The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 216: 081 That is the limit of the test paper, not the limit of Bai Lian! (Second update)_1

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The Chinese Language exam was challenging, but Bai Lian wrote quickly, her handwriting clear and well-ordered.

This unique and stylish calligraphy drew the exam proctor’s attention to the characters she penned on her answer sheet—so much that she didn’t want to leave.

The proctor stood by her side for a full five minutes.

When she realized what she was doing, she hurried away, fearing she might be putting too much pressure on the student.

After returning to her desk, she then looked towards Bai Lian—

The student remained seated upright, unhurriedly flipping over the answer card—even the proctor’s long presence by her side hadn’t affected her pace.

Admiring Bai Lian’s composure, the proctor internally exclaimed with admiration.

Although Lu Lingxi had already given Class 15 a heads-up, they still gathered at lunch to complain about the joint exam’s difficulty.

“I didn’t understand the poetry analysis at all,” Zhang Shize complained over a mouthful of food, “And the essay—what was that even about? Was it just telling us to study hard?”

The essay was several lines of classical Chinese, meant to guide the theme, which Zhang Shize hadn’t understood.

“Idiot,” Weng Qi scoffed the moment he finished, “It was telling you to behave yourself!”

Zhang Shize thought Weng Qi was just teasing him until Ning Xiao nodded at him, leaving Zhang Shize speechless:

“I heard,” Pu Xiaohan said with furrowed brows, sharing news she overheard from the teachers during the exam, “that we won’t have joint exams at the end of the semester.”

“That’s great news,” Zhang Shize’s eyes lit up, “But why?”

Ning Xiao spoke calmly, “Beicheng’s top ten schools don’t want us to join them anymore.”

Upon hearing this explanation, Zhang Shize was taken aback, frowning: “I admit I’m not smart, but you guys are.”

Even Weng Qi, who had wanted to tease Zhang Shize again, fell silent, scratching his head: “Are we dragging them down?”

They all knew about the school’s special training class.

Everyone in there was outstanding.

“It has nothing to do with you,” Ning Xiao shook his head.

At noon, a guilty Zhang Shize was unusually vested in his math book.

Of course, he couldn’t understand a thing.

(Smiling)

In the afternoon, it was time for math.

Even the likes of Lian Ningxiao and Chen Zhu couldn’t help but groan upon receiving the test.

Beicheng’s idea of setting questions was “if it doesn’t kill you, make it brutally hard.”

The level of difficulty was about this—

“Please state how many stars there are in the galaxy, and calculate their numbers and positions.”

Many students were brought to tears by the difficulty.

The last problem was an unusual function question with a couple of simple parts, asking for the range of values for ‘a’ under different conditions of the function. The question was short.

And the shorter the question, the harder it was.

Of course, more people didn’t even get a chance to glance at the last three big questions.

Bai Lian finished the math exam with ten minutes to spare.

She reviewed the test from beginning to end before submitting it.

The proctor, sitting with his legs crossed on the podium, was surprised to see Bai Lian turn in her test, thinking she couldn’t do it. He lifted his chin towards her, motioning her to place her answer card on the pile.

After Bai Lian left, he glanced at the test paper.

When he turned to the second page, he was somewhat stunned—this student had actually completed it all?

But being a history teacher, even if Bai Lian had finished, he couldn’t understand it.

After Bai Lian submitted her test, no other students had come out of the school yet.

She took her pen and paper to the milk tea shop.

Through the glass, she saw Jiang He and Jiang Fulai sitting face to face. Jiang Fulai still had a laptop in front of him, his eyelashes drooping as he browsed through files on the screen, the cold profile of his face visible through the window.

His pale fingertips tapped on the laptop keyboard, exuding an air of casual aloofness.

Possibly sensing someone’s gaze, he glanced outside for a moment, raising his eyebrows.

“You haven’t been too busy the last couple of days,” Bai Lian said as she pushed open the beaded curtain and entered, the sound of the wind chimes echoing softly. She casually took a seat beside Jiang He and leaned back.

Jiang Fulai pushed the four books near his hand toward Bai Lian, his tone indifferent, “I wanted to congratulate you in person.”

Bai Lian then remembered the “congratulations” he had sent her the day before.

She nodded her head and looked down at the four books.

Two were Jiangjing University textbooks on chemistry and biology; the other two were question banks from Jiangjing High.

“I’ve worked through the two question banks before,” Jiang Fulai said, his fingertips thoughtlessly tapping the table, “They’re decent.”

If he described them as decent, the question banks must be quite good.

“How did the exams go?” He asked casually about the joint test.

Bai Lian propped one hand on the books and grabbed an unopened milk tea from the table with the other; her response was nonchalant, “Easy.”

She made the most arrogant statement with the laziest poise.