The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 534: National Top Scorer in Exam 215 (Second Update) _1
 

Seeing the first sentence, Lu Lingxi knew right away who the article was about, Bai Li, the great General Bai Li.

The writer had used the most succinct language to recount General Bai Li’s last night in Xiangcheng, and because of the popular show “Great Yong,” the three members of the Bai Family were at the height of their fame.

This perfect essay was released at just the right time to generate a lot of attention.

The comments below—

[Although the Bai Family left no descendants, looking at the words of this student, I suddenly want to believe that there truly is a legacy in this world.]

[Now that you mention it, I suddenly feel so romantic (tearfully running).]

[It seems like the people of the Bai Family were born for Xiangcheng.]

[I suddenly want to go to the Xiangcheng Building to see the sunset too.]

[+1, I didn’t go to Internet Celebrity Street in Xiangcheng last year, nobody can stop me now.]

[+ID number, I’ve had this thought while watching “Great Yong”.]

[…]

Lu Lingxi was fixated on the characters on the screen.

She recognized the unique library script style—it was Bai Lian’s handwriting.

Lu Lingxi put down her phone and finally exhaled, it was unexpected yet also made sense.

Xiangcheng No. 1 High School liked to assign historical poetry about the Bai Family, and even with the most obscure topics, Bai Lian had never made a mistake. It seemed not so surprising that she could write this essay from the perspective of General Bai.

Lu Lingxi sat at her office desk, opened her water bottle to take a sip, and forced herself to calm down.

**

Meanwhile.

Someone in Class 15 also stumbled upon this perfect essay.

Bai Lian’s library script was so uniform in size and spacing that it looked like it was printed, leading netizens to unconsciously assume that the article was typed by a machine.

Except for Class 15.

Pu Xiaohan quietly took a screenshot of the trending video and shared it to the class group—

[Isn’t this Bai Lian’s handwriting?]

The writing was neat and beautiful, giving a surreal feeling even through the screen.

Although Bai Lian always scored full marks in Chinese, and the poem following this essay was arrogant and haughty, much like Bai Lian’s unconstrained style… But…]

After all, it was a perfect essay, and no one in Class 15 dared to be sure.

Weng Qi: [@Bai Lian, sis, did you write this?]

Bai Lian was sitting under a banyan tree.

The shade was just right, her dress hem touched the ground, and a banyan leaf had fallen next to her hand.

She was leisurely discussing musical composition with Jian Zhongyou.

Suddenly tagged, Bai Lian clicked into the class group. She had intended to respond to Weng Qi with a question mark, but when she saw the screenshot on the screen, her pale fingertips froze on the display.

In the courtyard.

Director Chen was discussing fishing spots with Ji Heng.

With Bai Lian’s results due out tomorrow, Ji Heng wanted to go fishing today and invite a few acquaintances to eat together tomorrow.

Jiang Fulai stood beside Ji Heng, helping them check out the new fishing gear.

Yu Guang noticed Bai Lian seemed to be in a different mood, Jiang Fulai paused slightly. He handed the fishing rod to Director Chen, who quickly took it and continued the discussion with Ji Heng.

Jiang Fulai walked over to Bai Lian. The noon sun wasn’t so glaring, filtering through the leaves and falling on him, he looked down, “They’re going fishing, do you want to go?”

Bai Lian came back to her senses, looked up, her dark eyes reflecting the gentle glitter of light, “I won’t go. I think… I want to go see the building.”

She gently picked up the banyan leaf that had fallen next to her hand.

**

The Xiangcheng Building had been refurbished.

Thanks to the broadcast of “Great Yong,” Xiangcheng had also become a hot tourist spot recently, with crowds flocking to the old Xiangcheng Building every day.

Beside the huge windmill stood a “Great Yong” film studio, where many realistic settings had been constructed in a short time.

Jiang Fulai’s car was parked in the parking lot.

Bai Lian got out of the passenger side, needing to walk part of the way to the building because of the large number of people.

Jiang Fulai was only wearing a white T-shirt, lazily grabbed a hat and put it on himself, tilting it down slightly, the brim almost completely covering his face.

The sense of aloofness about him was significantly lessened.

Even so, he and Bai Lian still attracted quite a few glances from passersby, their appearance and temperament so superior that if it weren’t for his inherently unapproachable nature, they might have already been snapped up by street photographers and ended up on trending searches.

Jiang Fulai and Bai Lian stood side by side at the foot of the building, looking up at the tower that was worn by time.

His pale eyes rested on the “Xiangcheng” characters that had been repaired above.

Next to him, Bai Lian stood still, quietly watching. About ten minutes later, she withdrew her gaze and led him to climb up the building.

The two reached the bottom of the stairs.

Suddenly reminded of something, with what looked like an endless staircase ahead, Bai Lian raised her hand to block the sunlight. The sunlight enveloped her in a glittering halo.