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The headteacher of Class Eight hurriedly found his glasses and put them on.
He then compared the answers given by Jiangjing with those of this student, the ones he held were loose and ordinary, in the most regular and unadorned method.
Students from the training class all followed these steps.
He himself was no exception.
However, the answer sheet in his hand was different, he looked at it without blinking, not missing a single punctuation mark, and upon finishing, he even had an epiphany—
“So this is what the question meant.”
The headteacher’s gaze moved to the name section, unsurprisingly, two neatly written characters— Bai Lian.
He gave a big wave of his hand and marked an unprecedented “10” on her usual score.
Nine o’clock in the evening.
The underground laboratory.
“The energy threshold is low,” Jiang Fulai looked up, took off his glasses, one hand propped on the table, the other hand pointing to an energy diagram he had just drawn, “but the kinetic energy before and after the quark collision does not match, WPMPs have taken some of the energy away…”
He stood upright, methodically analyzing the results he had just detected.
The pencil lightly drew a graph that could be compared to computer- generated ones.
The slightly dim lab lights shone upon his smooth profile, his careful strokes seemed deliberately sketched, long and dense lashes slightly lowered, casting a soft shadow.
The team members beside him hurriedly took down notes with their pens and paper, capturing his words.
“Let’s stop here for today,” Jiang Fulai put away his pen and casually clipped it to his collar, slender fingers pulling a black mask out of his pocket, concealing his tall nose bridge.
He was tall, and the black jacket made him look somewhat thin.
Everyone watched his retreating back, a male student calmly put away his recording pen, confidently opening his mouth, “Something’s off.”
The others nodded in agreement.
It was well known that Jiang Fulai’s team was the most competitive in the country; it was common for Lord Jiang to stay in the lab until midnight every day, hardly ever returning home at night for months on end.
Once a team member heard the Jiang Family on the phone over a trivial matter, he was scolded in the office for five minutes.
Latterly, the Jiang Family dared not come to him casually.
However, for the last two days, he had been returning home punctually at nine o’clock every evening.
“Hah,” the female student next to the male sneered as she fished his recording pen out of his pocket, “So you’ve been secretly recording us behind our backs, huh? No wonder you’re always so quick to answer Young Master Jiangs questions!”
“He Wen, you’re really asking for it.”
Male student: .
In the car.
Jiang Fulai was sitting in the back seat.
The laptop was put away on the table, and when his phone rang, he glanced at the screen and answered.
On the other end came a male voice, “Why reject the Gao Family? Just sneaking someone in, not making them join the Jiang Family, I knew it, as soon as your mother died, you stopped considering me your uncle…
But Jiang Fulai stopped listening to the rest.
The car slowed to a stop, and the assistant got out to fetch Jiang He’s dinner from the trunk.
Jiang Fulai looked out the window, through the glass.
He could see that Jiang He and Bai Lian were still sitting in the same spot at the milk tea shop, a small white lamp lighting up above their heads.
Jiang Fulai detached himself from his emotions, methodically and with cool detachment, “Because it’s pointless.”
“What?”
“What I’m saying,” Jiang Fulai said with a light gaze, calm as a deep pool, his voice holding back a chill as he took a black notebook, and stepped out of the car, “is I don’t accept trash.”
He hung up and walked closer.
Bai Lian was tackling a physics paper, leaning over the table filling out the sheet just handed out by her physics teacher that day.
Seeing Jiang Fulai, she lifted her eyes and continued resting her chin on her
arm, greeting him languidly: “Teacher Jiang.”
“Haven’t finished your homework yet?” Jiang Fulai pulled out the chair opposite her.
Do high school seniors nowadays have this much homework?
“Almost done,” Bai Lian wrote down the last line, her gaze drifting towards the black notebook in his hand.
“This,” Jiang Fulai said nonchalantly as he pushed the notebook towards her, his delicate brows and eyes as cold and indifferent as ever, even his voice seemingly careless, “is my old physics notebook.”
Bai Lian perked up, her eyes on the notebook reflecting the light overhead, stunningly beautiful, “Thank you.”
Jiang He was just by the side, watching Jiang Fulai intently.
Because she had to go to the training class in the evening, Bai Lian did not wait for Ji Heng to have dinner together; she ate in the cafeteria in the evening, hung out with Jiang He at the milk tea shop for a while before going back.
Ji Heng would wait at the alley entrance for Bai Lian to return home every night, and tonight was no exception.
It was nearly ten o’clock.
Bai Lian suddenly remembered about time dilation, “Grandfather, are you sleepy?”
Ji Heng, holding a flashlight, was about to say he wasn’t sleepy, but recalling what Bai Lian had been doing the past few days, he cautiously said, “A little..”