another class.
“Couldn’t be… that, right?” the worried class president quickly stood, referring to the invitation.
Today, the whole class had been queuing up to view her invitation.
Seeing Ren Wanxuan’s dark expression, the class president knew he had guessed correctly.
“Damn it,” he smacked the table hard, scanning the room, “who came to our class at noon?”
No one dared to speak out in the dead silent room.
“Um,” after a long silence, a girl in the corner hesitantly raised her hand and spoke, “At noon, I think I saw that transfer student from Class Fifteen on the second floor.’
Ren Wanxuan had never been this angry before; she had lived a life of privilege since childhood.
In school, others only looked up to her; no one would dare touch not just what she kept in her bag, even her discarded items.
Hearing the girl’s words, Ren Wanxuan grit her teeth, “Bai Lian, isn’t it?”
She threw her bag onto the floor and headed directly towards Class Fifteen. As she walked, she took out her phone and sent a message to her dad— [Do you have to bring your relative to our school to disgust me?]