Chapter 33 033 The weak granddaughter, the cold and dignified Mr. Jiang

Ning Xiao had packed his things and listened to Tang Ming's call.

When he turned around, he saw the cold expression on Bai Shi's pale face, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. Even if he didn't say anything, Ning Xiao could feel the cold.

His usual laziness was gone.

Ning Xiao grabbed Tang Ming's backpack strap, and his gloomy eyes showed a little light through the black hair in front of his forehead. He said in a cold tone: "I'll give you a place. What are you calling? Go out first." It was

very serious and loud.

Tang Ming said "Oh" and lowered his voice.

Bai Shi picked up the backpack with his slender fingers, then retracted his gaze and walked out the door with a slightly casual attitude.

The two followed.

Everyone in the lecture hall watched them leave, and when they could no longer see anyone, they looked at each other.

"What did Tang Ming say just now?"

Someone asked mysteriously.

"It seems... it seems that Bai Mi wants to give him the quota."

Chen Zhe is considered to be well-informed in the Chen family, and it is difficult to suppress his shock at this time.

Everyone in Xiangcheng, and even people from the four major cities, are fighting for Jiangjing University. Even North City No. 1 Middle School has only ten places, and each place is controlled by Jiangjing University.

The quota for this app is not available at the auction market, and it is priceless.

The Ren family and the Chen family regard it as a treasure, not to mention others.

Is Bai Mi really going to give this quota to Tang Ming?

"It doesn't seem difficult to understand," someone in the lecture hall suddenly spoke up, "Ning Xiao and Tang Ming can get such high scores, it should be that Bai Zhuo shared all the answers with them, after all, Ning Xiao is the first."

Ning Xiao often competes with Chen Zhao for the first or second place in the school, and this time Chen Zhao scored lower than Ning Xiao with the help of a doctor from Jiangjing University, which can only mean that there is a master behind him.

Who is the reason for this variable...

except Bai Zhuo.

"Aren't the three of them in a competitive relationship?"

They also envied Ren Wanxuan's two team members before.

But now compared with Tang Ming and Ning Xiao, these two team members don't seem to have anything to envy.

"What are you competing for? Didn't you see that Bai Shi was about to give the app to Tang Ming? The new classmate is really too nice to the team members. If I had been picked randomly at that time, it would have been great..."

At this point, most people couldn't help but look at Zhu Jiaren who was sitting behind Ren Wanxuan before.

They remembered that Zhu Jiaren was also in Bai Shi's group.

Zhu Jiaren didn't look up after hearing the scores of Ning Xiao and Tang Ming.

She has realized...

Ning Xiao doesn't go to help Bai Shi with poverty every night.

Bai Shi has the answer, even clearer than Ren Wanxuan!

Why didn't she say it before?

If she had said it, she would never have made an excuse to go back to the dormitory...

Exercises, and exercises!

Zhu Jiaren found the WeChat of Tang Ming that she added. She only added Tang Ming——

[What exactly were the exercises that Bai Shi gave us before? 】

Tang Ming didn't say anything, he just sent two pictures.

The pictures showed Bai Shi's handwritten exercises, and the answers. Zhu Jiaren had never paid attention to the questions Bai Shi sent before, and threw them away without even looking at them. Today was the first time she looked at the questions and answers carefully.

After reading them, she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

At this moment, she finally knew what she had missed.

Outside.

When Tang Ming asked Bai Shi for the tenth time, she finally spoke, "If you say one more word, I will pass it on to Zhang Shize immediately."

Tang Ming: "..."

He downloaded the app and registered an account smoothly.

Then he searched for Ning Xiao's account and followed it, but he didn't find it when he searched for Bai Shi. He was about to ask Bai Shi, but he saw Bai Shi had already entered the milk tea shop.

He silently held back.

**

Ren's house.

It's dinner time.

Ren Qian came back from outside and put a gift box in the hands of the maid. He glanced around and didn't see Ren Wanxuan: "Where's Xuanxuan?"

The maids looked at each other.

Ren Wanxuan had locked herself upstairs with a gloomy face since she came back. She never came down and didn't eat dinner.

No one dared to call her.

Ren Qian was surprised. He knew that today was the day for the quota distribution, and he specially brought back a gift for Ren Wanxuan.

He went upstairs and knocked on Ren Wanxuan's door.

There was no movement, so he asked someone to get the key from the warehouse to open the door.

Ren Wanxuan didn't turn on the light, and the curtains were tightly drawn. Ren Qian was surprised and asked the maid to give her the gift box, and he reached out to turn on the light in the room.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Ren Wanxuan was lying on the bed without taking off her school uniform, Ren Qian took the gift box and spoke gently: "Grandpa also bought you a gift, open it and have a look, it's what you have always liked."

"I don't want it."

Ren Qian looked at Ren Wanxuan worriedly, and waved his hand to let the servant leave: "Xuanxuan, tell grandpa, who bullied you?"

Ren Wanxuan didn't say anything.

Ren Qian stood there, looked at her for a long time, took out his mobile phone, and prepared to call the principal with a cold face.

Hearing the key sound, Ren Wanxuan suddenly got up, took Ren Qian's mobile phone and hung up the phone.

Ren Qian didn't take it back, just stood there and looked at her.

The principal called back soon, but neither of them looked at it.

The two confronted each other for five minutes before Ren Wanxuan spoke, "Neither Chen Zhe nor I got a place."

Ren Qian was no less shocked than Ren Wanxuan. The Ren family had spent so much effort on this place, and he and the Chen family were determined to get these two places.

Now Ren Wanxuan said that they didn't get a place?

He wanted to ask more, but Ren Wanxuan refused to say a word. She returned the phone to Ren Qian, kicked him out, and locked the door again.

Ren Qian took out his cell phone and called the principal.

"Bai Shi?"

Ren Qian was obviously surprised to learn that one of the two places was for Bai Shi.

In Ren Wanxuan's description, Bai Shi was a student who switched from liberal arts to science, and her science score was always low. Ren Qian never expected that Bai Shi would be chosen.

"Go and apologize to Teacher Li on Monday," Ren Qian knocked on Ren Wanxuan's door twice and said in a deep voice, "You should know with your brain, who in Xiangcheng dares to make things difficult for our Ren family?"

No one spoke inside.

Ren Qian took out his phone and called Ji Shaorong, but no one answered. He turned to the servant and said, "Pick a gift that girls will like."

This meant that it was going to be given to Bai Shi.

Ren Wanxuan suddenly opened the door and looked at Ren Qian, "Grandpa, go find me the best teacher in North City."

She couldn't let Bai Xi outdo her.

**

It was past nine in the evening.

No. 112 Qingshui Street was still open.

Bai Xi had something to do and came back early. She was going to the store to buy milk. The store manager was sitting on a small bench outside sharpening a kitchen knife.

She was wearing a blue and white school uniform, her hair was neatly tied up, and she was holding a notebook in her hand.

As she approached the store.

The store manager stood up with a knife in his hand, "Bai Bi, you're back early today."

"Yeah," Bai Bi lazily took a bottle of milk and scanned the QR code to pay. "Something happened."

Two policemen who were pretending to be passers-by and had not yet finished their work approached hurriedly when they saw the store manager stand up. "Student, why haven't you gone home yet so late?" They

separated Bai Bi from the store manager without making a sound.

"I'll be back soon." Bai Bi paid the bill and looked up and down at the two people whose temperaments were obviously different from those of ordinary people. She

remembered that Ji Shaorong said that the police were watching the store manager.

She stuck the straw in, bit the straw and went to the alley in front to wait for Mao Kun.

Five minutes after Bai Bi left, Mao Kun dragged his heavy steps and walked over from the end of Qingshui Street.

The store manager was still sharpening the knife. He squatted in front of the store manager and watched for a minute, then commented: "Uncle, your knife is not sharp enough. It's not fast enough for cutting bones. I'll bring you a sharp one in two days."

"Not bad." The store manager turned on the knife that reflected the cold.

The two police officers who were preparing to change shifts gasped.

Bai Xi was leaning against the wall at the old place waiting for Mao Kun. Her white and slender fingers were playing with the straw, and her other hand was holding her mobile phone to recite words.

As soon as he saw her, Mao Kun quickened his pace, "Sister."

He had something to do in the next two days, so Bai Xi asked him to come a day earlier.

Bai Xi put the phone back in her pocket and tilted her head lazily. She was very relaxed, her eyebrows and eyes were shrouded in the darkness: "Add sandbags?"

She could see that Mao Kun's limbs were tied with more than one pound of sandbags.

"Oh, yes," Mao Kun raised his right hand and showed Bai Mi the silvery-white metal the size of eggs on his wrist and ankle. "I originally used iron, but my godfather said that two kilograms of iron was too big, so he replaced it with this."

Then he took out a cloth bag and showed Bai Mi four other metals of the same size. "I prepared this for you."

Bai Mi was surprised.

She picked up a metal the size of an egg and weighed it in her hand.

It was only the size of an egg, but it weighed two kilograms.

The density was much greater than that of iron.

Bai Mi had to go to school, and it was inconvenient to tie a sandbag on her hand, but such a small metal would be fine.

She picked up four pieces of metal and threw them casually, with a lazy posture and a slight smile on her lips. She praised nonchalantly: "Very good."

Mao Kun looked at her throwing eight kilograms of things casually: "..."

He had just replaced his hands with two kilograms of metal each today, and he ate less food in the evening.

"Today I will teach you to strengthen your body, in conjunction with the boxing techniques we used last time," Bai Zhu shook the four pieces of metal casually and taught him body movements, "Three training postures, the first one is left foot in front, right foot behind."

As she said, she put her four pieces of metal in his hand, "Use it as a long stick, push forward and downward with your right hand, follow with your right foot, pull back with your right hand, and push forward with your left hand..."

Mao Kun's right hand trembled when he was suddenly pressed by the eight kilograms of things.

Bai Xi slowly bent down, holding the milk carton in her left hand, and used the cold corner of the carton to press against his right hand, and gently lifted it up.

Mao Kun looked at her lazy face, and her dark eyes were clearly not aggressive, but they made him feel pressured.

"Be steady." Bai Xi let go of the milk carton after seeing that he stood steadily, calmly.

It took him half an hour to learn the three body-building movements today before he could memorize them.

"Sister, am I stupid?" Mao Kun sent her to the door, and suddenly asked cautiously on the way.

Bai Xi cut off a word, and heard it without raising her head, "Poor memory, but very talented in martial arts."

Mao Kun was stunned.

It was the first time someone praised him.

After a long while, he touched his head, "Then can I teach Xiaowu and Xiaoqi?"

They were his two followers.

"Okay." The front was the courtyard gate. Bai Di gave him a look and asked him to go back.

She stood at the gate of the courtyard and opened it without the key.

Two seconds later.

Ji Heng, who was going out to pick her up, opened the door and saw someone standing calmly at the door.

Ji Heng was silent for a moment, then stepped aside to let her in. "What are you holding in your hand?"

Seeing that she had a bag hooked on her fingertips, he reached out to take it.

His hand sank as he took it, and he almost stumbled. Bai Di quickly supported the person and looked up sincerely, "Grandpa, let me do it."

Then he slowly hooked the bag over with one finger.

It was very easy, as if the bag did not contain something weighing eight kilograms, but a feather.

Ji Heng: “…?”

“What is this?” He locked the door and looked at her. It was something the size of four eggs.

So heavy?

"Tools for exercising," Bai Xi took out a small round ball from the bag and tilted her head: "Grandpa, do you have a thicker soft belt? I'll put it on."

Five minutes later.

Ji Heng looked at his weak granddaughter and tied the four round balls to her hands and feet.

Then he said "good night" to him calmly.

**

Early the next morning.

Bai Xi and Jiang He made an appointment to go to Xiangcheng Library.

The No. 12 bus on Qingshui Street is very convenient. It runs from the city gate to Qingshui Street to the school to the library, like an assembly line, almost running through the entire Xiangcheng.

The library is just the next stop after the school.

Bai Xi saw Jiang He squatting by the street lamp post opposite the library from a distance on the bus.

He wore a blue shirt and a white vest, squatting facing the pillar, ignoring everyone around him.

Jiang Fuli stood beside him, and with a cold face, he helped Jiang He restore the damaged Rubik's Cube to three faces with the same center color.

He wore a black T-shirt, his cold white fingers seemed to be pinching frost and snow, and his long black eyelashes were drooping. He

slowly restored the Rubik's Cube with one hand, while lowering his eyes and scanning him coldly: "You squatted here all night and restored it with your feet?"

Jiang He didn't want to stay next to him, so he moved to another position and squatted facing the trash can.

"Do you think it's time for you to fit in?" Jiang Fuli sneered.

Jiang He covered his ears with both hands.

Opposite.

Ming Dongheng and Director Chen stood far away beside the black commercial vehicle, not daring to approach the two.

The nervous Ming Dongheng saw the No. 12 bus coming, he perked up, the bus stopped, a water-green figure got off, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Director Chen was originally smoking with a frown on his face.

When he saw Bai Xi, he immediately put out the cigarette, and finally knew what Ming Dongheng was waiting for, he immediately greeted Bai Xi: "Miss Bai."

"Miss Bai," Ming Dongheng also stepped forward, he respectfully handed the small schoolbag in his hand to Bai Xi, "This is the schoolbag of the young master, please give it to him later."

When Jiang Fuli was teaching Jiang He, not only Ming Dongheng, but no one in the entire Jiang family dared to approach.

Even if Jiang Xijue passed by them, they would be affected.

Jiang Fuli stayed in the laboratory all night and did not come back.

Jiang He was alone at home and did not sleep. In the middle of the night, he ran to the opposite side of the library to wait for Bai Xi. After restoring the Rubik's Cube, he squatted beside the pillar and did not move.

Ming Dongheng did not dare to disturb Jiang Fuli, nor did he dare to call Bai Xi.

Jiang Fuli's laboratory involved the handover of detectors. Ming Dongheng knew the importance of it and stayed with Jiang He here.

Jiang Fuli did not know that Jiang He was squatting here until he came back in the morning.

"Jiang He's?" Bai Xi reached out and took the small backpack with cabbage printed on it from Ming Dongheng's hand.

She was wearing a loose aquamarine double-breasted top with wide sleeves today, a dark green horse mask underneath, and her hair was still tied up with a wooden hairpin.

As soon as she raised her hand, a hint of red and a silver-white metal the size of an egg were faintly revealed on her wrist.

"Yes," Ming Dongheng glanced at Jiang Fuli, "If possible, please tell the young master that Director Chen has something to talk to him about."

Bai Di walked to the opposite side.

Director Chen still held an extinguished cigarette in one hand, and he was still staring at the silver-white metal in Bai Di's hand.

Ming Dongheng frowned and reminded him sharply, "Director Chen, pay attention to your gaze."

"Ah," Director Chen came back to his senses and looked at Ming Dongheng dimly, "Mr. Ming, don't you think the silver ornament on Miss Bai's hand looks familiar?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Ming Dongheng glanced at him grimly.

"Oh, no," Director Chen explained quickly, "Such a big piece of iridium? Such a big piece! It must be two kilograms! And it's pure natural, not recycled! It's enough to be used to make a rocket engine nozzle! Didn't you see it??!"

I just saw the price of iridium the day before yesterday, 1165. Hmm. It's hard to judge.

Time is like this for now, good night, good night .