School Beauty's Invincible Martial Expert-Chapter 487 - 488: Exclusive Interview

Jiang Ling thought that her career and appearance were her proudest attributes. Most people, especially men, would politely, gentlemanly, or even eagerly accept her invitations. But Xiao Han, facing her beauty, claimed they weren't acquainted.

At that moment, Jiang Ling doubted her own appearance. She even wondered if people had been deliberately flattering her in the past or… perhaps Xiao Han was gay. However, she would rather believe that Xiao Han was gay than believe her appearance had been inflated by others. Women can't see beauty in other women; it's men who acknowledge a woman's beauty.

"You!" Jiang Ling took a deep breath and said, "Xiao Han, is it really so hard to do an interview? This would be a good thing for you."

"How so?" Xiao Han asked.

"It would boost your popularity, enhance your image, and surely many girls would fancy you!" Jiang Ling hurriedly explained.

"That makes me even less interested!" Xiao Han immediately shook his head, said his piece, and turned to leave.

"Hey, hey…" Jiang Ling quickly spoke up, "Don't go. I still have things to say. Why are you leaving?"

"What else do you have to say?" Xiao Han turned his head and looked at her.

"Xiao Han, this is my work assignment today, given by the station," Jiang Ling pleaded desperately. "Please… just do me this favor, yes? I hope you can give me a chance, okay?"

"If you had spoken like this earlier, wouldn't everything be sorted?" Xiao Han smiled slightly and said, "Tell me, where will the interview be done?"

"At… at our TV station!" Jiang Ling quickly said. "The station plans to give you an interview before the Chinese New Year's Eve gala. We can record the show now and broadcast it tonight."

"Okay!" Xiao Han nodded.

"Then let's go," Jiang Ling hurriedly said.

"How are we getting there?" Xiao Han asked.

"We'll just go out and take a taxi!" Jiang Ling was startled. Was he expecting her to drive to pick him up?

"Never mind, I'll drive!" Xiao Han responded.

Before Jiang Ling could react, Xiao Han had already climbed into a massive, impressive BMW SUV parked by the roadside. Once he was inside the vehicle, Xiao Han stuck his head out the window and called out, "Hey, hey, are you coming or not?"

"Oh, my God!" Jiang Ling quickly got into the passenger seat, then asked in surprise, "Xiao Han, this… this car is really yours?"

"Yes!" Xiao Han nodded and said, "Why, are you surprised?"

"Surprised? I'm absolutely shocked!" Jiang Ling said, astonished, as she looked at Xiao Han.

Xiao Han floored the accelerator, and the car instantly unleashed a strong force, speeding away rapidly. In the blink of an eye, they were far away. Jiang Ling, amazed, said, "This car… it's fully loaded!"

"Yes!" Xiao Han nodded.

Jiang Ling, still shocked, said, "This top-end model must cost nearly two million."

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"That's right!" Xiao Han, controlling the steering wheel, quickly drove up to the TV station's entrance.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the TV station, Xiao Han opened the car door and jumped down from the vehicle. Once he got down, Xiao Han seemed very agile. Jiang Ling still felt as if she were in a dream. This guy, who had been just a high school student a year ago, had now turned into a student driving a luxury car. But, on closer thought, he seemed to have started a training class, which now had grown significantly in size.

Especially with the green light from the education bureau, the Hanmen Training Class had rapidly expanded. Initially, it had only two classes with a bit more than a hundred people. Now, it had become a small school with five classes and nearly three hundred students.

Such a scale, not unrelated to the media's promotion from the previous year, had swiftly made the Hanmen Training Class the toast of Linjiang City, with many people wanting to join, but unable to do so. The Hanmen Training Class now required a certain minimum score for admission. The principle of the Hanmen Training Class was simple: they would not accept students who scored below a certain threshold, as they didn't want to waste time on those who lacked a foundational education.

The goal of the Hanmen Training Class was to mold students who were willing to strive hard but not seeing proportional results. Despite this, the Hanmen Training Class still limited its students. If it were to open its admissions broadly, it would likely be overwhelmed, perhaps even becoming a real school. Unfortunately, good teachers were hard to find.

Now, Li Yunpeng was essentially managing Hanmen Training Class, and he was its responsible person, overseeing the recruitment of teachers, including their salaries. Li Yunpeng had become a notable figure in Fuxing Community, a sought-after connection by many. Li Hengzhong had a close relationship with Li Yunpeng, as Li Hengzhong was the principal of Linjiang No.1 Middle School, as well as the acting principal of Linjiang No.4 Middle School. One person in charge of two schools—can you imagine how busy Li Hengzhong must be? In essence, the entire city's educational advancement was on Li Hengzhong's shoulders, a responsibility he had to bear. Therefore, he needed to maintain a good relationship with Li Yunpeng.

Jiang Ling understood these circumstances crystal clear. Nearly three hundred students, each paying a thousand for a month's training, summed up to nearly three hundred thousand in revenue. After deducting labor, utilities, depreciation... there was at least a hundred thousand in income each month. Most of that money went straight into Xiao Han's pockets. Thus, when Xiao Han bought a luxurious BMW car, Jiang Ling reconciled it in her mind, especially since Xiao Han had received quite a few scholarships during his college entrance exams.

However, this income was probably just enough for him to buy a house and a car. Regarding Xiao Han's sudden nouveau riche behavior of driving a BMW, Jiang Ling still looked down upon it internally. Despite coming from a poor family, he did not think about improving his mother's living environment or her standard of living. Instead, he only dreamt of driving luxury cars and living in mansions.

Having entered the TV station, Jiang Ling led Xiao Han to the recording hall.

The program they recorded was quite simple; it was merely an interview with Xiao Han. It also served as an opportunity to rehash old themes by having Xiao Han repeat his learning experiences. The recording went smoothly, from one o'clock to two-thirty.

"Xiao Han, thank you," Jiang Ling said with a smile. "If it hadn't been for you this time, the station manager would have likely called me in for a talk again."

"No need!" Xiao Han waved his hand and said, "Only, next time you talk to someone else, try to lower your status a bit. Otherwise, it might make people uncomfortable."

"Ah..." Jiang Ling paused for a moment, said awkwardly, "I... I understand. Thank you for the reminder."

"I'm off!" Xiao Han nodded.

After saying that, Xiao Han got into his car and left. Watching Xiao Han's retreating figure, Jiang Ling felt somewhat uneasy. This bastard had the nerve to lecture her. Did he really think he was that important? She was visibly uncomfortable. She pursed her lips.

At that moment, a male colleague came out from behind her, curiously asking, "Jiang Ling, what's wrong?"

"Just ran into a bastard!" Jiang Ling complained irritably.

"Which bastard?" The man paused. This guy was one of Jiang Ling's dedicated admirers. He was a male reporter at the TV station, but this guy wasn't very good-looking, so he had been assigned as an outdoor interviewer, unlike Jiang Ling, who was one of Linjiang TV Station's anchors.

Although Jiang Ling was also a reporter, the disparity in their statuses was significant. Anyone seated in the anchor's booth at the station was one of the station's popular anchors. In contrast, there were many outdoor reporters like him. Generally, all reporters, including anchors, had to serve as an outdoor reporter for a while before becoming an official journalist after an internship, gradually moving towards becoming a host, and ultimately relying on the popularity of viewers and fans to become the main host in the anchor booth.

Jiang Ling's appearance led to her being identified as one of the primary reporters to be cultivated on her first day at the station. After years of hard work and training, she finally became one of Linjiang City's indoor female hosts and a well-known anchor at the Linjiang City TV Station. Her admirers quickly multiplied.

Her attractive features and good figure made Jiang Ling the goddess in the hearts of all the men at the station. Many became her devoted followers.

The man was one of them, and his name was Lin Hai.

"That one driving away," Jiang Ling pointed at the departing car.

"Who?" Lin Hai asked in confusion, barely able to see the car's tail lights, then said, "Someone dared to offend our Ling'er."

"Hmph," Jiang Ling snorted, then said, "He actually said I was too arrogant."

"Why bother with him!" Lin Hai chuckled and said, "It's normal for Ling'er to be a bit arrogant. Today is New Year's Eve; it's time to go home for the reunion dinner."

"Yeah!" Jiang Ling nodded. Hearing about the reunion dinner, she immediately showed a knowing smile.

"Do you want me to take you home?" Lin Hai quickly offered.

"Thank you!" Jiang Ling did not refuse.

Lin Hai immediately drove Jiang Ling back home. Upon arriving, Jiang Ling smiled warmly and offered her thanks verbally.

"Ling'er, let's have a meal together sometime," Lin Hai extended an invitation.

Jiang Ling hesitated for a moment, then nodded politely, "Sure."

"Let's have a meal together after the New Year," Lin Hai quickly smiled and added, "Also, happy New Year!"

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On New Year's Eve, residents of Fuxing Community were busy preparing for their New Year's Eve dinner. Since four in the afternoon, the sound of firecrackers in the community hadn't ceased. It was customary for every household to set off a string of firecrackers before their dinner. Moreover, the New Year's Eve dinners began at four in the afternoon. Depending on each family's situation and customs, the times varied—some early, some late; some fast, some slow.