Chapter 90 - Chapter 90: 036 Chen Wei learns Muay Thai, Liang Ti_3

Chapter 90: 036 Chen Wei learns Muay Thai, Liang Ti_3

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There are many fans of Ren Wanxuan in the school, the kind that are good at studying, talented in various arts, and come from a distinguished family.

It’s not common.

Pu Xiaohan explained this to Bai Lian, who had just arrived at the school, “Our school is funded by Jiangjing, and they place great importance on students’ handwriting. Ren Wanxuan writes Liang style extremely well.”

Pu Xiaohan’s tone carried a rare hint of admiration.

She had long admitted that she truly respected the talents of Class 8.

Because Pu Xiaohan herself had also studied Liang style for a while, but hadn’t mastered it.

So she knew how difficult it was to achieve the level of Ren Wanxuan.

“Liang style?” Bai Lian, who was carrying a vocabulary book, paused and slightly turned her head.

Pu Xiaohan knew that Bai Lian wrote in the “Imperial” script.

Lu’s mom had mentioned it in class, saying it was neat and nice-looking. Not just Lu’s mom, many teachers who taught Class 15 started collectively disdaining the handwriting of science students.

The test papers of Pu Xiaohan, who always had neat handwriting, were not much affected by this.

“It’s Liang Zewen’s handwriting,” Pu Xiaohan thought Bai Lian might not be aware and so she explained, “You can’t not know about it, right? Many people in our school can use this handwriting, but only Ren Wanxuan writes it the best, so whenever someone from Jiangjing visits, the school would ask Ren Wanxuan to meet those big shots.”

As for exactly which big shots they would meet,

that’s not something ordinary people like Pu Xiaohan would know.

“I see,” Bai Lian retracted her gaze.

“Here we are,” Xun Qian led Bai Lian to the renovated backstage entrance, she lifted the curtain and guided Bai Lian through the procedure on stage, “When it’s time, you’ll go up from here, the spotlight will focus on you, and the final stance will be centered right here…”

The school anniversary was being taken very seriously this time, and every member of the student council was working diligently.

To ensure there were no mistakes on the day of the celebration.

Not far away,

a few sturdy girls were escorting someone as they approached. The student council president paused briefly and then went to meet them, “Chen Wei, what brings you here?”

He was on good terms with Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu.

It wasn’t that he was particularly afraid of Chen Wei; rather, he was the only one bold enough to talk to her.

Chen Wei’s gaze lightly swept over him and landed on Bai Lian ahead, “She has a performance too?”

“Yes,” the student council president glanced over there, “The new student will be performing a sword dance. There are a lot of people backstage, Chen Wei, why don’t you wait outside? I just saw Zhang Shize heading out.”

Chen Wei gave a nonchalant “Hmm” in response.

As she turned to walk outside, Zhang Shize, who had been avoiding the crowd in the auditorium, slipped away as soon as he saw Chen Wei.

When Chen Wei came out, all she saw was his retreating figure.

The smile on her face began to contort, “Zhang Shize came with Bai Lian? To watch her performance?”

“Yeah,” one of the tall and sturdy girls scoffed, spilling all the information she had gathered that afternoon, “Bai Lian is his deskmate.”

“Ah,” Chen Wei paused mid-stride, she turned back, her sinister gaze locked onto the sword Pu Xiaohan was holding on stage. She licked her lips ominously, “…A sword dance?”

That chilling look sent a shiver down Pu Xiaohan’s spine.

She clutched Bai Lian’s arm, and when she caught a glimpse of Chen Wei out of the corner of her eye, she grabbed Bai Lian nervously, “Xun Qian, let’s go ahead and leave.”

Chen Wei was unabashedly standing just below the stage.

Xun Qian noticed the change in atmosphere, and the whole auditorium became much quieter.

Pu Xiaohan handed the Longsword to a member of the student council and reiterated with earnest, “Please take care of the props for us, put it in the same place as last time.”

This was a Longsword she had custom-made for Bai Lian.

“OK.” He gave Pu Xiaohan a reassuring gesture.

As Pu Xiaohan was leaving, he took the Longsword and walked towards the props room, but after just a couple of steps, he was stopped by someone.