The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 315 - : 121 Mao, it’s really you! Make-up class storm_2

Chapter 315: 121 Mao, it’s really you! Make-up class storm_2

Mao Kun chuckled, “I think so too.”

He then looked around, “How do you do homework when it’s so dark here? Where’s the light?”

The bartender was showing off his ice-handling skills and served Mao Kun a cocktail, replying, “Miss Bai said it’s brighter here than downstairs, no need for lights.”

As these people were talking.

Not to mention Manager Yan, even Director Chen couldn’t help but wipe his face, thinking in shock—

Ah, it’s really you, Xiaomao!!!

Once Bai Lian finished writing a test paper, she went downstairs. Manager Yan silently followed behind Director Chen, “Director Chen, why didn’t you say earlier that Miss Bai knows Mr. Mao?”

Director Chen: “…”

How was he to explain that he had even competed with Mao Kun to do the dishes?

**

Friday.

Evening.

In a courtyard in a Purest Street alley, an elderly person with snow-white hair coughed several times before lifting his head, “You, cough cough… You’re going to a classmate’s house for dinner?”

His voice was unusually happy and curious.

Ning Xiao patted his grandmother’s back, poured her a cup of warm water, and frowned, “Granny, I better not go, I’ll take you to the hospital instead.”

“When people get old, it’s like this,” Grandma Wang smiled and patted his arm, her wrinkled face resembling a Buddha statue, “You go and have dinner at your classmate’s place, and invite them to come over for dinner sometime.”

It was evident she felt reassured.

Ning Xiao really didn’t like it when she talked about being old all the time. He watched her take her medication and reluctantly left the house, not entirely at ease, reminding her, “Call me or your uncle if you need anything.”

Ji Heng’s yard was bustling with activity at the moment.

When Ning Xiao arrived, all the others were already there.

Some were playing Go, some watched Ji Heng and Ji Shaojun cutting vegetables in the kitchen, and some were admiring the cabbage Ji Heng had yet to stitch on his embroidery stand…

Shen Qing came out holding two plates of fruit, “Kids, fruit time.”

“Thank you, Auntie.”

“Thank you, Auntie!”

“…”

Upon seeing Ning Xiao, Weng Qi hopped down from the tree, “Top student, give me the insider scoop, who among you three will be first in the final exams?”

Apart from issues like not liking their food or having no fun, the only other worry for students was grades.

“Weng Qi,” Tang Ming, who was vexed and playing chess with Jiang He, looked up and said earnestly, “Can you not drag me into their war?”

“It depends on the difficulty of the exam.”

Ning Xiao knew about Bai Lian’s depth in studying chemistry; with just one month left, her chemistry was definitely not going to be as good as her physics and math, but it wouldn’t be too bad either. If the chemistry questions were a bit off, she might not score too high.

But Ning Xiao was also quite looking forward to this joint exam.

He thought that even if the chemistry test in this joint exam was difficult, Bai Lian should be able to get at least 60 points to pass.

As Ning Xiao was pondering this, he went to the kitchen to help Ji Heng and Ji Shaojun with their tasks.

Seeing Bai Lian washing vegetables by the sink, Ning Xiao’s brow twitched, and he hurriedly took the vegetables from Bai Lian’s hands with all due respect.

OK.

After having the tasks of boiling water, making tea, and cutting vegetables taken from her, Bai Lian now had her last task of washing vegetables snatched away as well.

She stood in the kitchen for quite a while.

“Alian, don’t block my way,” Shen Qing said as she passed.

Bai Lian moved aside: “…”

Pu Xiaohan was assisting Ji Heng in the kitchen, trying to convince him, “But what you embroider really looks good. Are you sure you won’t consider making a video?”

She really liked Bai Lian’s everyday clothes; it was a pity that the school required them to wear uniforms, or else she could see Bai Lian in her own clothes every day.

“You like them? Then after dinner, I’ll take your measurements and make you a couple of pieces. Which patterns do you like?” Ji Heng said nonchalantly.

It was rare nowadays for people to embroider their own clothes.

Pu Xiaohan, who had never expected to be able to wear them, lit up instantly, forgetting she was there to persuade Ji Heng, “Really?! I like everything! Thank you!”

She left the kitchen, beaming, to share the news with the culture and entertainment committee.

Ji Heng continued to cut vegetables with calm.

Bai Lian looked up.

Forget it, aside from Ning Xiao and Yang Lin, everyone in class 15 had the same level of intelligence.

She scrolled through her messages on her phone.

Dean Jian: “[Image]”

Dean Jian: “Just had a big bowl of something, and the youngster’s location is in Xiangcheng.”

Dean Jian: “(Embarrassed)”

Pu Xiaohan’s videos always had a promotional intent. There was also a rescue video before this one without the location turned off. Dean Jian remembered today while reviewing the videos that Bai Lian didn’t need to send him her location.

Reading these messages, Bai Lian’s first thought—

Dean Jian’s intelligence level is what a normal person’s should be.

Dean Jian: “I know you’ve seen the message.” frёewebηovel.cѳm

Dean Jian: “If you dare, reply to me!”