ALL NOVEL Chapter 72 - 72: Household register no. 030, for Dr. Gao’s answer_1
Chapter 72: Household register no. 030, for Dr. Gao’s answer_1
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This was the total score Ren Wanxuan saw in the office.
She specifically looked for Bai Lian’s ranking.
There were nearly nine hundred students in the senior year, 669 in science, and Bai Lian was ranked 427 among the science students.
It took a while for Ren Wanxuan to find Bai Lian’s ranking.
She also breathed a sigh of relief. Bai Lian, who had been praised by the principal, only had such average grades—nothing to fear.
“110?” The boy speaking was very surprised, “How come it’s so low?”
Ren Wanxuan shook her head; she wasn’t interested.
Chen Zhu, however, found the reason, “Her biology and chemistry must be bad. It’s probably only physics that’s decent.”
“Ah,” the others were very surprised, “With that, can she get into Beicheng University…”
Of course, none of them had even considered that Bai Lian could get into Jiangjing University. It was still unknown whether Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan could get in this year, let alone the others.
Their highest aspiration as average students was merely Beicheng University.
But all this was no longer within Chen Zhu’s consideration.
Since both Bai Lian and Ning Xiao’s scores were lower than his, he stopped caring about Bai Lian’s scores.
After his gaze swept past Ning Xiao, who was flipping through “Physics at Jiangjing University,” he bent his head and started packing up his books.
Then, with the envious looks of a few people, he left early.
The other two in the group followed them.
They knew that the one who provided the answers to Ren Wanxuan’s group every day was a doctorate student from Jiangjing University.
Nine o’clock, the milk tea shop.
Three people were focusing on doing their questions and homework.
Jiang He sat beside Bai Lian; Ming Dongheng poured a cup of water for Bai Lian and Jiang He, then placed the kettle on the table, gesturing to Ning Xiao and Tang Ming to pour their own water.
Tang Ming expressed his thanks repeatedly, then poured water for himself and Ning Xiao.
He was once a top student at his high school, but here he was not even good enough to be at the bottom, not to mention that youngster.
He couldn’t help but feel that the robust tall guy next to the youngster seemed smarter than him!
As the wind chimes at the door tinkled, Jiang He fluidly got up and moved to the table behind Bai Lian.
Jiang Fulai entered, wrapped in a dark gray trench coat, carrying the chill with him. Tang Ming glanced up and saw the red hardcover book in his hand.
Was that—
The “Chinese Dictionary”?
“Are we studying particles today?” Jiang Fulai handed the hardcover book to Ming Dongheng, sat down after flipping his coat, and carelessly took the worksheet Bai Lian had set aside in his pale fingers.
Bai Lian was working on an English reading comprehension.
She hadn’t memorized enough English words yet, so it wasn’t going very smoothly.
She looked up, a bit pensive, “Right, kinematic factors, they have scattering angles. Can they be treated as two-dimensional collisions?”
Bai Lian was talking about the last question; she could answer the first three sub-questions.
“Correct,” Jiang Fulai’s eyes slightly arched as he unfolded the test paper and handed it to Bai Lian, “Try explaining your understanding to these two.”
This task was familiar to Bai Lian.
Confident the general direction was correct, she pulled out a piece of blank paper, her eyes drooping, and lazily replied, “Okay.”
Ning Xiao had heard Bai Lian explain problems before, so he wasn’t surprised.
Tang Ming, on the other hand, paid close attention to Bai Lian’s structured explanation.
Her speech was as lazy as her demeanor, and because she often explained problems to Ji Heng, she did not have the habit of skipping too simple parts like Jiang Fulai.
To Tang Ming, it sounded quite simple. Since she spoke slowly, he could take notes just right, and he even dared to ask if he missed anything.
Jiang Fulai, on the side, watched Bai Lian drawing a diagram of the relationship between kinematic factors and scattering angles on paper.
Her drawing was fluid and confident, with visibly equidistant segments.
Her hand was slender and fair, seeming to glow, with her casually tied black hair revealing her delicate neck, and laziness tinged her eyes and brows.
Behind her.
Ming Dongheng knew at a glance to whom the “Chinese Dictionary” was meant for.
He sat next to Jiang He and pushed the book to him,
Jiang He, playing with a Rubik’s cube, did not lift his head and pushed the book back to Ming Dongheng, clearly resisting.
Ming Dongheng:
He silently pushed the book back to Jiang He, thinking he didn’t know, “Young Master, this is from your brother.”
Jiang He coldly pushed it back.
Ming Dongheng pushed it over.
And back again.
Jiang Fulai swept a cold glance over, “Are you two playing passing the pigeon?”
Ming Dongheng: “?”
Jiang He glanced at Jiang Fulai, seemed like he wanted to say something but still didn’t dare, grudgingly reached out a little hand and took back the “Chinese Dictionary” that was pushed in front of Ming Dongheng.
Tonight, Bai Lian explained the problems very meticulously.
Although when Bai Lian explained for the third time, Jiang Fulai casually glanced at Tang Ming, the cold glare from him executed Tang Ming many times over.