The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 635 - : 250 good people come to Beijing! Where did these two pop up from?_2

Chapter 635: 250 good people come to Beijing! Where did these two pop up from?_2

[At most, I mean we could add a Xu Zhiyue, but I don’t think anyone else will have a chance.]

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Because of Bai Lian, the Tongfeng class’s second enrollment, which usually didn’t get much attention from freshmen, was especially popular this year.

“Is it that hard to get in?” Kong Wei looked at the promotional material for the Tongfeng class.

“Of course,” no one in the dormitory knew better than Xun Qian about its difficulty, “The Tongfeng class is full of national competition participants. We spent three years in high school studying, while they were always training for the national team, taught by a group of professorial superstars. The selection process is very tough.”

These were all top-notch science warriors. They couldn’t outperform Bai Lian and Liang Wuyu in the college entrance exam.

But in their fields of specialty, they were the benchmarks.

...

That’s why not many people try for the Tongfeng class each year, as even top scholars from the college entrance exam felt intimidated by these national contestants, so there were rarely participants for the second trial in previous years.

After finishing her shower, Bai Lian came out, casually drying her hair.

She didn’t use a hairdryer, waiting for her hair to air dry naturally as she checked her phone and saw a message from Jiang Fulai sent ten minutes earlier, to which she replied.

In less than a minute, Jiang Fulai called her.

Bai Lian put on her Bluetooth headset, resting her wrist on the blue desk, “Is Jiang Xiaoniao asleep?”

“She fell asleep downstairs,” Jiang Fulai was in Bai Lian’s study. He stood by the windowsill, looking at the dim lights below, his voice sounding slightly idle, as he guessed the time she took to shower, “You didn’t blow-dry your hair?”

Her hair was long now and hard to dry with just a towel. And because she usually studied late into the night, she would shower very late, so her hair would hardly be dry by the time she went to sleep.

Bai Lian picked up a basic music theory book and flipped through it at ease. Responding without changing her expression, “I did.”

She now had a general understanding of modern musical notation, but still preferred using shorthand notation when writing down music.

Jiang Fulai didn’t speak, instead, he ended the call.

The next second, a WeChat video call rang out.

Bai Lian: “…”

She calmly hung up.

Teacher Jiang sent a poignant full stop: [.]

Bai Lian replied with a comma: [,]

Then she stood up, took the hairdryer from the wardrobe, and walked back to the bathroom unconcernedly to blow-dry her hair for two minutes.

**

The next day.

Nine o’clock in the morning.

Yan Lu arrived in Xiangcheng.

She was wearing a white trench coat, black skinny jeans, a mask, and a fisherman’s hat on top, stopping in front of a florist to pick up a bouquet the owner had wrapped for her.

Then she turned around, looking at Xiaotian and Ahuang, who were standing behind her, “You two go back to Jiangjing first. I’m giving you two days off; has Xinjie told you about it already?”

“She has,” as Xiaotian looked at the flowers in Yan Lu’s hands, he didn’t dare ask who they were for, “Then, Sister Lu, are you okay on your own…?”

“I’ll be fine by myself,” Yan Lu held her phone, calling a taxi.

Heading to Xiangcheng Prison.

The blue taxi drove away, and Xiaotian exchanged glances with Ahuang.

“Who is Sister Lu going to see? It’s not going to cause any trouble, right?” Ahuang looked at the receding car. Yan Lu was now a celebrity with a huge fan following, including many obsessive fans.

Xiaotian looked at Xinjie’s reply, put away his phone, “Xinjie said it’s fine. Let’s go.”

Ten o’clock, the sun shone brightly.

Inside the prison, a guard handed a package to Zhang Shize, patting him on the shoulder with a force, “Go change into your own clothes and make sure you live a good life after getting out.”

Inside the package were clothes that the Zhang Family had brought for Zhang Shize.

Zhang Shize took the package to the changing room, changed into his own clothes, and accompanied by the guard, he approached the heavy iron gate.

The guards on both sides took out their keys and opened the gate. Outside the iron gate, the sky was a brilliant blue.

Zhang’s father and mother stood side by side, with tears in Zhang’s mother’s eyes.

Zhang Shize quickened his step and reached out to embrace them, “Dad, Mom.”

After the family spoke, Zhang Shize looked up to see Yan Lu on his left; she had cut her hair short, shoulder-length, with a lock of hair tucked behind one ear, holding a large bouquet of white iris flowers in her arms.

Under the sun, they glittered brightly.

As Zhang Shize looked at her, she handed him the iris flowers, “Fortunately, I made it on time.”

Zhang Shize took the flowers. The past year had not diminished his vibrant spirit; standing under the morning sun, he was radiant and elegant, his deep brown eyes hiding a rebellious streak.

He held the flowers, laughed once, still as spirited as ever, “Sister Yan.”

**

Saturday.

Today was the selection competition for the Tongfeng class candidates.

Six o’clock in the morning, Bai Lian got up as usual, while the others in the dorm were still asleep.

At six-thirty, Xun Qian woke up to find Bai Lian quietly reading a book below.

She glanced back and saw that Bai Lian wasn’t solving problems but flipping through a basic music theory book.

Xun Qian, who had just woken up and was curious about what the study god was learning: “…”