Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 42 - 0 Ye Wanlan trying to stem the overwhelming tide 2

Chapter 42: 042 Ye Wanlan trying to stem the overwhelming tide [2 updates]

Chapter 42: 042 Ye Wanlan trying to stem the overwhelming tide [2 updates]

The Physics Group Leader was fretting about his excitement in creating and proctoring the exam, worried it might shatter a child’s enthusiasm for learning and their integrity.

All of a sudden, when he heard such a sentence, his brain went blank for a moment, “What’s finished?”

“The physics test,” Ye Wanlan said, “I want to do the history test now, can I, Teacher?”

“You’re done? Impossible, absolutely impossible!” the Physics Group Leader exclaimed in horror, “You… you can’t just scribble anything! You must respect physics.”

He picked up the paper and quickly scanned it, astonished to find that Ye Wanlan hadn’t scribbled at all. Instead, her handwriting was neat, and every question had been answered.

And…

The questions within his line of sight were all correct.

These were problems he had set just the day before yesterday, intentionally made difficult for the physics competition, so he remembered them vividly.

Even the top physics student at No.1 Middle School would undoubtedly be trounced.

But now…

Disaster!

Light left the eyes of the Physics Group Leader.

He… he seemed to have encountered a physics maniac even more twisted than himself?!

At this moment, in the administration building,

The Director of Admissions checked his watch every few minutes until half an hour passed, and then he finally began to relax slightly.

Every time No.7 Middle School had an exam, and if it was the Physics Group Leader who set it, there would certainly be students carried out and put in ambulances.

This little girl named Ye Wanlan had a good mentality, worth cultivating!

“Old Liu, has Student Ye come to register? Which class has she been placed in?” the No.7 Middle School Principal rushed into the Admissions office, “The new history-chemistry-biology class won’t be formed until next week, let her go to class 1 first.”

Contrary to No.1 Middle School, No.7 Middle School had two history-chemistry-biology classes.

“Ah? Oh,” the Director of Admissions wasn’t clear why the principal suddenly took an interest in the transfer student but still reported the location honestly, “She’s in the middle of an exam, supervised by Teacher Ren.”

The No.7 Middle School Principal immediately became anxious, “What exam? With her ‘nine buildings’ worth of assets,’ do you think you can compete with that? Idiot!”

The Director of Admissions was scolded into a daze, “What nine buildings?”

Dreaming of nine buildings?

Alas, the principal was indeed slacking off and sleeping during working hours, going mad.

“Get out of the way.” The No.7 Middle School Principal hurried off to the individual exam room.

His precious student couldn’t be bullied by that insane Physics Group Leader!

As lost as a monk facing a riddle, the Director of Admissions could only follow.

“Principal, you… you’ve still got it!” He panted heavily, “At this year’s autumn sports meeting, you have to compete on behalf of the teachers, it’s absolutely necessary.”

Who would have thought the principal, past his fifties, would suddenly bolt away with the speed of a sports champion?

“Ren, if you’ve scared off my nine… my precious student, I’ll never let you off the hook! Huh?!”

The No.7 Middle School Principal stared dumbfounded as the Physics Group Leader gripped Ye Wanlan by the shoulders, faced flushed with excitement, looking like he wanted to kneel down.

“What’s going on here?” the Director of Admissions was just as stunned.

“Shoo, shoo, shoo, whatever you’re doing is none of my business.” The No.7 Middle School Principal pushed aside the Physics Group Leader, “Student Ye, don’t be frightened, we won’t deal with him, and you don’t need to continue the exam, let’s get to class.”

Ye Wanlan didn’t want to leave, “But I haven’t done the history test yet.”

“You don’t need to, the school trusts you!” the No.7 Middle School Principal asserted solemnly, “Student Ye, you are a very good student.”

This was his ‘nine buildings’!

The No.7 Middle School Principal finally persuaded Ye Wanlan to leave with him after promising her a set of ten history tests.

After they left, the Physics Group Leader still maintained his previous posture, unmoving.

“Yo, Teacher Ren, what are you acting out?” the Director of Admissions said mockingly, “What, you met a student with a good mentality, and now yours is falling apart?”

He moved forward to tidy up the papers, and just as his gaze landed on them, his movements stalled.

The Director of Admissions turned the paper over again, and saw that the back was also filled with complete answers.

Though he didn’t understand physics, it was obvious these problems were very simple for the person answering them, completed in one go.

This…

“Get lost! Don’t you dare touch my paper!” the Physics Group Leader suddenly snapped back to reality, roaring fiercely, “This is my treasure! No one is allowed to touch it!”

The Director of Admissions: “…Okay.”

He had always said that people who study physics are lunatics and should be avoided at all costs.

**

In class 2-1,

“Today, our class welcomes a new student,” the class teacher announced joyfully, “Let’s all give her a round of applause!”

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“Clap, clap, clap—”

The applause was enthusiastic.

The students glanced at each other, wondering who would transfer so close to their senior year.

Ye Wanlan had already changed into No.7 Middle School’s black and white uniform, yet her stunning appearance and exceptional demeanor could not be hidden.

She stood on the podium with her backpack, giving a brief self-introduction, “Ye Wanlan.”

This name seemed familiar to a few students in the class, who all revealed subtle expressions, but most were excited.

“How do you write those characters, classmate?”

“‘Ye’ as in the night when brooding over the wind and rain,” Ye Wanlan said softly, “‘Wanlan’ as in pulling back the raging waves.”

“Sounds very cultural!”

“What a grandiose name, not just anyone can live up to it.”

“Student Ye will join us in our classes from now on,” the class teacher added. “Student Ye, please find a seat for yourself.”

Suddenly, a single statement kicked up a storm!

“Student Ye, sit here with me! Over here!”

“Back off, don’t fight with your sister. Ah Lan should sit by me.”

“But sister, I’m your deskmate.”

“Not anymore, you’re not. Move your desk away right now.”

The students were all very excited, vying with one another to invite Ye Wanlan to be their deskmate, with some even considerately pulling out the chair next to them.

Ye Wanlan stepped down from the lectern but placed her backpack at the back row by the window.

This move made everyone around sigh.

The veins on the class teacher’s forehead throbbed as he scolded, “Look at you all, acting like you’ve never seen the world!”

Ye Wanlan sat down and extended her hand towards her new deskmate on the left: “Ye Wanlan, pleased to meet you.”

The girl had been reading a book; her eyes widened slightly in surprise.

But in the end, she extended her hand as well: “Su Xueqing, pleased to meet you.”

“Alright, class time is here, focus on your studies,” the class teacher rolled up his book and tapped it on the desk. “If anyone drags the class down in the final exams again, don’t blame me for dealing with you.”

The class ended quickly. Ye Wanlan packed up her stationery and turned her head, “Shall we grab lunch together?”

Su Xueqing pursed her lips, whispering, “Sure.”

Both were not particularly hungry, so they chose the least crowded food counter to line up, ate quickly, and left together.

At that moment, a figure leaped out.

“Hey hey, Student Ye, we meet again.” Rong Yu greeted her with a face full of spring breeze.

“…..” Ye Wanlan was uncharacteristically silent.

Indeed, she genuinely had no clue why she’d encounter this fool at No. 7 Middle School.

“Let me introduce myself again, Rong Yu, the current head of the psychology department at No. 7 Middle School,” Rong Yu cleared his throat. “Student Ye, it’ll be very convenient for you to find me. I’m just across from your teaching building.”

Ye Wanlan’s pupils narrowed as she turned her head and accurately gazed towards the second window on the fourth floor.

The man wore a set of new-style white casual clothes with a traditional flair, resting his head on his hand as he looked down, their gazes meeting.

He didn’t seem surprised to see her. His phoenix eyes curved up, a smile spreading as if to lightly brush against his heartstrings.

“Xueqing, I have something to take care of, I’ll go ahead,” Ye Wanlan nodded and bypassed Rong Yu to the psychology consultation room.

“Eh?” Rong Yu watched her leave, then turned his affable smile to Su Xueqing. “Hello there, would you like to come…?”

Su Xueqing clutched her backpack straps with a guarded look: “No, thanks.”

She then ran off in haste.

Rong Yu scratched his head.

With such a kind and friendly face, why did she run away when she saw him?

On the fourth floor, within the new psychology consultation room.

As Ye Wanlan pushed open the door, she was greeted with the aroma of tea.

“Miss Ye has arrived, please take a seat,” Yan Tingfeng lifted his hand with a mild smile. “I’ve just brewed some tea, please have a taste.”

Ye Wanlan accepted the teacup and slowly sipped: “Such a fragrant Dongting Biluochun.”

The taste was full-bodied and rich, smooth on entry, with a mellow and fresh aftertaste.

“If Miss Ye likes it, I can make tea for you every day,” Yan Tingfeng said nonchalantly, tapping his fingers lightly on the desk.

To know at once what tea he had made—such keen senses.

“Twisting, rolling to show the tips, and drying…” Ye Wanlan spoke softly. “Nowadays, there are few who know the ancient methods of tea making.”

In her past life as well as this one, she had always enjoyed tea drinking, and her teacher—the Imperial Tutor Han Yunsheng—was an expert at brewing tea.

He would make tea while she learned zither, Go, calligraphy, and painting from him.

If her studies pleased him, she could drink any of his tea freely.

Sometimes, when the Daning Female Prime Minister Shen Mingshu came by, she would watch the two of them engage in tea contests and learned a thing or two as well.

However, the culture of tea had also been interrupted for a long time now.

Ye Wanlan’s expression grew slightly somber.

“I’m very interested in intangible cultural heritage, and it seems Miss Ye shares this interest,” Yan Tingfeng smiled gently, his eyes as clear as daylight, pristine. “There is still much more. Miss Ye can take your time to taste. If you have any favorite tea you’d like to drink, you can tell me. Even if I don’t know it, I’ll try to learn.”

He found the sensation of slowly getting closer to her fascinating—the feeling, very peculiar.

**

Meanwhile, at Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.

Even the principal himself had only just found out about the installation of surveillance outside the psychology consultation room.

The psychology department was separate from other subjects, with its own group leader for management, and the principal typically did not interfere.

This time, however, the matter involved Zhou Hechen and Sheng Yunyi, and he could no longer remain detached; it was time to take control of the psychology department.

The Zhou Family and the Sheng Family were not forces one could easily provoke.

“Teacher Li, sorry to disturb you,” the principal of No.1 Middle School sought out the leader of the psychology group and said flatly, “This Ye Wanlan is no longer allowed to undergo psychological consultancy, put her on the visitor system’s blacklist, and inform the consultants in the group as well. Do not take her courses under any circumstances.”

If she’s not a student of No.1 Middle School, she shouldn’t use its resources.