The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

“Then why did you come here?” Principal Li looked at the headmaster of the international class and then at Bai Lian.

He was hesitant. Why would Beicheng let go of this person?

Everyone in Xiangcheng had always wanted Bai Lian to go to Beicheng, feeling gratified that the students could have a better platform.

After all, with the teaching staff at Xiangcheng, projects were often blocked by Beicheng, and the principal hoped the students could receive a better and more comprehensive education.

But now, looking at Principal Li and the headmaster of the international class, then positioning Bai Lian behind him, “I only just found out that Miss Bai Lian was previously from your esteemed school. Now that Miss Bai has left the school, we should respect her wishes.”

When Bai Lian first came to Xiangcheng, her grades were nothing special.

And thinking of her sudden transfer to Xiangcheng, the principal’s smile also slightly receded.

“Beicheng has better teaching resources and renowned master lectures in the last semester,” said the headmaster of the international class, knowing that money was no object to Bai Lian, “If you’re willing to return, you can receive a better education and score higher.”

He was deeply impressed with Bai Lian.

When she first arrived at Beicheng High School, the Bai Family donated a large sum to the school, with only one request: to have her in the international class, which he initially agreed to.

He taught mathematics, supervising only top students, and couldn’t stand someone who was almost completely clueless about math for even a second.

He promptly moved her to the arts class, and at that time, Bai Lian became the talk of the entire Beicheng High School.

The thorn in the flesh of Beicheng High School.

The headmaster of the international class had almost forgotten about her, but now, dredging her from his memories, he felt quite bewildered as he faced the girl before him.

“I think Xiangcheng is quite good,” Bai Lian lowered her eyes, telling the Xiangcheng principal, “I also told Mr. Lu I’m not leaving.”

She genuinely disliked Beicheng High School.

They wanted the Bai Family’s money but didn’t want to accept the Bai Family’s young lady.

Of course, the young lady’s grades weren’t good, but that wasn’t a justification for their ambivalence.

“Then let’s not leave,” regret filled the Xiangcheng principal, who patted Bai Lian’s shoulder, “You go back and continue studying.”

Bai Lian turned and walked towards the door.

Seeing her actually leaving, the headmaster of the international class raised his voice, “Bai Lian, haven’t you always wanted to be in the international class? Educational resources are ruthless. Having a good teacher as a guide is several times better than working in isolation. If you don’t come with us to Beicheng now, you won’t have another chance later.”

Bai Lian didn’t pause in her steps.

She was still thinking that it was fortunate Jiang Fulai wasn’t there; otherwise, she would have loved to debate with them about what a “good teacher” is.

She earnestly didn’t want to return to Beicheng High School.

Principal Li and another had come excitedly in the early part of third grade, hoping Beicheng High School would gain a powerful new addition.

“If she doesn’t want to return, then let it be,” Principal Li had come personally and still couldn’t persuade Bai Lian, now feeling somewhat annoyed.

He lowered his head to check Bai Lian’s information on his phone, which wasn’t very useful. He had just asked someone from Beicheng to collect it, and most of it was details of Bai Lian hanging out at bars and street racing. Looking at these—

How could Principal Li not figure out how she managed to score 692?

“Her grades are not as stable as Song Min’s, and it’s only been half a year. I wonder if she can truly surpass Song Min.”

It wasn’t long before.

The Song Family also heard the news.

Mrs. Song stood in front of a table, holding a yellow rose, arranging flowers, murmuring, “She really isn’t planning to return to Beicheng?”

“Right,” Song Min wore headphones, a recording playing on his mobile phone screen.

“Well, that’s a pity,” Mrs. Song’s eyes dropped.

Song Min wasn’t paying attention to what Mrs. Song was saying. He wasn’t very concerned about whether Bai Lian was returning or not; he was solely focused on the recording sent by Bai Shaoqi.

After listening, he replied to Bai Shaoqi, “It lacks a bit of the killer instinct of ‘Gambling with Liquor’.”

Yan Lu’s song had become a hit, and Bai Shaoqi had transcribed the score knowing Song Min liked it, recorded it with a guzheng, and sent it to Song Min.

Bai Shaoqi: “I’ll revise it then. If you think it’s ok, I’ll post it online.”

Bai Shaoqi: “I’m still working on ‘Autumn Again’. I’ll let you hear it once I finish.”

Few who liked “The White Robed Journey” did not enjoy Yan Lu’s new song.

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After leaving, Bai Lian went to the library to borrow the books listed for her by an academician from Ma Institute; he had listed only four books, and the library had none of the three.

“These three books are too obscure,” the librarian apologized to Bai Lian, “We can’t find them at all.”