Chapter 472 - Chapter 472: 186 Jiangjing alumni, the true eldest sister, Chi Lu is back!_2

Chapter 472: 186 Jiangjing alumni, the true eldest sister, Chi Lu is back!_2

Xu Nanjing only had two honor alumni friends he was close to, Jiang Fulai and Jiang Xijue.

“I see.” Bai Lian nodded, her right elbow casually propped on the car window, her demeanor relaxed and she absentmindedly fiddled with her phone in her hand.

The convertible, the wind blew her fringed hair apart.

How did she manage to speak with such calm and nonchalance? Xu Nanjing took the time to glance at her and was thoroughly impressed.

Of course, about the honor alumni…

Xu Nanjing wouldn’t know, let alone honor alumni, if one really did the math, Bai Lian was the senior of all the honor alumni at Jiangjing University.

After all, the first president of Jiangjing University was her immediate mentor.

**

In the west of the city, Tube Building.

“You’re about to take the college entrance exam,” said the old grandmother with graying hair, holding Yang Lin’s hand in her left, her hand backs all furrows, her gaze gentle, “when you get to university, you will need money.”

As she spoke, she took out a square handkerchief from the pocket of her blue coat and placed it in Yang Lin’s hand.

Yang Lin’s grandparents lived in the countryside, and whenever Yang Jianping was in debt, he would go there in a rage demanding money, even hitting the grandparents.

Only after hearing that he was now locked up did the elderly couple dare to come see Yang Lin.

“No need, I have money.” Yang Lin didn’t take the money, she returned to her room to take out a metal box from under the bed, it contained the two thousand she drew out last time.

She counted out five hundred to give to them.

“Stop taking part-time jobs, focus on your studies first,” Yang Grandfather, who had been silent to the side, finally spoke up, “The village is collecting herbs, your grandmother and I have sold quite a bit. We’ve planted a lot more, and they will continue buying, you take it and don’t worry about us.”

Yang Lin insisted on giving them the money.

Yang Grandmother accepted the five hundred yuan and asked about other matters, “Have you found your sister?”

Yang Lin shook her head.

“Ah,” Yang Grandmother looked out the window, her tone distant, “I hope she’s alright.”

The two left after lunch.

Yang Lin saw them off and went back to her room to change clothes for her part-time job, she had two part-time jobs on weekends.

Upon opening the closet, she found the money she gave to Grandmother underneath her clothes, next to it was a black checkered handkerchief, a favorite of her grandmother’s that had been used for many years and was fraying at the edges.

Yang Lin looked at it for a while without speaking, then put the money away.

Tuition, living expenses, rent, university would need even more expenditure, she had no time for sentiment.

She left and closed the door behind her.

On the windowsill, a snow-white lily in a vase gently swayed in the wind.

Downstairs.

Yang’s mother came over with her family, her hand holding a boy who had a toy gun in his, shooting at passersby, and behind them was a girl with a milk tea, her stepdaughter Ya Shanshan.

Upon seeing Yang Lin, the boy shot a plastic bullet at her, but missed.

Ya Shanshan, aware of Yang Lin’s identity, sipped her milk tea, giving Yang Lin another look, “Hey, do you know Bai Lian and Tang Ming?”

Yang Lin didn’t reply, passing them by without stopping.

Ya Shanshan glanced disdainfully at Yang Lin’s retreating figure.

“Shanshan,” Yang’s mother turned to her stepdaughter, “who are Bai Lian and them?”

“They’re all seniors in high school, renowned figures at No. 1 High School,” Ya Shanshan gave a sideways glance at Yang’s mother, “your daughter lacks upbringing. If the father’s in prison, how far can the daughter go?”

The boy beside them repeated “lacks upbringing.”

Up ahead, Yang Lin boarded the bus.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, a call from Bai Lian.

She took out her phone, it was a second-hand one from the market, quite slow, but she only downloaded WeChat and a payment app for use. WeChat was for receiving payments as she would do homework for others in school.

“Yang Lin,” Bai Lian’s voice was always so indifferent and accommodating, “someone needs help copying three workbooks of mistakes, I asked her to add you, just charge the market rate.”

Yang Lin nodded, then realized Bai Lian couldn’t see her, her voice very soft, “Okay.”

She had just hung up when she received a friend request.

It was an iris flower avatar—

Yan Lu.

Yan Lu: [Thank you, schoolmate. This is for Zhang Shize’s use.]

Yan Lu: [Transfer 1000]

Yang Lin typed: [That’s too much.]

She knew about Zhang Shize’s situation. Most of the notebooks and exercises he used in prison were copied by her, handed over by Bai Lian and Ning Xiao, and Bai Lian even asked her to give a discount.

Yang Lin had a good memory; after copying these notebooks and workbooks once, she almost understood it herself.

Realizing that this was helpful to her, and Zhang Shize was also a classmate, she wanted to help copy for free, but Bai Lian said that clear accounts make good friends.

Yan Lu: [Transfer 600]