Chapter 227: 085 Can’t Afford to Provoke (Second Update)_1
The information provided by the Education Bureau was precise, from the school to the homeroom teacher.

Name: Bai Lian

Class: Xiangcheng No. 1 High School, Senior Year Class 35

Homeroom Teacher: Lu Lingxi

Student ID: 20145…

Subject, Score, Rank

Chinese, 150, 1

Mathematics, 150, 1

The homeroom teacher of the International Class spotted the two rank-one students in the first two rows at a glance.

He refocused on the name column—

“Bai Lian”.

“This name,” he frowned, “is identical to that Bai Family member.”

The Bai Family had previously used their connections to send Bai Lian into his class, where she became the laughing stock on the first day of school. In high school already, she knew nothing when asked, hindering the progress of the International Class.

He couldn’t stand it for a day and immediately transferred her to the liberal arts class.

It must be a coincidence in names.

It was unexpected that she was also a girl.

Her mathematics was genuinely good.

“Only 182 in science comprehensive,” the homeroom teacher glanced at the score, feeling less threatened.

That was nearly a hundred points lower than Song Min’s.

The International Class’ homeroom teacher never believed this could be the Bai Lian he knew. He was aware that the Bai Lian he knew had been expelled for cheating, and as for where she went afterwards…

How could he possibly care about that?

Xiangcheng No. 1 High School.

The principal was almost ready to hold a banner celebration for the two students.

“Good, good, let’s continue with the joint exams. I will announce this good news to everyone,” the principal said in his office after hanging up the phone from the Education Bureau. He saw Lu Lingxi, finished speaking, and then hung up.

“Teacher Lu,” the principal’s smile did not fade, “the joint examination for the top ten schools is not cancelled.”

This was no surprise to the principal or Lu Lingxi.

Bai Lian’s sudden emergence was likely unforeseen by the schools in Beicheng. They thought that the other schools had almost no impact on the top ten rankings and were dragging the progress of the joint exams, which is why they decided to cancel.

Now talk about dragging progress?

No impact on the rankings?

Upon seeing that “150” score, the heads of the top ten schools dared not speak another word.

“I asked, Bai Lian does not want to participate in the Wen Chong Plan,” Lu Lingxi sat across from the principal, slightly contemplating.

“Ah?”

Lu Lingxi remained calm, “Bai Lian said she doesn’t like any of the ten majors offered by the Wen Chong Plan.”

Principal:

I mean, to actually pick and choose among Jiangjing University’s offerings?

Since getting to know Bai Lian, the principal felt he had gained much insight.

Class 15.

Bai Lian pulled out two practice books to start solving problems. She was mainly working on biology, leaving chemistry to Ning Xiao and Tang Ming while she finished with biology before swapping with them.

Making the most of everything.

After school in the afternoon.

Tang Ming, mingling with a group from Class 15, was also very anxious, “God of Fortune, don’t you think you scored a bit too high?”

Bai Lian raised her eyebrows, her eyes exceptionally clear and cold: “…Could it be that you scored too low?”

Tang Ming:

Pu Xiaohan was taking photos on her phone for materials, and Zhang Shize looped his arm around Tang Ming’s shoulder, taller than him, like brothers: “You hang out with our class every day, why don’t you transfer to Class 15?”

Tang Ming was in no mood to joke with Zhang Shize, just making a bitter face, “don’t ask me first.”

When they arrived at Mother Zhang’s flower shop, Zhang Shize went his separate way from Bai Lian’s group.

He stroked his chin, watching Tang Ming and Ning Xiao’s retreating figures, “What’s up with these two? They look like they’re preparing for a heroic sacrifice?”

Before he could figure it out.

His mother, holding a watering can, knocked him on the head, “What are you dazing about? Hurry up and deliver the prawns I made to Xiaolu.”

Library.

Second floor.

Bai Lian sat with her legs crossed, spreading out her books, then took out her error notebook, flipped open the tip of the pen with one hand, appearing lazy and casual.

Across from her.

Tang Ming and Ning Xiao were not so relaxed.

Jiang Fulai sat beside Bai Lian, his left hand resting on the table, leaning slightly forward with his right hand holding the math and science papers Bai Lian had given him, he scanned them from beginning to end.

After spending three minutes scanning,

he laid the papers on the dark brown tabletop, his fingers clearly defined pressing down on the paper, looked up, his face pale yet sharp, “121, 95?”

His tone was unhurried.

Those were Ning Xiao’s math and physics scores.

Ning Xiao straightened up, “Yes.”

“Did you take a nap during the exam?” Master Jiang genuinely inquired.

Ning Xiao: “…I didn’t.”

“Then I truly don’t understand,” Master Jiang glanced at the paper, sneered, “how you could lose thirty points on such an exam. Remember, the human brain is meant to be used.”

Ning Xiao:

Just curse his slow thinking and not-being-quick-enough in calculations…

Jiang Fulai’s gaze turned to Tang Ming.

Tang Ming quickly sat up straight, nervously awaiting Master Jiang’s critique.