YM778.TV Chapter 67: 028 My epitaph won’t have a single word of regret_2
Chapter 67: 028 My epitaph won’t have a single word of regret_2
She withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyes, concealing the emotions at the bottom of her eyes, “Come see me at the same time next week. Then, replace the sandbag with a two-pound iron ball.”
Mao Kun dragged his heavy steps back.
When Bai Lian returned, it was already eleven o’clock. Unlike usual, when she would have been solving practice questions, today she did not. Instead, she opened Qiandu and searched for “Taekwondo.”
There were many videos online.
There were also lots of promotional ads for training centers, and she repeatedly watched videos of Taekwondo.
Some from a certain country, quite showy with flashy moves but of little practical use.
Is this what many people are learning now?
Bai Lian looked up, gazing quietly out the window.
A room, a person, a bright moon.
A message suddenly popped up at the top of her phone; it was from the Jiangjing Preparatory Camp app she had logged into earlier.
Bai Lian clicked on it and saw that she had a new follower on her account.
She was startled, thinking it was an official account at first, until she followed the follower back to their own account— Account name: L
Monthly points: o
Total points: 99999999 Number of followings: 1
Number of followers: 12587
Bai Lian:
Indeed, she had guessed it was him, so she clicked to follow back.
She smiled, then went back, and closed Qiandu.
In this era of peace and prosperity, with clear skies and calm rivers, she would no longer encounter bandits or pirates, there was no need to worry about safety, only to focus on studying. Learning these flourishes should suffice, and she should feel happy about that.
Xiangcheng No.l Middle School marked test papers quite quickly.
By Monday, basically all the scores were out.
The first class in the morning was with Lu Lingxi, and for a change, Zhang Shize and his group had not arrived late today.
As soon as Lu Lingxi entered the classroom, she handed the pile of test papers to the class representative to distribute.
This time, the Chinese language test was standard. Class 15 always had good scores in Chinese. Out of 150 points, the average score reached 106.
Fourteen points ahead of the second-place Class 8.
After class, Lu Lingxi took the test papers, her gaze shifting to Bai Lian’s seat.
The girl, dressed in the blue-and-white school uniform, pulled out her practice question bank as soon as class ended. Her long lashes cast a shadow, and the sunlight from outside the window fell on her brows and eyes, gentle and elegant, as she sat holding a pen, quietly sweeping through questions.
Lu Lingxi watched her for a good while before finally speaking, “Bai Lian,
come out With me lor a moment.”
Bai Lian looked up in slight surprise. She put down her pen and followed Lu Lingxi to the corridor.
“Bai Lian,” Lu Lingxi looked at Bai Lian. “Can you tell me what you were thinking with your essay?”
“Essay?” Bai Lian raised her head slightly, pondered briefly, then admitted her fault, “Teacher, I’m sorry.”
Her eyelashes fluttered down, apologetically.
Lu Lingxi was momentarily lost for words, her voice softened, “It’s okay, just be more careful next time, especially during the college entrance exams.”
“l understand, teacher,” Bai Lian nodded.
Lu Lingxi smiled and patted her head.
Being slightly tall, she bowed her head a little to let Lu Lingxi pat it easily, “Go back. ”
After Bai Lian returned, Zhang Shize and others crowded around her. They all wore puzzled expressions on their faces, “What did Lu Ma want with you?”
“She talked to me about my essay.” Bai Lian sat back lazily, one leg casually bent, and flipped her notebook open again.
“Your essay?” Zhang Shize was surprised, “Your essay was off-topic? No way.” The essay this time was simple.
As he spoke, he grabbed Bai Lian’s casually placed Chinese answer card from the table—
Exactly 90 points.
This time the Chinese test was easy, even Zhang Shize got 109 points.
“How come you only got 90?” Zhang Shize didn’t believe it, examining her answer card ahead. There were no mistakes, so how could it be 90?
It didn’t fit her profile at all.
Pu Xiaohan also leaned in to look, nodding furiously, “What happened, were some points not added?”
Yang Lin listened intently as well.
Until Zhang Shize turned the page.
The essay topic this time was very simple, a set subject essay— [Giving up is also a form of beauty]
The topic was simple, and under normal circumstances, no one would stray off-topic. Out of 60 points for the essay, even Zhang Shize scored a high 40.
However, Student Bai Lian had written just one line—
[l will not give up, even if it means facing a mountain of knives or a sea of fire,
I would calmly embrace death. My epitaph will not contain a single word of regret. J
The handwriting was as neat as ever, stroke by stroke.
As if it had been copied from a book, orderly and pleasing to the eye.
Yet from this precise handwriting, Pu Xiaohan and others saw the defiance contained within it.
Every stroke and splash of ink was like a backbone.
Next to it was a prominently corrected “0.”
Even the underachieving Zhang Shize had never seen anyone dare to write such an essay during a monthly exam.
Classmate, isn’t writing your essay like this a bit too arrogant?