The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: 046 really doesn’t need a guzheng teacher, Wang Youfeng! _2

Translator: 549690339

She was only thinking about the ancient zither.

After flipping through her notebook and sketching a miniature zither,

Bai Lian couldn’t help but flip to the drawing of that black cat and raised her eyebrows involuntarily—

She wondered if that teacher Yue would dare to tell Jiang He to his face that his drawing was too stiff and artisanal.

“Yang Lin hasn’t come back yet?” Ahead, Pu Xiaohan looked back, glanced at Yang Lin’s usual spot, and frowned slightly, “What does she always go off to do?”

“You don’t know either?” Bai Lian came back to her senses and pulled out a pen, looking towards Pu Xiaohan.

Pu Xiaohan shrugged her shoulders.

Having been classmates for over a year, Pu Xiaohan knew almost nothing about Yang Lin.

Yang Lin never spoke to others, even more introverted than Ning Xiao.

The only bit they knew was because of Bai Lian.

They roughly knew that Yang Lin’s family situation wasn’t good and she was always working part-time; other than that, they didn’t know much about her.

Bai Lian opened her pen cap and glanced at Yang Lin’s empty seat.

She considered asking Lu Lingxi about it tomorrow.

With the pen in her hand, she didn’t start on her homework immediately. Instead, recalling something, she lowered her eyes and drew a line on the blank paper, then pushed the wet ink around with her clean fingertips, quickly completing the drawing.

After looking at it, she opened her phone, took a picture, and sent it to Jiang Fulai.

As Jiang Fulai was reviewing results, he saw the message on WeChat, casually opened it, and saw a black and white cat—

Its entire body was low to the ground, lazily sprawled out and sleeping, with its tail curled up, revealing its fluffy fur spread out lazily.

Jiang Fulai was somewhat silent, typing the words “Your drawing is very good.”

Before he could send it, the next second, another message from Bai Lian came through.

It was good, the cat he had drawn before.

The contrast was stark.

Jiang Fulai looked at the words he had typed and deleted them one by one—

He opened the image of the lazy cat again.

Then he placed his phone on the desk, glancing at it from time to time.

“Such a beautiful ink painting!” He Wen, who passed the laboratory report to Jiang Fulai, immediately saw it on Jiang Fulai’s phone left open on the desk.

He was somewhat astonished.

Jiang Fulai’s cool fingertips accepted the report, giving him a glance, and spoke indifferently, “This was drawn with a black pen.”

“Really?” He Wen took a closer look and realized it wasn’t an ink painting after all.

He was even more amazed.

As a result, that afternoon, all the team members who came to see Jiang Fulai learned that the young master Jiang had received a beautiful ink-style painting drawn with a black pen.

It was very attractive.

With a casual stroke, Bai Lian impressed a group of engineering students in the laboratory.

After school in the evening, instead of going to the library, Bai Lian went straight to see Jiang He.

The latter had sent her more than a dozen commas that afternoon.

When Bai Lian arrived, Jiang He was holding a tablet, messaging someone—

[Hehe, tell the teacher who exactly added those few strokes to the painting?]

Jiang He: [,]

—[It can’t be Young Master Jiang, nor can it be Mr. Ming…]

Jiang He: [,]

The other party sent another flurry of guessing texts, and as Jiang He heard someone knocking at the door, he quickly ditched the tablet and scrambled up from the floor to open the door.

Bai Lian squatted at the doorway, leisurely pulling out a piece of paper from her pocket and handing it to Jiang He.