The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 391 - : What kind of people are hiding in 152 Xiangcheng?
Chapter 391: What kind of people are hiding in 152 Xiangcheng?
“What books do you usually read?” Bai Lian tapped on the table and asked Jian Zhe, since she had never asked about Jian Zhe’s matters and only had a rough idea of what the school taught these days.
Since birth, Jian Zhe had been learning to write big characters with his family. The Jian Family was a scholarly family, and since a young age, they also fostered the younger generation of the family.
But this generation had Jian Rong eclipsing the others, so Jian Zhonghai wasn’t as concerned about his grandchildren’s education and focused all his attention on Jian Rong.
When Bai Lian asked him what books he liked to read, Jian Zhe paused for a moment before looking at Bai Lian, hesitantly saying, “Rebirth of the Dragon Emperor, The Beauty Bodyguard, Campus Belle…”
She made a pause gesture.
Jian Zhe scratched his head, “Hehe, does it seem very unambitious?”
“Not at all, some people only want to be gangsters.” Bai Lian didn’t object to these things.
She had been taught etiquette from a young age but still maintained her true nature, and it was because of Liang Zewen.
Liang Zewen’s method of upbringing was quite unique; he never stifled a person’s character. His education was to make a person comply with natural law, to make his students become individuals with complete personalities.
She was just… struck by the word “rebirth.” Were there really such books?
Bai Lian silently took note of the book title and then looked at Jian Zhe: “But if you want to take the entrance exam for Jia Yi, you should put aside these hobbies for now. After you’re admitted into Jia Yi, you can read them; first, read ‘The Thirteen Classics.'”
Fostering literacy in classical literature was important.
“I browsed through this book last night. You can start with this one,” Bai Lian didn’t know how well Jian Zhe did in his university studies, but since he wanted to take the entrance exam, he must have some basic skills, “You need to have a good grasp of Old Chinese phonology, syntax, and semantics, so you can read literature. If there’s something you don’t understand, ask me.”
Similarly, modern Chinese is also an art.
Fortunately, the Bai Lian of the past had left her with precious memories of nineteen years, and with her own memories of twenty-three years in ancient times, she possessed a breadth of knowledge and worldly experience that few could match.
Jian Zhe took the classical Chinese book Bai Lian handed him.
Quite surprised.
Most people think that classical literature entrance exams are quite easy nowadays, but in reality, while objective questions aren’t difficult, subjective essay questions are extremely tough.
The question Jian Zhe did yesterday was “… one should devise good methods to invigorate one’s tactics.”
Such questions test a student’s literary foundation as well as their breadth of knowledge. Jian Zhe didn’t expect Bai Lian to have actually done the research.
He lowered his head and began to read seriously.
**
About ten minutes later.
Two figures, one large and one small, walked up the stairs at a steady pace. The leading figure with long legs, although walking slowly, had a wide stride. The little figure behind him was climbing the stairs with difficulty, trying hard to keep up with his pace.
Suddenly, Jian Zhe noticed that the two people sitting across from him had straightened up.
Before he had time to ponder why, a cold and deep voice suddenly came from overhead—
“What’s he doing here?”
Jiang Gongzi?
Jian Zhe slightly raised his head and saw Jiang Fulai standing next to Bai Lian, hand resting on the back of the chair, casually looking at him.
Jian Zhe felt a tingle in his scalp; he never imagined he would run into Jiang Fulai in the library. He wanted to stand up, but Jiang Fulai gestured for him to stay.
“Here to read books,” Bai Lian spoke softly, “He’s preparing for Jia Yi.”
Jiang Fulai pulled out the chair next to Bai Lian and sat down, looking over at Jian Zhe for a moment before resting his gaze on the language book, “…keep it up.”
He quietly uttered these two words.
Jiang He sat opposite Jiang Fulai, and a row of six people studied and answered questions in their books.
Occasionally, Ning Xiao would ask Jiang Fulai about a question.
After studying for half an hour, Jian Zhe was about to take out his phone and scroll through some videos when he looked up and saw that everyone at the table, including Jiang He, was seriously reading.
He: “…” fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
He silently put down his phone and continued to read, feeling like it had been a century.
When he looked up again, the five people beside him were either reviewing summaries or doing problems… and not doing anything else.
Jian Zhe looked down at the time on his phone; had it only been an hour?
It was his first time studying with such exam-obsessed maniacs, and the whole morning felt surreal to Jian Zhe.
“Bai Lian, have you finished the comprehensive science test paper?” Ning Xiao asked about the winter vacation homework, the expansion papers issued by the school.
“Done with it.” As Bai Lian was working out a problem, she had Jiang Fulai help her take it out.
Her backpack was hanging on the back of the chair. Jiang Fulai casually pulled it open.
Bai Lian’s backpack was very neatly organized, filled with papers and a collection of questions, and he took out the bundled papers that were clipped together. But wait, what’s this…
Three notebooks?
Jiang Fulai handed the papers to Ning Xiao, then tapped Bai Lian on the shoulder, “Classmate Bai Lian, what are these?”
