Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!-Chapter 468 - 25: The Cannon Fodder Stepsister Doesn’t Want to Die

Chapter 468: Chapter 25: The Cannon Fodder Stepsister Doesn’t Want to Die

Jiang Lai was deep in thought when someone interrupted her. She looked up expressionlessly before returning to her contemplation. This indifferent demeanor caused those around her to frown slightly. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Even Guo Li felt that Jiang Lai was indeed a bit strange.

Qiao Chuweng felt Jiang Lai’s gaze but maintained her smile as she continued explaining problems to the person opposite, hiding a hint of disdain in her eyes.

If she keeps pretending, she might get a harsh reality check from her scores, revealing how vast the gap between them truly is.

By then, she’d like to see if Jiang Lai could still maintain her fragile self-esteem.

Guo Li, feeling a bit sorry, tossed a note to Jiang Lai.

Jiang Lai opened it and saw a line written on it.

[If you don’t understand something, ask now. You won’t get this chance again.]

Then Jiang Lai tossed one back to him.

[Okay, I haven’t encountered anything I can’t do yet.]

Guo Li: ...

I didn’t realize the new student was such a good pretender.

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On the other side, while changing pens, Fu Ming glanced at the paper in Jiang Lai’s hand, looking at her surprisingly.

Because the paper Jiang Lai was working on was the same as the one he was working on – the previous year’s physics competition test paper.

Fu Ming took another look and noticed Jiang Lai was working on the final problem in the competition paper.

His eyes showed a trace of confusion, but once he saw her approach, it was replaced with astonishment.

The answer to last year’s final problem could be found online, but those solutions were too concise and used many professional physics formulas. He planned to solve it using his own approach.

But a whole day had passed, and he still hadn’t come up with a clear idea. Yet, the moment he saw Jiang Lai’s paper, the blockage in his mind suddenly loosened.

Of course, assuming his eyes weren’t deceiving him.

In the following minutes, Fu Ming couldn’t concentrate. His eyes kept drifting to the paper in front of him.

Jiang Lai wrote, stopping occasionally to lightly bite her pen, her smooth forehead clear of any hair, giving a fresh and tidy appearance.

Jiang Ci, taking the opportunity to glance at Jiang Lai while explaining problems, caught her breath of relief and smile, quickly understanding that was her expression after solving a challenging problem.

Seeing this pure happiness, he had to admit that Jiang Lai seemed to be dazzling and quite impressive.

After finishing, Jiang Lai started tidying up her paper.

Qiao Chuweng raised her head, looking at Jiang Lai.

"Classmate, do you have any questions?"

Jiang Lai looked at her and nodded.

"No, maybe sitting across from a top student made my mind particularly clear today, solving problems much faster."

The smile on Qiao Chuweng’s lips paused momentarily.

She didn’t expect Jiang Lai to say that.

Looking at the time, an hour had already passed since class ended.

"Oh, looks like helping you practice didn’t do much for you. Sorry for wasting your time. If you’ve got things to do, you can leave first."

Jiang Lai finished packing, shaking her head repeatedly.

"Of course it helped! Right, Fu Ming?"

Fu Ming, deep in thought, suddenly heard his name, snapped back, recalled her correct final answer, and couldn’t help but ask.

"I’ve got some questions for you."

"Sure, let’s talk outside. It’s stuffy in here."

Fu Ming, preoccupied with the problem, nodded without hesitation and followed Jiang Lai out with a blank sheet for notes.

In the corridor, Jiang Lai leaned against the wall, pulling out her scrap paper.

"Here, take a look."

Fu Ming saw its content, initially shocked, then carefully studied it, experiencing enlightenment at the evolving steps.

"Did you solve this yourself?"

"What do you think? Where have you seen this method before?"

Jiang Lai’s tone wasn’t particularly friendly, but Fu Ming, not sensitive to these things, only cared about the problem at hand.

"Done reading?"

"Yes, but I still don’t understand some parts, like how these formulas came to be from here to here."

Jiang Lai leaned over for a look.

"Oh, I saw those in the 2017 Su Province’s second physics competition simulation paper. Thought they’d be useful, so I saved them."

"You’ve done simulations from other provinces too?"

"Yes."

Fu Ming’s gaze at Jiang Lai transformed from surprise to a hint of admiration.

After all, they were just sophomores and had only just started with these competition questions, but Jiang Lai’s progression was clearly beyond theirs, even more than he had imagined.

"Which questions do you usually practice?"

Through the window, Qiao Chuweng looked for the seventh time at the two figures in the corridor.

She watched them get closer until their shoulders were almost touching.

Seeing this, a surge of anger rose within her.

Qiao Chuweng knew Fu Ming’s personality – aloof and cool, distant towards everyone. He rarely spoke, and aside from herself, he ignored everyone, even the principal.

This special treatment from Fu Ming often moved her heart.

But now, Fu Ming, who was always distant, actively engaged with Jiang Lai, continuously talking.

What could Fu Ming possibly find in common with Jiang Lai?

Where was the shared language between them?

Qiao Chuweng felt her heart prickling with discomfort, losing her patience and warmth. When Zhu Yang tried to ask her again, her expression shifted to a strained smile.

"It’s no use asking me about this question. Even if I tell you, you’ll still get it wrong next time. It’s too hard, no need to waste time on such advanced problems."

Saying so, she picked up her cup, went to fetch hot water, and came around to stand beside Fu Ming, giving him a tap.

"What question takes so long to discuss? Let me take a look."

Saying this, she took Jiang Lai’s scratch paper from Fu Ming’s hand, glanced at it, and smirked.

"Classmate, this is a physics competition’s final problem. Asking Fu Ming about it is a waste of time for you, isn’t it beyond your level?"

Fu Ming frowned, about to speak when Jiang Lai spoke up.

"I’ve said all I needed to say. Keep the paper; I have things to do, so I’ll be going."

With that, Jiang Lai slung her bag over her shoulder and left without an extra word.

Qiao Chuweng silently clenched the paper in her hand.

What’s there for her to be so arrogant about?

Meanwhile, Fu Ming kept his eyes on the paper in her hand, cautioning her.

"Be careful not to crumple it; I still need it."