After I Transmigrated, the Male Lead Blames Me for Not Loving Him

Chapter 50: Oh, How Good It Feels to Be Doted Upon

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Wang, upon receiving Bai Xue’s business card, promptly retrieved his phone from his pocket, dialing her number without delay.

As Bai Xue’s phone chimed, Wang’s countenance brightened, and he uttered, “Little Xue, here’s my contact information.”

With those words spoken, Wang stowed the business card in his wallet, treating it as a cherished memento.

Observing Wang’s demeanor, Bai Xue felt an undeniable surge of pride, relishing the sensation of being doted upon by men.

“Very well, I shall commit it to memory. Brother Fa, 1 must attend to my duties,” Bai Xue replied.

“Take care,” Wang nodded approvingly.

Bai Xue nodded in response and departed from the cafeteria.

Left to his own devices, Wang sat alone, consuming Bai Xue’s leftovers with a somewhat foolish air.

In the blink of an eye, examination day arrived, and Jiang Ling’er presented her admission ticket at the examination hall.

Casting her gaze around, she discovered a larger turnout than anticipated among the participating students.

Upon locating her assigned seat using the assigned serial number, Jiang Ling’er settled into place.

Not long thereafter, Yue Ling made her entrance into the examination hall, wearing a triumphant smile while surrounded by a group of boys.

Jiang Ling’er observed this dull and mildly amusing spectacle, which served to heighten Yue Ling’s sense of superiority. Nonetheless, Jiang Ling’er knew that once the results were unveiled, Yue Ling’s laughter would cease.

Yue Ling provocatively locked eyes with Jiang Ling’er. Witnessing Jiang Ling’er’s languid countenance, Yue Ling’s brows furrowed. Was Jiang Ling’er underestimating her? When the results were revealed, Jiang Ling’er would be left utterly humiliated.

The boy sitting beside Yue Ling remarked, “Lingling, your class is full of beauties. I never expected Jiang Ling’er to look so stunning after changing her style.”

Yue Ling, sitting next to him, bristled at the mention of Jiang Ling’er’s attractiveness. Suppressing her discontent, Yue Ling declared, “Indeed, we are studying the art of performance, and appearances must be acceptable.”

The boy smiled and asked, “I heard rumors that Jiang Ling’er paid her way into this school. Is it true?”

Yue Ling deliberately glanced in Jiang Ling’er’s direction and proclaimed with raised volume, “What difference does it make whether it’s true or false? Isn’t it common knowledge that she resorted to monetary means to secure her admission? Must we employ rumors to veil this fact?”

The boy smiled, concurring, “Quite right.”

Another boy directed his attention toward Jiang Ling’er and remarked, “Lingling, do you know that the student union has organized a bet? It’s been said that thirty-six people have entered, yet only five have placed their bets on Jiang Ling’er.”

Proudly, Yue Ling interjected, “Hey, classmate, perhaps you should speak less. Miss Jiang is seated right behind us!”

“What else does she have besides the title of Miss Jiang?” the boy nonchalantly replied. “I genuinely can’t fathom why she had the audacity to take this exam.”

“Perhaps she’s not fully awake or maybe she had too much to drink,” another chimed in.

Jiang Ling’er, observing the group’s attempt to belittle her in order to curry favor with Yue Ling, responded with a disdainful smile. They were merely displaying their vanity, and they would soon weep.

If only five people were wagering on Jiang Ling’er’s triumph, she would patiently await the results to see the others shed tears.

Five minutes later, the invigilator entered the classroom, carrying the examination papers. After delivering a few brief instructions, he commenced distributing the papers.

Jiang Ling’er swiftly perused the test paper, feeling somewhat disappointed. Nevertheless, she grasped her pen and began tackling the questions.

She had anticipated that the Education Association would pose more challenging queries, yet they proved otherwise.

Twenty-five minutes passed, and Jiang Ling’er set down her pen, leaning languidly against the desk.

The invigilator, observing this, furrowed his brow and approached Jiang Ling’er. “Are you feeling unwell, student?” he inquired.

Startled by the sudden voice, Jiang Ling’er replied, “Teacher, it’s not that 1 finished too quickly. It’s just that you didn’t allow me to submit my paper early. Thus, I had no choice but to recline on the desk and wait.”

“Oh, you’ve completed everything so swiftly?” the invigilator commented, reminding her to double-check, for there would be no opportunity for recompense once the paper was handed in.

As he spoke, the invigilator cast a glance at the name on the paper—Jiang Ling’er.

He then proceeded to examine the first question on the test paper, mentally calculating the answer. He moved on to the fifth question, performing another mental calculation, only to find it correct.

Ten questions in, the invigilator retained just one. All answers were accurate. It appeared that this young girl’s performance would prove commendable.

Though the invigilator remained at her side throughout, Jiang Ling’er felt no pressure whatsoever. She simply experienced a tinge of boredom because she had nothing to do.

Very quickly, an hour passed. When the time was up, the examinees let out cries of despair and then handed the papers to the invigilator in an orderly manner.

The invigilator gazed upon the more extensive questions at the end of Jiang Ling’er’s paper. Although he couldn’t ascertain their correctness at that moment, he noted that they had all been addressed. Satisfied, he sealed the paper within a bag, a smile of contentment gracing his countenance..