Chapter 139: 054 Imperial Tutor, the true strength of Bai Lian_2

Translator: 549690339

There were only four characters written on the paper

[Bai’s Imperial Vines]

It was the phrase she had used the first time to introduce herself.

Even though she used a plain black pen, each character was deeply etched into the paper, their strength seeming to burst through the back, swirling and retreating with a surging vitality, the sinew of each character fully revealed. Through the paper, one could feel the momentum of a thousand horses galloping.

What kind of experience did it take to write with such formidable expression?

Last time Director Chen visited, he was not very satisfied with Ren Wanxuan’s calligraphy.

At that time, the principal had not understood, but now he finally had a faint understanding of why Director Chen had looked down on Ren Wanxuan’s calligraphy.

Because he had seen better.

Ren Wanxuan’s characters indeed lacked a bit of real combat experience.

“Teacher Lu,” the principal pulled out the paper from Lu Lingxi’s hand and murmured, “I think you’re right, this apology might not necessarily need to be spoken out loud, I’ll go contact the photographer right away.”

Having said that, the principal stuffed the paper into his pocket and hurriedly left.

Behind him, Lu Lingxi:

Wait, had she read it all?

The last class of the afternoon.

The class meeting.

Lu Lingxi walked to the class with her lesson plan and notebook, setting her eyes on Bai Lian, who was already neatly dressed in her school uniform and was quietly working on her test papers, resembling a quiet and beautiful cat with an air of mystery about her.

She also seemed like a prisoner straining to break free from the mist and hardship.

Lu Lingxi could almost see every student in the class clearly, except for Bai Lian.

She was diligent and studious, more so than anyone else in the class, but sometimes she seemed to step out of this world, quietly observing everything from a bystander’s perspective.

“The monthly test is coming again next week,” Lu Lingxi placed her notebook on the desk, ignoring the moans of some students, “Half the term is already over, it’s time to buckle down… And I’m talking to you, Zhang Shize!”

Zhang Shize hadn’t expected he could still be singled out by Lu Lingxi even with his face buried in the desk.

He could only nod miserably.

After the usual class meeting, Lu Lingxi called Bai Lian out again.

To tell her to go for the photo shoot the next noon.

Bai Lian nodded slightly after listening, meaning it was okay as long as she knew how to write in Liang style, and it wasn’t a designated person.

Returning to her seat, Zhang Shize was still sticking his head out talking to someone across the aisle, “My parents don’t have such high expectations for me either, and I’m not that smart, don’t have any grand aspirations, I think it’s quite good this way…”

Zhang Shize’s life motto was, whatever obstructed him, he would give up.

He didn’t have grand aspirations and wasn’t even sure what he wanted to do in the future.

Halfway through his speech, he saw Bai Lian and couldn’t help but touch his nose, “Do you think I’m very hopeless?”

Bai Lian picked up her pen and glanced at him, “Why would you think so? There are many kinds of lives. Just choose what you like. And… you are quite impressive.”

Most people feel guilty and reflective about their own relaxation and entertainment.

Feeling like they’re wasting their time.

But not everything has to be meaningful, and in this regard, Zhang Shize does quite well, just purely happy.

“Really?” Zhang Shize crossed his legs, smiled broadly, then lowered his voice to Bai Lian, “I’m thinking about becoming an extra in Yan Lu’s film crew after I graduate.”

It took Bai Lian a while to search her memory before she grasped what an extra meant.

Typical Zhang Shize, his biggest dream was just to be an extra.

You should at least be a director.

After school in the afternoon.

Bai Lian received a message from Mao Kun.

The logo for Imperial Revitalizing Plaster was out, and nowadays, too few people used traditional medicine. Once this plaster appeared in the fighting ring, it became popular throughout Backter Street, circulating among a group of mercenaries.

White Tank Top: [Sis, there’s a Western doctor looking for you]

White Tank Top: [He’s a foreigner!]

White Tank Top: [He’s very curious about Chinese medicine!]

Bai Lian hadn’t been concerned about it, but she arched an eyebrow when she heard he was curious about Chinese medicine.

As she packed up her things, she replied to Mao Kun.

Bai Lian: [1]

White Tank Top: [Got it!]

White Tank Top: [Do you have Instagram?]

Bai Lian had never heard of it, so she didn’t reply.

Two seconds later, White Tank Top: [Ok, got it.]

Five minutes later, Bai Lian received a WeChat friend request, and upon checking, the avatar belonged to an old man with white hair and blue eyes.

She accepted the friend request.

Lance: [Your plaster is amazing!]

Bai Lian had memorized a lot of English words in the past month and could understand them and communicate in simple English.

Bai Lian: [Thank you]

The two conversed for a few exchanges, the other party speaking in English, and she responding in Chinese characters, which she could understand.