Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 95 - 095 The Real Score! Sister Lan Treats Brother Yan [1 Update]

Chapter 95: 095 The Real Score! Sister Lan Treats Brother Yan [1 Update]

Su Xubai took it over and when he saw it was the ranking for the physics category of the science subjects, he shook his head and said, "Director, I want to see the ranking for the history category."

"History category?" The academic director was taken aback, then suddenly realized, "Oh, you’re here to admire the grace of the first in our grade this time as well? Take a look."

A score of 743 was high enough to make the principal excitedly dance.

There was a hint of mockery in Xue Yiwei’s eyes.

Admire?

With her and Su Xubai’s family backgrounds, did they need to look up to Ye Wanlan?

She knew plenty of sons and daughters of Yunjing aristocratic families; each one was more outstanding than Ye Wanlan.

Truly capable people were always modest and low-key.

The second transcript was put in front of Su Xubai, and the academic director was still talking, "This Student Ye is really impressive. Even without the scoring system, her original scores were perfect. The scoring system actually wasn’t very favorable to her, luckily, her Chinese, math, English, and history are so strong that it’s freakish, still unmatched."

By the time Su Xubai saw those two 100s in the column for original scores, he’d already zoned out and wasn’t listening to the academic director at all.

The big questions on genetic biology and the elective questions on chemistry were both set by Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School this time and were very difficult, so he hadn’t managed to get all of them right.

Neither had Xue Yiwei.

Both of them naturally assumed that Ye Wanlan had benefited from the scoring system to be awarded full marks.

But now...

Ye Wanlan’s original scores were perfect?!

Su Xubai’s pride had suffered a severe impact for the first time, his hands trembling as he held the transcript.

Sensing his anomaly, Xue Yiwei also looked over and her pupils dilated, she couldn’t help but exclaim, "How did she..."

The academic director watched the change in both of their expressions, quite understanding.

After all, in the morning every teacher had undergone the same transformation, and out of sheer excitement, the teaching research group had even organized a large-scale disco.

"The principal is really happy today, isn’t he? With those scores, next year’s liberal arts top scholar is just within reach, right?" the academic director said, blowing on the tea in his cup, "You two need to perform well too. No.1 Middle School has a top science student, don’t get overtaken."

Su Xubai and Xue Yiwei left the office looking like lost souls, their complexions pale, their steps shaky.

The academic director muttered, "Their reaction is so strange, as if they’ve seen a ghost."

**

In the evening, to celebrate Ye Wanlan and Lin Wenli having completely finished their second year of high school, Lin Huaijin cooked a whole table of dishes and even specially bought two bottles of wine.

But before he could open the wine, Khor Peiqing mercilessly took it away from him.

"Peiqing, I’m just so happy today, I want to drink," Lin Huaijin said cautiously, "Just one cup, no, one sip!"

Khor Peiqing: "It’s not bedtime yet, stop dreaming. Don’t let me catch you drinking, or you know the consequences."

Lin Huaijin felt disheartened.

"Uncle, drink this instead." Ye Wanlan considerately poured him a glass of juice.

Lin Huaijin felt even more dismayed and could only vent his anger on Lin Wenli: "What’s your total score this time? Did you improve from last time?"

"737 points," Lin Wenli said expressionlessly, looking at him, "Dad, don’t think about redirecting your anger at me - mom will still scold you."

Lin Huaijin: "..."

You little brat!

He then turned to inquire about Ye Wanlan’s score.

"743," Ye Wanlan stated, "I will answer the questions well next time."

Lin Wenli: "?"

You’re saying you got how many points in the liberal arts?

Although under the scoring system, for biology and chemistry, even if one didn’t score perfect marks, as long as one’s ranking was high enough, one could be awarded full marks.

But for Chinese and history, those were the original scores!

Lin Huaijin quickly seized on Lin Wenli’s slip-up, he shouted, "Lin Wenli, did you see that? Your cousin scored higher in history than you did; you should reflect on yourself."

Lin Wenli ignored him and just looked at Ye Wanlan, "Can you... explain the Chinese paper to me tomorrow?"

"I have an appointment tomorrow to treat someone," Ye Wanlan said, "But I’ll be available after I come back in the evening; you can ask me anytime."

Lin Wenli frowned, "Someone? A man? Don’t get deceived by a man. They always like to sweet-talk you into things, but that’s just their facade; they could be different behind your back."

Isn’t Zhou Hechen exactly the one who uses such despicable and shameless means?

"Don’t worry, it’s not yet clear who is deceiving whom," Ye Wanlan responded with an indifferent expression, "Wenli, I’ve already organized my physics notes. I’ll trouble you to give them to Zheng Xue over the weekend and tutor her."

Hearing this, Lin Wenli pressed his hand to his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

Tutoring Jiang Zhengxue would be like talking to a cat.

But a few seconds later, he resigned himself to take the notes from Ye Wanlan’s hands.

**

Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng had agreed to meet on Saturday at ten in the morning.

In July, Jiangcheng was extremely hot, and by that time, the sun was already high, searing.

Under the floating willow branches stirred by the breeze, dressed in a new-style white plain robe, Yan Tingfeng stood in the shade.

He wore a hat that concealed half of his face, and from beneath the hat flowed soft silver-white hair that cascaded over his shoulders, sparkling splendidly in the sunlight.

Even so, passersby couldn’t help but look back.

Ye Wanlan stepped forward, frowning, "Why didn’t you take your medicine today?"

"It’s nothing serious, just covering the hair color," Yan Tingfeng said as he saw her, his phoenix eyes curving into a smile, "When I’m out alone with you, I still want to cater to your preferences."

In fact, he hated his white hair; ever since he had awakened, he too had suffered from discrimination because of his white hair.

But that night, she said that white hair looked good.

Ye Wanlan raised her hand, hooked a lock of his white hair, and twirled it around her finger, her brow furrowing tighter after a few seconds.

The appearance of white hair could have many causes: great joy or sorrow, serious illnesses, or even dietary factors could all affect the formation of melanin and the growth cycle of hair, resulting in the hair turning white.

Of course, there were other possibilities.

In the past, among the Six Great Sects of Daning, two practiced arts and methods, one named "Penglai" and the other named "Beiming."

The so-called arts and methods were not about cultivating immortality but the inheritance of Taoism over five thousand years in Shenzhou, and the crystallization of wisdom and martial arts.

She had heard that the Beiming Sect had a technique that allowed the user to burst forth with manifold strength in a short time, but at the cost of their life. Their hair would also turn white due to the loss of vitality.

"How did it turn this color?" Ye Wanlan asked softly.

Yan Tingfeng remained silent for a moment, then smiled lightly, "I’ve witnessed the deaths of many friends."

As the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, amid life-and-death crises in Shenzhou, he was unable to protect everyone close to him.

Ye Wanlan’s gaze slightly sharpened, "No wonder..."

She too couldn’t bear such a profound blow.

"Let’s go buy the medicine first," she patted his shoulder, "Follow me."

Yan Tingfeng obediently followed, though his eyes gradually darkened.

After they had picked out the medicine, it was one in the afternoon. Ye Wanlan booked a hotel for them, convenient for rest and treatment.

"Here." She signaled for him to sit down, "Stretch out your hand."

Yan Tingfeng did as told, looking very pure and clear.

Ye Wanlan took out a few gold and silver needles from a long case, sterilized them with fire, and then slowly inserted the gold and silver needles into Yan Tingfeng’s arm.

"It might hurt a bit," Ye Wanlan asked, "Do you need some sugar?"

For the first time, Yan Tingfeng laughed involuntarily, feeling a place in his heart that was hard as iron being gently touched, and he sighed softly, "Miss Ye seems to treat me like a child."

"You could say that," Ye Wanlan still produced a piece of candy with her left hand and tossed it to him.

She, too, was an old soul who had lived over a thousand years; claiming to be anyone’s ancestor was not an overstatement.

After a round of acupuncture, Ye Wanlan’s forehead was covered with fine sweat, but her eyes remained steady, "How do you feel?"

Yan Tingfeng slowly clenched his hand, "It is indeed the Taiyi Acupuncture Technique."

Among the Six Great Sects, Taiyi Palace might not be the strongest, but it was the most crucial existence.

In the life of one surviving in the Jianghu, who didn’t lick blood off the edge of a knife?

He too had been pulled back from the brink of death by Taiyi Medical Practitioners several times.

"It is the Taiyi Acupuncture Technique, but it’s not enough for you," Ye Wanlan shook her head, "Wait until I’ve recuperated, I promise you, you’ll recover."

In her previous life, although she had not studied medicine, she had perused the Scripture Pavilion of Taiyi Palace, and after being reborn with her memories in the cycle of reincarnation, she relied on her powerful memory to silently write out the ten volumes of the Taiyi Divine Needle.

Before she turned fourteen, she had just completed the fifth volume.

Without the Transcendent Woman, according to her plan, by now she should have completed the eighth volume.

The girl’s blue eyes were profound, like the vast ocean, and for a moment, Yan Tingfeng was spellbound.

She seemed to possess a strong sense of reliability and safety, compelling a person to submit uncontrollably.

"Alright," Yan Tingfeng blinked gently and then remarked suddenly, "Today’s sugar is sweeter than last time’s."

"Sweeter than last time?"

"Yes, very sweet."

Perhaps, it was not just the sugar that was sweet.

**

At two in the afternoon, in the principal’s office of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.

"Miss Yunyi, you’re too kind," the principal of No.1 exclaimed with sincere apprehension, "It was our mistake last time that led to the deliberate destruction of your painting, and yet you are still willing to gift us these additional paintings."

Sheng Yunyi smiled slightly, "Principal, I am a graduate of No.1 Middle School after all, giving back to my alma mater is only proper."

"Thank you so much," the principal of No.1 thanked her again, instructing the vice-principal to take the two paintings Sheng Yunyi gifted to the art department.

"By the way, I haven’t asked yet, how did the joint examination results turn out?" the principal of No.1 called the vice-principal back, "Did No.2 and No.3 Middle Schools have any particularly outstanding students?"

After the middle school exams each year, the admissions department of No.1 would sweep through the city like locusts, pocketing all the top talents, far outstripping the other four prestigious schools.

Thus, the top scholars in arts and sciences each year were undoubtedly from No.1.

The principal of No.1 habitually inquired.

Sheng Yunyi also looked up, listening attentively.

"There weren’t any from No.2 and No.3," the vice-principal shook his head, sighing heavily, "Lin Wenli was still the top in the sciences, but in the liberal arts, a student from No.7 Middle School took the top spot in the joint examination, really incredible, she surpassed our students by a full forty points, it’s unbelievable how she managed that."