Chapter 509 - Chapter 509: Jiang Ge's 202nd birthday, it's all about turning the tables against the wind (second update)_3

Chapter 509: Jiang Ge’s 202nd birthday, it’s all about turning the tables against the wind (second update)_3

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The dishes were very rich.

At the dining table, Ji Heng gave Jiang Fulai the set of clothes meant for him, a silver-grey overcoat, made of silk-like material that looked very high-end, fastened with Chinese frog buttons.

Patterns were embroidered across the middle of the sleeves and the front.

Jiang Fulai carefully accepted the set of clothes, his fingertips grazing the cool fabric.

One glance was enough to see the dense stitches, Ji Heng had put a lot of thought into it.

Chief Chen and Ji Heng both enjoyed drinking. The two chatted as they sipped their liquor, and an hour passed by without finishing their meal. That’s when Jiang He found time to go to his room and bring out his LEGO for him.

The LEGO was a custom-designed castle tower.

The blueprint was drawn by Jiang He, and his teacher helped him make numerous revisions. It was thirty centimeters wide and about forty centimeters tall.

The intricate bricks and the connecting beams could be seen.

Jiang Fulai said thank you twice today.

After giving the gift, Jiang He couldn’t take his eyes off him.

Jiang Fulai took it and pointed at a spot, looking at Jiang He and casually remarked, “This part isn’t drawn well.”

Jiang He: “…”

He decided to sleep with Ji Heng tonight.

Ji Heng had drunk too much today.

Bai Lian made an exception and walked Jiang Fulai to the door.

At nine o’clock, Jiang Fulai looked down the long, dark alley. Just as he reached the bend at the entrance, he stopped and told Bai Lian to go back first.

Bai Lian was dressed in a pale green outfit today, her jet-black hair half-up. She stopped, stretched out her left hand and opened it, a piece of Kylin jade almost melting under the lamplight appeared before Jiang Fulai: “Happy birthday, Teacher Jiang.”

Jiang Fulai was taken aback, presumably not expecting her to have prepared a gift for him.

He reached out to take it, still able to feel the warmth of the jade in his palm.

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End of May.

With the college entrance examination approaching, the school arranged for a graduation photo to be taken.

The location was the central stone of the school, with five steps beneath it, perfectly accommodating the students to line up.

Class Fifteen prepared uniform attire.

The girls’ dresses featured a mandarin collar, with a white undergarment, embroidered with ivy at the edges, covered by a red, sleeveless waistcoat adorned with delicate vine patterns; the buttons were matching Chinese frog buttons.

Below was a white skirt, the hem embroidered with vivid clusters of roses, red and pink rosebuds in full bloom nestled among green leaves. As the girls stepped forward, the rose bushes hidden in the folds of their skirts burst into full bloom.

The boys’ clothes?

Skip.

The students of Class Fourteen were currently taking their graduation photos below, while the photographer snapped pictures and they stood on the steps, involuntarily gazing at the students of Class Fifteen, their eyes resting on the last tall girl.

Bai Lian, with her phone in hand, nonchalantly followed Lu Lingxi at the end of the line.

Her hair, still half-up as usual, her almond-shaped eyes half-closed, her hair was too long, loosely curling over her shoulders beneath the wooden hairpin.

Bai Lian, who was used to wearing plain clothes, wore such a brightly colored outfit for the first time today. The traditional Chinese-style clothes seemed to have been tailored specifically for her, set against a backdrop of blue sky and white clouds.

The wind scattered her skirt’s hem.

A girl of roses, blossoming in the wind.

More than half the students from Class Fourteen were stunned, and the photographer had to remind them to come back to their senses.

“They all say I look stupid like this. Lian Jie, Xiaohan, take a look, do I look dumb?” Weng Qi unfurled his custom-made banner, about seventy centimeters long, with the words written on it—

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[Posing with Zhang Shize (A Mr. Nice Guy)]

Red background with white characters.

Pu Xiaohan looked up, imagining her gorgeous graduation photo marred by this thing.

No wonder the cultural committee member had been complaining nonstop.

She refused.

Bai Lian looked at the line of text and nodded, “I think it’s fine, the color matches our clothes well.”

Weng Qi’s eyes lit up, “Right? I knew you’d get it, Sister Lian!”

“You really think so?” Pu Xiaohan asked incredulously, clutching at Bai Lian’s arm.

Bai Lian was puzzled, “Yeah.”

Pu Xiaohan: “…”

It was the first time Pu Xiaohan realized that Bai Lian was actually quite straightforward.

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The graduation photo for Class 14 was taken, and the principal, vice principals, and teachers from various subjects stood up from the front row.

The principal couldn’t leave since he had to take photos all day.

“Weng Qi,” Lu Lingxi called for Weng Qi, her gaze briefly pausing on Weng Qi’s banner before she said, “The chemistry teacher hasn’t arrived yet; he’s teaching in Class 9. Go call him, will you?”

Weng Qi put away the banner and went to summon the chemistry teacher.

The principal and vice principals came over looking for Lu Lingxi and Bai Lian.

The end of the college entrance exams was finally approaching, and the principal looked at Bai Lian with mixed emotions, “Bai student, relax. No matter how the tests go, just do your best.”

“Okay,” consented Bai Lian with a nod.

“Time flies,” Lu Lingxi adjusted Bai Lian’s clothes, looking at the girl in front of her, “I remember the first time you came to take the test, you scored fifty points in comprehensive science. Back then, I thought you would need to repeat a year.”

From the nearby steps, Pu Xiaohan called Bai Lian over to line up.

Bai Lian walked over.

The principal watched her walk away, musing, “From fifty points to now, I wonder how she will fare in the college entrance exams. She hasn’t been in the joint exams, so I have no idea how much Song Min has improved. I have a feeling this year’s exams won’t be easy…”

The vice principal had now become a die-hard supporter of Lian, “There’s no need for ‘won’t be easy.’ The valedictorian will definitely be our Bai student.”

As he spoke, he murmured to himself, “Don’t think I don’t know you’ve already prepared the valedictorian banner.”

The principal: “…”

The homeroom teacher of Class 8 stood next to the principal, watching Bai Lian in the crowd without saying anything.

Bai Lian stood in the second row, next to Pu Xiaohan, the breeze gently lifting the wisps of hair on her forehead, with a stone carved with Bai Xiangjun’s words behind her, flaunting the youthful spirit and ambition of their generation.

Weng Qi had called the chemistry teacher over.

The students of Class 15 had already lined up; he stood behind Bai Lian and Pu Xiaohan holding a flag, whispering, “They were just discussing how Sister Lian managed to come this far from fifty points in comprehensive science.”

How did she come this far?

Bai Lian slightly tilted her head towards Weng Qi, raising an eyebrow in her usual casual way, yet with a hint of playful arrogance Weng Qi had never seen before.

She didn’t speak but looked through the gap at the line of poetry on the stone behind: The Bai Family’s army won many battles by turning defeat into victory — that was what she was best at —

Playing the game of turning the tides against the wind, do you understand, young one?

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