The Young Matriarch-Chapter 277 - : A Surge of Fright Arose in My Heart
Chapter 277: Chapter 277: A Surge of Fright Arose in My Heart
The worker said helplessly, “It looks like we’ve dug into an ancient tomb.”
Upon hearing this, Li Qiang’s steps faltered and his legs almost gave way beneath him as he nearly knelt on the ground, shouting almost in a roar, “What did you say? An… ancient tomb?”
The smile could no longer stay on Li Qiang’s face, and his complexion turned from red to white…
Ancient tombs below, if it’s a large one, how can the foundation possibly be constructed? Forget about residential buildings, even a commercial district would be impossible to build!
Zhou Ying’s heart pounded violently, nearly bursting from her mouth, her hands clenched tightly into fists.
It was true!
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What Bai Chuwei had said was true; there really was an ancient tomb below, and it might even be an emperor’s tomb!
Zhou Ying’s body trembled slightly, a wave of relief washing over her.
Thank goodness!
Thank goodness she had believed Bai Chuwei beforehand, otherwise the consequences…
Zhou Ying listened to her two assistants behind her gasp in amazement and continually express their relief. Wearing her high heels, Zhou Ying walked toward Li Qiang, who was as pale as a ghost, and said with a smile, “President Li, I forgot to congratulate you on winning the bid just now. Now, let me offer my congratulations!”
“You, you—” When Li Qiang heard this, his eyelids twitched and he fainted on the spot.
Zhou Ying’s heart was filled with laughter, utterly delighted!
She had never expected to see Li Qiang suffer such misfortune in all her life.
All thanks to Bai Chuwei…
Zhou Ying, excited, turned her head to look at Zhang Ling, who was kneeling on the ground, crying and hitting the floor.
Her cries were so loud that they moved everyone around her.
Zhang Ling, she was truly pitiable.
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With only a month left until the college entrance exams, the main focus for seniors was on doing practice problems and attending review sessions. Bai Chuwei wasn’t fond of taking tests, preferring to spend her time in the corner playing with birds and cats.
Oh, and recently a ginger cat had started hanging around the school, always squatting by the window next to Bai Chuwei begging to be stroked.
Duan Xingye sat nearby with his headphones on, using his cellphone to do an English listening exercise, when he happened to notice a pop-up message.
“Breaking news! Relics found on the eastern outskirts of Haicheng, archaeological team claims it could be the tomb of the founding Emperor of Dachu Country.”
Duan Xingye patted his chest, saying with a lingering sense of fright, “Thank goodness the college entrance exams are next month. Who knows if there will be documents in this Emperor’s tomb that randomly add new questions to the tests.”
Bai Chuwei stroked her chin, recalling that the Emperor’s tomb indeed contained many books unknown to later generations ‘The Hundred Poems,’ ‘Governance Fu,’ and other famous works that had been passed down through the ages. She couldn’t help but shed a tear of sympathy for the students who would have to deal with these in their middle school and high school exams.
In the future, the students would have to memorize them, haha.
Bai Chuwei patted Duan Xingye’s head and reminded him, “You might want to check out the study videos online these days.”
Duan Xingye was confused, what did that mean?
Tong Qingyan had already taken leave to go home, and she probably wouldn’t be coming back to school for the final month before the college entrance exams.
Duan Xingye couldn’t help but feel a bit ashamed; he had actually watched Tong Qingyan’s study videos, but unfortunately… he barely understood them.
While watching, his hands would say they got it, but when he started to solve problems on his own, his brain would say it didn’t.
It was that cruel.
Just then, a knock came from outside the classroom, and a classmate stood at the door, “Bai Chuwei, the principal wants you to stop by the office.”
Petting the soft fur of the ginger cat, Bai Chuwei had already guessed what it was about and said with a smile, “I’ll be right there.”
She rose and walked out, the ginger cat meowing as it followed behind her. She strolled through the corridor and leisurely entered the principal’s office.
Before she could see clearly, a figure rushed toward her, crying out, “Miss Bai, please, I beg you, help me.”
