The Young Matriarch

Chapter 291: Chapter 291: The Principal Came to Show Off His Hair

In a year’s time, reach a viewership of five hundred million.

On the traffic learning section of the Salty Fish Video app, once Tong Qingyan’s fans flow into that bigshot’s domain, can we win this betting agreement?

If we don’t win, we’ll have to pay!

Tong Yunliang became alert, “We must change houses, this lousy house is so small, we must get a bigger one! It all comes down to your incompetence for not marrying Duan Xiuqi!”

Tong Yunrou’s face turned somewhat unsightly.

Tong Qingyan hurriedly interjected, “Dad, aunt, stop arguing. As for the house… let’s just buy it. I heard it was about proving some Chen’s Conjecture. It’s just some math genius who whimsically visits the live stream for fun. How much can it really help those college entrance exam students? They’ll still have to come back to watch my video streams, right?”

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Tong Qingyan wasn’t afraid as she watched the ID “Everyone Must Go to Imperial University” gain hundreds of thousands of followers overnight. Many followers were just there for the drama and weren’t real fans.

As long as this video host doesn’t start making high school videos, he can’t snatch away her fans. And she was certain she could fulfill the betting agreement.

So buy the house, buy the car!

Let those who laughed at the Tong Family’s downfall watch closely how they would rise from the ashes with her help.

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The next day, when Bai Chuwei went to school, almost everyone was discussing the online anchor who proved Chen’s Conjecture.

The visiting principal even ridiculed several students who live-streamed themselves playing games, “Look at that anchor, proving Chen’s Conjecture on live stream. You guys just stream games, and what’s worse, you don’t even have many followers!”

The students were baffled. Dare we compare ourselves to that Immortal-level bigwig? Mr. Principal, have you woken up yet?

Duan Xingye whispered to Bai Chuwei with a smirk, “The principal is just here to show off his hair!”

The principal was bald, his head so shiny it resembled a braised egg. The seniors said that for so many years, the principal’s baldness had never improved.

But for some reason, these past two days… the principal… had grown hair!

Duan Xingye added, “He must’ve had a hair transplant in secret.”

The principal had remarkably keen ears and rebuked, “When did I ever get a hair transplant? This is all my own hair!”

Although it was only a tiny tuft that felt slightly prickly to the touch, the principal just couldn’t resist showing off.

He truly had grown hair, using the shampoo that Bai Chuwei had given him.

Though Bai Chuwei struggled with her grades, her medical expertise was exceptional! She even managed to treat his baldness.

The principal felt he could write a recommendation letter for Bai Chuwei to get into medical school in the future.

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“Weiwei, you’re not taking a nap at noon and you’re teasing birds again, where are you off to now?” Duan Xingye, doing a comprehensive science test paper, looked at Bai Chuwei with some surprise.

Bai Chuwei was packing up, obviously about to skip class and leave school.

Bai Chuwei sighed, “There are just too many people who want to see me now. I need to step out for a bit.”

This morning, Bai Ze had called again to inquire if he could meet his master. His master had been making a fuss in the group chat every day, accusing him of being an unfilial apprentice for clinging to the high and mighty and forgetting his master.

As it happened, she also needed to visit Zhang Ling’s beauty salon that day, so she simply arranged for Bai Ze to meet the Qingxuan Sect Master at the beauty salon. She should still make it in time if she left now.

Ever since it was revealed that Zhang Ling’s beauty salon manager, Zhao Yu, was a murderer, the already struggling salon’s business had gotten even worse, with only a few sporadic female customers inside, all of whom were there to cancel their memberships.

An old man with an air of an Immortal walked in, accompanied by a gracefully petite girl.

Liao Sisi expressed her admiration, “Sure enough, it’s befitting of a master to set a meeting place in a beauty salon! I thought it was going to be in a tea house.”

Qingxuan stroked his beard and patted his dark robe, “Apprentice, your master is a little nervous.”