YM778.TV Chapter 80: 033 Gentle and Weak Granddaughter, Mr. Jiang who is as Cold as Ice_2
Chapter 80: 033 Gentle and Weak Granddaughter, Mr. Jiang who is as Cold as Ice_2
Ren Qian stood still, watching her for a long while, took out his cellphone, and prepared to call the principal with a cold expression on his face.
Hearing the keypad beeps, Ren Wanxuan suddenly leaped up, snatched Ren Qian’s cellphone, and ended the call.
Ren Qian didn’t take it back, just stood there watching her.
The principal’s call came back quickly, but neither of them looked.
After a five-minute standoff between the granddaughter and grandfather, Ren Wanxuan finally spoke, “Chen Zhu and I didn’t get the spots.”
The astonishment on Ren Qian’s face was no less than Ren Wanxuan’s. The Ren Family had put so much effort into securing these spots, he and the Chen Family had been determined to obtain them.
Now Ren Wanxuan was saying that both of them didn’t get the spots?
He wanted to ask more, but Ren Wanxuan refused to say another word, returned the cellphone to Ren Qian, and kicked him out the door, relocking it.
Ren Qian held his cellphone and called the principal back.
“Bai Lian?”
Upon learning that one of the two spots went to Bai Lian, Ren Qian’s surprise was evident.
In Ren Wanxuan’s descriptions, Bai Lian had switched from humanities to science, and her science scores had always been low. Ren Qian could never have imagined it would be Bai Lian.
“On Monday you go and apologize to Teacher Li,” Ren Qian knocked twice on Ren Wanxuan’s door with a heavy voice, “Use your head and you should know, who in Xiangcheng would dare to mess with the Ren Family?”
No one inside spoke.
Ren Qian took out his phone, called Ji Shaorong, but no one answered. He then turned to the servant and said, “Pick out a gift that girls would like.”
This meant a gift for Bai Lian.
Suddenly, Ren Wanxuan flung open the door, looked at Ren Qian, “Grandpa, find me the best teacher in Beicheng.”
She couldn’t be outdone by Bai Lian.
It was a little past nine at night.
Purest Street number 112 hadn’t closed yet.
Bai Lian had come back early for something and was preparing to go to the small shop to buy milk, while the shopowner sat outside on a small stool sharpening a knife.
She wore her blue and white school uniform, her hair neatly tied back, holding a notebook in her hand.
As she neared the shop.
The shopowner stood up with the knife in hand, “Lian Lian, you’re back early today, eh?”
“Yeah,” Bai Lian lazily picked up a bottle of milk and casually scanned a QR code to pay, “got some stuff going on.”
Two plainclothes officers, pretending to be passers-by but on duty, quickly approached as soon as they saw the shopowner stand up, “Student, why haven’t you gone home yet this late?”
They discreetly separated Bai Lian from the shopowner.
“I’ll be heading back soon.” Bai Lian paid and assessed the two distinctly non-ordinary-looking individuals.
She remembered Ji Shaorong saying the police were watching the shopowner.
She stabbed a straw into the milk, biting on it while moving to the alley ahead to wait for Mao Kun.
Five minutes after Bai Lian left, Mao Kun dragged his heavy steps coming from the end of Purest Street.
The shopowner was still sharpening his knife, and Mao Kun squatted in front of him for a minute, commenting, “Uncle, your knife isn’t sharp enough, not fast for cutting bones. I’ll bring you a sharper one in a couple of days.”
“It’s fine as it is,” the shopowner brought out the knife, gleaming with a chilling reflection.
The two officers preparing for a shift swap inhaled sharply.
Leaning against the wall at the usual spot, Bai Lian played with the straw, her slender and fair fingers tapping a cell phone, memorizing vocabulary. Her posture relaxed, her eyes and brows shrouded in the darkness of the night, “Did you add weighted bags?”
She noticed Mao Kun’s limbs were bound with more than mere one-pound sandbags.
“Oh yeah,” Mao Kun lifted his right hand to show Bai Lian the silver-white metal chunks the size of an egg on his wrists and ankles, “I used to use iron, but my godfather said two pounds of iron was too bulky, so he switched to these for me.”
Saying this, he pulled out a bag to show Bai Lian four similarly sized metals, “These are for you.”
Bai Lian was surprised.
She picked up one of the egg-sized metals and weighed it in her hand.
For something the size of an egg, it was two pounds.
The density was much higher than iron.
Bai Lian needed to go to school, and it was inconvenient having sandbags tied to her hands, so the small metal pieces were suitable.
She picked up the four pieces of metal, casually tossed them, her posture lazy with a slight smile on her lips, casually complimenting, “Not bad at all.”
Mao Kun watched her casually tossing the eight-pound objects: “…”
He had just strapped on metals weighing two pounds on each hand today, and had even eaten two less bites of his dinner.
“Today I’ll teach you how to power your body, along with the boxing techniques from last time,” Bai Lian casually twirled the four pieces of metal, instructing him in body movements, “Three training stances, the first one with your left foot in front, right foot behind.”