The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 510: Battle 203 commences, a clash of two champions_1
 

At ten in the morning, the sun was plenty strong.

Light passed through the clouds and settled on Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, falling upon the boulder that had stood for a thousand years.

Bai Lian reached out her hand to shield her eyes from the glare, her gaze fixed on the powerful and resonant characters inscribed on the stone. In the interplay of light and shadow, it was as if she saw the comrades who had fought the last battle with her a thousand years ago.

The interweaving of light and shadow was blurry.

A thousand years later, Bai Lian stood beneath the line of poetry she had written with her spear raised.

About to fight her first battle.

The photographer held up the camera, intending to check the framing in the viewfinder, but his attention was captured by the girl inside the lens.

She stood amid the crowd, her face slightly turned, with half-tied hair resting on her shoulder. The girl in the lens had eyes that held the fierceness of warhorses and iron soldiers, as if she had traversed mountains and rivers, emerging from the battleground to split open hills of corpses and seas of blood on horseback.

Despite the crowd of students around her, rowdy and joking, in that instant, they all but became her backdrop.

The photographer involuntarily focused the lens and pressed the shutter.

After capturing the moment, he reviewed the photo just taken. The composition was beautiful, like a destiny revolving through a millennium, filled with a mysterious sense of story.

He admired it for a while, planning to send it to the student later.

The students of Class 15 had mostly lined up, and the photographer put down his camera, amplifying his voice, “Students, quickly get into place, the teachers can take their positions now too.”

The disciplinary teacher, who was negotiating with the principal about exactly how many banners were ordered, stopped upon hearing this. He adjusted his shirt and walked forward solemnly.

In the crowd.

Pu Xiaohan was holding her video camera, filming the making-of footage. When everyone was almost ready, she put down her camera and stood up.

Seeing Weng Qi actually pulling up the banner, she said, “Wait a moment, let the photographer take a picture of us without the banner first, then we can take one with the banner later.”

This was the result of Pu Xiaohan’s discussion with Lu Lingxi.

“Take one without the banner first?” Weng Qi folded the banner, stuffed it into his pocket, and patted it, “Fine, I’ll bring it out again later.”

“Weng Qi, lower your head a bit.”

“Don’t squeeze me, Xiaohan, I’ll stand on your right…”

“Can I stand in front of Sister Lian please…”

“You go to the front; even on tiptoes, you aren’t taller than me.”

“…”

The students of this class, dressed in uniform traditional clothes, chatted noisily.

Beneath the lens, they were green and vivid.

The photographer, looking at these bright and youthful students under the sun, unexpectedly recalled his own school days, that bygone youth which would never return, wondering how many of these students would still be in contact with each other in a few years.

He sighed—

“Click.”

The photo was taken at that instant.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

For the second shot.

Weng Qi asked a classmate to move aside, leaving a space, then he turned to Ning Xiao on his left, mustering his courage, “Top student, can you cooperate with me?”

Ning Xiao looked down, his fringe hiding his dark eyes.

He coldly eyed the absurd banner in Weng Qi’s hands without saying a word.

Having interacted with Jiang Fulai for so long, Weng Qi no longer found Ning Xiao as unapproachable as before.

“Top student,” Weng Qi passed one corner of the banner to him, assessing the distance of roughly one person between him and Ning Xiao, he tentatively asked, “Good Man is your deskmate, so if you hold it, isn’t it like he’s here too?”

As he spoke, he cautiously lifted the banner in his hand.

Ning Xiao stared at the red banner and still said nothing.

Bai Lian stood in front of the two, with the space Weng Qi and Ning Xiao left behind her.

She tilted her head back, “Ning Xiao, help him hold it.”

Ning Xiao coolly extended a finger and hooked the corner of the banner.

His expression was especially somber as he held the banner.

Weng Qi gave Bai Lian a hand gesture of thanks before waving at the photographer, “We’re ready now, you can take the picture!”

The photographer lifted the camera and was drawn to the banner, seeing the symbol that read “One Good Man” on it, he thought to himself about how serious students’ nicknames are nowadays, as in their time they were things like Fart Prince or Crazy Wild Boar…

After all the photos were taken.

Lu Lingxi sent a student to call down Class 16 for their group photo.

Pu Xiaohan, meanwhile, took out her camera to film the class’s candid shots, and Weng Qi called the boys to stand on the roadside and shouted to Pu Xiaohan, “Pu Xiaohan, hurry, take a group shot for us guys!”

Pu Xiaohan readied her camera and turned to point it at them.

Weng Qi stood in front of everyone, directing them to pose. Before he could speak, a few taller boys hoisted him up as they shouted, “Taro Xiaobei!”