The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 31

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Chapter 30

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When he got out of the car, the milk tea shop was no longer open to the public, with only one incandescent light on by the window.

Bai Lian was doing her homework with her head down. It was a bit cold that night, so she had put on her school uniform jacket, without zipping it up, revealing the white embroidered collar inside. She rested her chin on one hand in a lazy manner while holding a pen in the other, her eyelashes half-lowered.

People passing by would frequently turn their heads for another look.

Jiang He sat beside her, engrossed in twisting a Rubik’s cube.

The wind chime at the door rang, and Bai Lian and Jiang He both lifted their heads simultaneously to see who was coming in.

Jiang Fulai always had a cold and noble look in his eyes, restrained in his elegance. He was still holding his coat that bore the chill of the outside, his figure tall and straight, slightly bowing his head as he entered.

Seeing the two of them look up at him, his steps halted curiously for a second.

Why did he take in Jiang He?

Perhaps because seeing three-year-old Jiang He waiting alone at home for parents who would never return, he could relate.

Jiang He was a loner, spoke little, but hardly ever caused trouble. These past few days had been the most spirited he had ever been.

Jiang Fulai felt an illusion that it was as if Bai Lian and Jiang He were waiting for him.

The assistant arranged the meals neatly, including Bai Lian’s share.

Without being polite, Bai Lian picked up her chopsticks, and while eating, she showed Jiang Fulai the problem distributed today, “The teacher had me attend a tutorial class. I can understand the lecture, but the problems are really… ‘

She paused, “Makes me want to fight them.” fre𝚎w𝐞bn𝗼v𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝗼𝚖

Jiang Fulai found it a bit funny.

“Don’t rush into a fight just yet,” he said with his clear, light voice, reaching out to take it. The printout bore the Jiangjing University logo, and he skimmed it to understand the gist, “It’s not your problem. This person’s way of setting questions is just like this, simple. After we eat, I’ll explain it to you.”

The problem that no one in Xiangcheng Middle School could solve, he casually passed off with two light “simples.”

During the meal, Jiang Fulai earnestly sent a message to Maxwell, suggesting

[The PhDs you mentor can’t set problems properly. I could teach them] Bai Lian had attended many classes these last two days, including the recorded lessons from a famous teacher tonight.

It’s only after listening to others that one can make comparisons.

Jiang Fulai was much clearer than they were, straightforward, easy to understand, and detailed, even softening his voice a bit.

Bai Lian watched him intently, her pair of dark eyes filled with a strong desire for knowledge, “So, is the constancy of the speed of light derived or proven?”

“Maxwell’s equations…” Jiang Fulai reached for a pen, his fingers elegant, clean and long. He wrote a set of beautiful equations on the back.

Jiang He was drinking milk nearby, looking at Jiang Fulai with an expressionless face.

Last month, he had asked Jiang Fulai a similar question.

The other man pointed at a folder and said indifferently—

“There’s a paper I published in Nature two years ago on the topic, find it yourself.”

Are these words said by a human being?

Jiang Fulai was very clear, and since Bai Lian e s main focus of study recently was electromagnetism, she could almost understand the problem.

The next day at school, she completed the problem based on her understanding.

Tonight’s tutorial class was on mathematics.

The homeroom teacher of Class 8 collected yesterdays practice problems and distributed the newly printed solutions to everyone before starting today’s video.

The students watched the video.

After returning to his desk, the homeroom teacher took out his usual grading book and two pens, and started correcting the submitted practice problems. Most students hadn’t completed them. After reviewing each student’s work, he made a note in their regular grades.

All of this would be part of the assessment in a month’s time.

The problem was excessively difficult. The class 8 teacher had almost stayed up all night to fully understand the answer after receiving it. When he saw

Ning Xiao’s answer, he Wff0te a big “8” behind his name.

The regular grade was out of ten points.

Most others scored between four and five.

Ren Wanxuan’s answer was a bit higher, six points.

Chen Zhu didn’t cover as many aspects as Ning Xiao did, seven points.

A bunch of science students with wildly scribbled writing, he spent years searching for twisted answers in various cracks.

Not until turning to the last page did the words arranged neatly, stroke by stroke, catch his eye, even neater and more beautiful than the printed problems. The homeroom teacher’s eyes lit up.

He focused on the content, becoming serious at the first question, but when he

reached the second one— His pupils contracted..