The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 638: 252 strong subordinates have no weak soldiers, oppressive feeling (first update)_1
 

Jiang Fulai still stood lazily to one side, holding Bai Lian’s book in one hand, which he casually rolled up, his face as calm and downcast as ever.

He didn’t interrupt the gathering of the few of them.

“I don’t have anything good to give you,” Tang Ming handed his own high school error collection to Zhang Shize, “Here, this is the empire that I built for you.”

Zhang Shize took over the heavy empire.

Yang Lin handed Zhang Shize a fresh lily, still covered with dewdrops.

Receiving a gift from the class genius, colder than the front desk, Zhang Shize felt surprisingly flattered.

As he took the two gifts, his gaze suddenly drifted to Jiang Fulai, standing indifferently to the side, “Brother Jiang…”

Jiang Fulai, with one hand in his pocket, heard him and glanced over with his pale eyes.

Tang Ming got startled by Zhang Shize, the kid.

Sure enough, someone who had spent a year in jail was different, daring to stir up trouble over Teacher Jiang’s head. He quickly hugged Zhang Shize’s arm, “Come on, come on, tell us about your legendary year, how did you get several months off?”

“It’s all thanks to Brother Xing,” Zhang Shize smiled, “but there’s one thing I still can’t figure out, why he…”

Tang Ming said casually, “Don’t worry, if you can’t figure it out now, there’s no rush. You’ll forget it in a few days anyway.”

**

Chi Yundai hadn’t arrived yet, and these young people were sitting on the sofa chatting.

Bai Lian sat on the far left of the sofa, leaning gently against it with her legs casually bent.

The sofa was small, so Jiang Fulai didn’t squeeze in with them, merely leaning on the armrest next to Bai Lian, his right hand gracefully propped behind her, his appearance cool and haughty, his posture lazy yet stretched out.

Next to Bai Lian was Yang Lin, followed by Pu Xiaohan, Ning Xiao, Tang Ming.

Zhang Shize was sitting on the opposite seat, looking at the group across from him, puzzled, “So you’re at Jiang University, you’re at Jiang University, and you’re at Jiang University too?”

His eyes finally landed on Pu Xiaohan, “And you, you’re at Media University?”

Pu Xiaohan had already heard some things and consoled him, “Don’t feel inferior, good man Zhang. Aren’t you also going to apply to University of Political Science and Law?”

“Ah,” Zhang Shize was somewhat bewildered, “Ten years…”

“What ten years?”

There was a knock on the door from outside.

Zhang’s parents had only invited a few familiar people over.

The visitor was Chi Yundai.

Today was Saturday, and he had a public lecture, having just finished speaking to the freshmen, still dressed in formal attire.

Chi Yundai greeted Zhang’s parents and Jiang Fulai and Bai Lian before he leisurely turned his attention to Zhang Shize.

Zhang Shize stood up from the coffee table, looking somewhat more restrained than before: “Mr. Chi.”

“Mhm,” Chi Yundai responded.

Considering Zhang Shize’s parents were there, he didn’t ask those questions about how he was doing with his studies.

Yang Lin also stood up, her bangs a bit long, half-covering her pair of black, cold eyes, “Mr. Chi.”

Chi Yundai looked at Yang Lin, slightly surprised, “I heard you also got into Jiang University, congratulations.”

In Xiangcheng, it was already impressive for someone to make it to Jiang University, Chi Yundai hadn’t expected the girl working part-time at the milk tea shop, deeply entrenched in difficulties, to have also made it to Jiang University.

**

As the small gathering of people carried on, Zhang’s parents continued drinking with Chi Yundai.

Meanwhile, Pu Xiaohan, Tang Ming, and the others sat with Zhang Shize, discussing roughly what had happened over the year.

To Zhang’s family, Bai Lian, Jiang Fulai, and Chi Yundai were Zhang Shize’s great benefactors. If it weren’t for them, Zhang’s mother might not have been able to wait for Zhang Shize to return.

Bai Lian sat beside Jiang Fulai, picking up her chopsticks in an unhurried manner.

Next to her, Pu Xiaohan complained to Bai Lian and Yang Lin, “It hasn’t rained a single day, and I still have nine days left of military training, and I’ve turned a whole shade darker already.”

She lifted her sleeve to show the two of them, indeed, the color of her arms differed from her face.

Bai Lian hadn’t experienced military training, but she recalled from her memories the mechanical marching and crawling from Miss Bai’s freshman military training.

She lowered her eyebrows, curious, and glanced at Jiang Fulai next to her.

Jiang Fulai, who always ate little, held a white porcelain spoon, tapped the spoon with his fingertips, and raised his eyebrows.

Bai Lian picked up some vegetables with her chopsticks, asking lazily, “Have you ever done military training?”

“Not military training, it was field training,” Jiang Fulai’s tone was leisurely, “and you will too, when the time comes.”

Field training?

Bai Lian could roughly understand what it was from the literal meaning.

After dinner, the main group was headed back to Shanhai Apartment.

Shen Qing had already mentioned to Bai Lian that she had stewed soup for these few children.