Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!-Chapter 82: Cannon Fodder Sister of the Female Lead (34)

This time, Cheng Lie also accompanied Jiang Lai to the village entrance, then took out a delicate black box from his bag and handed it to Jiang Lai.

"Take a look, see if you like it."

Jiang Lai opened the box and saw a silver ladies’ mechanical watch quietly nestled inside, with two sparkling small diamonds embedded in the dial. She picked it up and felt its weight in her hand.

"Wow, it’s so beautiful, hurry and help me put it on."

Jiang Lai eagerly extended her left hand, and Cheng Lie helped her put on the watch, the silver watch complementing the girl’s fair and slim wrist perfectly.

At this moment, Cheng Lie noticed the jade ring on Jiang Lai’s left ring finger.

"This ring..."

"Oh, it’s a gift from my neighbor grandma, isn’t it pretty?"

Jiang Lai stretched out her hand to show off, only for Cheng Lie to immediately grasp her wrist.

"This is something from He Xing’s grandma, isn’t it?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"He Xing mentioned before that his grandma had an heirloom ring meant for his future wife. She gave you this without you questioning its meaning?"

Cheng Lie’s tone was a bit low, and the smile in his eyes faded.

Jiang Lai seemed unconcerned.

"She fainted outside during winter, and I saved her, so she gave me this as a gift without explaining its significance. Besides, it’s not what you think, don’t overthink it."

"Take it off and return it to them, I’ll buy you a better one."

Jiang Lai frowned.

"Didn’t you say we aren’t a couple? If we’re not together, why do you care so much?"

Cheng Lie uncharacteristically tightened his lips, stared at Jiang Lai’s persistent mouth, resisting his internal urge despite his hand instinctively gripping her wrist, his last shred of reason telling him to respect the girl in front of him.

"Jiang Lai, I can’t argue with you, nor can I force you, but this ring holds extraordinary significance. Be good, return it, and I’ll buy you anything you want."

"Then if I want the moon you’ll get it for me too."

"I think you should ask for something more practical, what’s so great about the moon?"

Suppressing laughter, Jiang Lai quietly removed the ring from her hand.

"I understand, although you don’t want it, I’ve already considered you as my partner. I’ll avoid doing things you dislike."

With those words, Jiang Lai turned to leave, but Cheng Lie didn’t release his grip.

"Let me prepare a bit more. I won’t disappoint you."

"Cheng Lie, then hurry up, I want to be in a relationship with you right now."

Jiang Lai’s directness made Cheng Lie’s face flush red to his ears, gently he squeezed her palm, murmuring softly.

"Mm, I want that too."

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"Heartbeat Value is seventy-six now, so pure and innocent, almost like he’s never seen a woman before."

Jiang Lai completely ignored him, continuing to focus on her studies.

Her academic performance was stable, constantly ranking first in her year, significantly outscoring the second place.

Since the status of English rose, her grades soared to new heights, almost perfect English test papers were consistently posted on the big blackboard next to the school playground. Every day after school, many people would stop in front of the blackboard, some even copying down Jiang Lai’s English translations to memorize.

To improve everyone’s English grades, the principal personally approached Jiang Lai, asking if she would be willing to write some good phrases and sentences on the blackboard each day to help everyone learn together.

Jiang Lai agreed cheerfully, during physical education activities every day, she would jot down some simple yet practical sentences, along with common grammar and vocabulary, beneath the blackboard.

In this way, every day, people crowded around the blackboard to copy the notes, memorize them.

It’s manageable for first and second years, but primarily third-year students came across grades to ask Jiang Lai questions at the first-year classroom entrance almost daily.

Many from Jiang Qu’s class sought Jiang Lai to borrow notes, Jiang Lai was generous, granting requests as long as the attitude was good, and they returned it within a day.

Consequently, Jiang Lai’s English notes became the most coveted review material for third-years, causing competition over them, leading even to fights between two boys.

The third-year dean had no choice but to arrange to have the notes copied on the blackboard bit by bit daily, erasing them before the next class.

Proven effective, Jiang Lai’s notes truly worked well, learning according to her methods yielded significant results, many saw great improvements in their English scores. A month before the college entrance exam, some raised their English proficiency from thirty to fifty, an increase of twenty points. This progress made everyone enthusiastic about learning as Jiang Lai advised.

But Jiang Qu never borrowed the notes; her transition from disdain to panic took only a month.

She didn’t expect that a mere notebook could truly accelerate improvement like this.

She actually wanted to borrow the notebook too, but every time she asked others for the copied notes, someone nearby would sarcastically remark.

"Some folks sure have a thick skin, accusing others yet still using their notes."

These words made Jiang Qu both angry and anxious, initially stubbornly relying on her methods, but later she even borrowed all-English books for review. Yet, she couldn’t understand the material in the books, struggling through a whole night without comprehending a single page, wasting time.

Her condition worsened, her mental state tightened increasingly, during the last round of mock tests before the college entrance exam, she plummeted to the bottom ranks of her class, a regression leaving the class advisor helpless, futilely comforting her to no avail. Her mindset had already collapsed, making it impossible for her to focus on studies amidst complex painful emotions.

No progress in English would’ve been tolerable, but other subjects regressed alongside.

From originally assured college acceptance, now teetering uncertainly.

Jiang Qu cried every night.

Unwilling to go home, she spent the last three months constantly in the dormitory studying, eventually throwing chairs and tearing books, the roommates no longer wishing to speak with her, avoiding her on sight.

Everyone was tense.

But none were like Jiang Qu, driving themselves to such dire straits.

With only ten days remaining, the class advisor had no choice but to call Jiang Sheng and Liu Shuping over.

"Jiang Qu’s condition isn’t great currently, try to counsel her, if it doesn’t work, let her relax at home."

Anyway, with only ten days left, not much learning could be accomplished.

In the dorm, Jiang Qu adamantly refused to go home.

"No problem, I can get into college, I definitely will."

Liu Shuping naturally believed her, feeling the teacher was exaggerating.

In her view, having passed the preliminary exams meant college entry was set.

Jiang Sheng remained mute, finally speaking as he was about to leave.

"Don’t pressure yourself too much, our family doesn’t lack one university graduate."