久久婷婷丁香五月综合五

Chapter 78: 032 Are you really giving the slot to me?_2

Ren Wanxuan simply did not take it in.

When had she ever felt such embarrassment? Over the past few days, she had declared more than once that the spot was hers, but how would others see her now?

Her face flushed with color, Ren Wanxuan crumpled the paper into a ball.

With a “bang,” she stood up, leaving her belongings behind, fleeing out the door!

Behind her, Grade Eight’s homeroom teacher Jingjing watched her departing figure.

When the principal handed over the difficult royal class, it was with the hope that he would teach it well.

He thought he had done well, at least Grade Eight hadn’t produced a school tyrant like Chen Wei.

But now, the Grade Eight homeroom teacher felt defeated once more.

Ren Wanxuan’s starting point was too high. It would take Tang Ming and the others over a decade of striving to earn the opportunity to sit with her in the same cram school.

She was born with it.

The Ren Family gave her the best education, she enjoyed the best resources from a young age, never suffered, even had a cafeteria built for her in high school, she was too spoiled and had it too easy, got used to being looked up to, which ultimately led to her overly high self-esteem.

“Okay,” the Grade Eight homeroom teacher finally turned around after a long while and said in a deep voice to everyone, “Since Ning Xiao and Bai Lian have the highest combined scores, the spot goes to them. No objections, right?”

The outcome was unexpected for everyone.

But the breakdown process was laid out right before their eyes, the difference was clear at a glance, who could object?

“If there are no objections, I will send the key to Bai Lian and Ning Xiao.” The Grade Eight homeroom teacher added their contact details.

He sent the link and the key.

Ning Xiao had long been curious about Jiangjing University’s app and immediately downloaded it after receiving the link, then entered the key and completed the sign-up process seamlessly.

The Grade Eight homeroom teacher stood beside Bai Lian.

He waited for Bai Lian to log in, but the other party didn’t even glance at his phone.

Still looking at… a notebook?

The homeroom teacher could stand not doing problems in the lecture hall, but what was going on now?

You can resist the Jiangjing University app too?

“Teacher?” A shadow fell over his head, and feeling a gaze fixated on him, Bai Lian pressed his notebook and looked up slightly, his dark eyes clear to the bottom, “Do you need something?”

Do I need something?

Do you think I need something?

The Grade Eight homeroom teacher felt an urge to say something, but in the end, he held back.

“You…” he withdrew his gaze, “no, it’s nothing.”

He turned around to collect the recently distributed answers, most people were reluctant to let them go.

But the Grade Eight homeroom teacher was cool; he didn’t give them the opportunity to look any longer.

Bai Lian’s paper, previously crumpled and thrown on the floor by Ren Wanxuan, caught the homeroom teacher’s eye after a while, and he bent down to pick it up, gently smoothed it out, and returned it to Bai Lian.

Bai Lian took it and then casually set it aside.

“There are no exercises today, you can leave early,” said the Grade Eight homeroom teacher to everyone in the lecture hall, then placed his hands behind his back and left the lecture hall.

However, no one left.

Tang Ming sat next to Ning Xiao, who had already registered and logged in; turning back, he saw Bai Lian still looking at her notebook.

“Why haven’t you logged in yet?” He seemed more anxious than Bai Lian himself.

Bai Lian leaned back gracefully, illuminated her phone with a right hand click, and saw the link and key sent by the Grade Eight homeroom teacher; Jiang Fulai had just sent her the same link.

After a glance, she casually forwarded the link and key to Tang Ming.

The three of them had added each other on WeChat last time.

Bai Lian didn’t have many people on her WeChat, so it was easy to find him.

Tang Ming didn’t see her operations, his phone vibrated twice but he didn’t pay attention to it, still urging Bai Lian, “Hurry up and register.”

Bai Lian slapped her phone back onto the desk with a “snap” and glanced at Tang Ming indifferently, softly uttering two words: “Shut up.”

Tang Ming silently closed his mouth and turned around.

Inside the lecture hall.

Someone hesitated for a long time, then stood up to find Bai Lian, “Bai Lian, could I borrow your answers to look at overnight?”

After speaking, the boy also felt somewhat embarrassed.

He had just been in line to see Ren Wanxuan’s app, sitting on Ren Wanxuan’s side.

Ning Xiao was known in the school as a lone wolf, and he only dared to approach Bai Lian, holding onto a faint hope that Bai Lian would show him her previous analysis.

Bai Lian didn’t look up, simply pinching the analysis on the desk between her index finger and thumb, handing it over to him with an even tone: “Here you go, no need to return it.”

The boy was stunned.

He thought that Bai Lian would at least mock him a few times, or give him a few small answers like Ren Wanxuan did.

He hadn’t expected her to say nothing.

“What’s the matter?” Seeing that he still wasn’t taking it, Bai Lian finally looked up slightly, her pair of jet-black eyes narrowing lightly as she sized him up.

Her gaze was not one of superiority like Ren Wanxuan’s from on high.

It was a calm assessment.

As if he were a soldier under her command who had made a mistake and was now being forgiven and indulged by her.

The boy snapped back to reality, feeling ashamed for his previous baseless speculations, “Nothing, thank you!”

“Mhm, study hard.” Bai Lian withdrew her gaze and methodically started to pack her things.

The remaining students who wanted to ask but couldn’t bring themselves to do so didn’t expect Bai Lian to give away the answers so readily, and could only enviously watch the boy.

The feelings in their hearts were indescribable.

Tang Ming also began to pack up, and decided to check his phone to see who had messaged him.

Once he entered WeChat, he saw Bai Lian’s forwarded message.

“Sis,” he turned to look at Bai Lian, “why did you forward this to me?”

He thought Bai Lian had slipped.

Bai Lian zipped up her bag, lowered her voice, and casually said, “I registered for you.”

“What?!” Tang Ming didn’t catch on.

He thought he had heard wrong.

“…keep your voice down,” Bai Lian stood up, one hand pressing down on her backpack, the other holding her phone, her face slightly turned away, her voice again lowered, “I said I’m giving this spot to you… let’s go outside and talk.”

“The app spot for Jiangjing University is for me?” Tang Ming was eighty percent astonished and twenty percent pretending, “You’re saying you’re giving me the spot for the Jiangjing University preparation camp app?”

“You’re really giving me the spot for the Jiangjing University preparation camp app?”

Bai Lian:

Not only did Tang Ming’s voice not quiet down…

He even repeated it three times!

Now, everyone in the lecture hall, including those sitting at the back, heard it loud and clear.

Even Chen Zhu, who was sitting in his original place, lost in thought, heard it.

His fingers trembled, and he abruptly lifted his head to look in Tang Ming’s direction.