The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Consequently, the Xingyi Martial Arts School plummeted, and all the students flocked to the Jingfeng Taekwondo Gym.

After finishing his story, Jian Zhe scratched his head, “However, Hall Master Jin is now working on a construction site. People around say that Hall Master Jin is very skilled, a martial artist of the sixth dan. He could be a coach in any martial arts school, I don’t know why he chooses to do hard labor.”

“So what if he’s a sixth dan? What’s wrong with doing hard labor?” Bai Lian glanced at him and leisurely evaluated him, “Old-fashioned.”

Jian Zhe was stunned for a moment, then reflected, “That does seem right.”

But if it were him, he probably couldn’t let go of his pride to do that.

“We have an elder in our family who didn’t study hard when he was young, instead, he learned to play the guzheng,” Jian Zhe recalled this matter, “My great-grandfather scolded him, saying he was ‘a man with feminine tendencies’, and then his mother took him and moved out…”

Bai Lian nodded in agreement, very much approving of his mother’s course of action.

Now, my grandfather and others want to include him in the family shrine, but they can’t even get an appointment to see that elder,” Jian Zhe raised his eyebrows.

The next day, Friday.

School let out in the afternoon.

Bai Lian went to the Zhang Family’s place where two students from class fifteen were helping Zhang’s mother move some goods at the front door – there wasn’t much, most of it had been taken care of yesterday by Weng Qi and Bai Lian.

Bai Lian went straight to the backyard.

In the backyard, Yan Lu was sitting on the steps, reading a book about “Great Yong”. The director hadn’t distributed scripts or character roles. The audition would consist of randomly selected scenes for on-the-spot performances.

Understanding the historical figures was essential for fitting into the characters.

“Miss Bai,” Sister Xin stood up from the steps and looked behind Bai Lian, not seeing anyone else, “Are you alone?”

Bai Lian walked in and placed her backpack next to Yan Lu on the steps, “Yes.”

Yan Lu also put down her book and stood up.

The book had been turned to that page, with the black title—

[The Death of Bai’s Mother]

“Then… where’s the teacher?” Sister Xin opened her mouth to ask.

Bai Lian’s gaze lightly drifted towards the long spear leaning against the corner of the wall.

The black spear shaft, a little over four feet long, with a silver diamond-shaped spearhead, below which hung a red tassel.

In the setting sun, the lazy shadow of the spear shaft stretched out across the yard.

“Teacher?” Bai Lian reached out and casually picked up the spear, tilting her head towards Sister Xin with a lazy smile around her mouth, her dark pupils reflecting the sunset, “There’s no teacher, I’ll teach her.”

As she spoke, she handed the long spear to Yan Lu, “Hold it well.”

Yan Lu, like Sister Xin, had assumed that Bai Lian knew a senior spear teacher.

She took the spear, a bit startled.

“Straighten your back,” Bai Lian positioned her left hand against Yan Lu’s waist and raised an eyebrow at her, “Don’t look at me, look at the spear. Left hand holds the butt, right hand in front.”

Yan Lu straightened her back, somewhat flustered.

“Left foot forward, right foot back, move your right hand to the middle of the shaft,” Bai Lian extended a slender, pale finger and leisurely pushed Yan Lu’s misplaced fingers upwards, “The spear is a long weapon. Its advantage is its length, so you must hold it in the middle to fully utilize its reach.”

This was the ready stance for an attack.

Yan Lu was smart, and although she didn’t have much strength, she could learn a set of movements for show.

In five minutes, she could manipulate it at will.

As soon as she held the spear, she could reflexively make attack moves.

Bai Lian didn’t read today; she crossed her arms and stood beside Yan Lu, giving instructions.

When Yan Lu’s movements were off, Bai Lian would reach out to correct them.

“Not bad,” seeing that she had mastered the ready stance, Bai Lian reached out, “Give me the spear, I’ll teach you a sequence of moves first.”

Yan Lu handed the spear to Bai Lian.

She and Sister Xin retreated to the steps.

Bai Lian, wearing a blue and white school uniform, held the spear in her right hand, letting the shaft casually rest on the ground as she stood in the middle of the yard. She slightly lifted her head, and the moment she took hold of the spear, all traces of laziness vanished from her dark eyes.

Sister Xin, who was about to joke with Yan Lu, found that she couldn’t utter a word.

Bai Lian initiated the move with an internal rotation of her left arm while aggressively pushing down with her right hand on the spear. The flexible shaft of the spear hugged her abdomen closely.

Her right leg stepped forward past her front leg while her left foot stepped ahead, bending her knee. Simultaneously, her left hand loosened slightly—

With her right hand holding the spear, she thrust forward with all her might!

“This is the level thrust with the spear.”

Following Bai Lian’s voice, the spear tip stopped in front of a flowerpot. The whooshing sound of the spear cutting through the air caused the petals of the yellow chrysanthemum to tremble slightly.

She snapped her head up.

The evening breeze passed, gently blowing away the stray strands of hair on her forehead, revealing her black eyes that now seemed even colder.

For about ten seconds, Bai Lian loosened her left hand, retracted the spear with her right, stood up straight, and casually tossed the spear back to Yan Lu, “Your turn.”