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Chapter 93: 037 Longsword Incident (Update tomorrow noon)_3

After tying it, Jiang Fulai stood up, crossed her arms, and looked down at Jiang He with an indifferent gaze.

It was then that Jiang He slowly spoke, “There’s a performance at the school celebration, Sister Bai.”

As he said this.

He took out his own ticket, “I only have one ticket.”

Jiang Fulai looked at him coldly.

She took out her phone while heading upstairs to change clothes.

She tapped on Director Chen’s profile picture.

As a result, Director Chen, who had just awakened, received the four cold words from Jiang Fulai—

[School Celebration Ticket]

Director Chen stared at those four words, instantly shivering with realization.

Through the screen, it was almost as if he could feel the chill and murderous intent coming at him, and he couldn’t help but shudder.

He hadn’t even had time to ponder why Jiang Fulai wanted tickets.

Meanwhile.

At the Chen Family’s place.

In the dark confinement room, Chen Wei, who had just woken up, got up from the floor.

The confinement room had no windows.

There was only a small slot in the door through which meals were passed to Chen Wei.

Supporting herself with her hand on the Longsword, she crawled to the door and clung to it, “Where is everyone?!”

The servant who was on guard outside cautiously approached, and before getting close, Chen Wei’s hand reached out and grabbed the collar of his clothes, pulling him closer, “Give me your phone.”

Chen Gang, who had put her in confinement, always took away her phone.

The servant, trembling, handed her the phone and told her the unlock code.

Chen Wei turned on the phone and dialed a number directly.

After ringing for quite a while, it was finally picked up by a groggy voice, “Who’s calling Dad so early in the morning?!”

Chen Wei leaned against the door.

She only remembered Zhang Shize’s number.

As the wound on her body tore, she hissed in pain, then slowly sat down, “Zhang Shize, this is Chen Wei, I have the Whitestringer Longsword. I can’t go to school; you go find Chen Zhu from Class Eight and have him come back to fetch it.”

Chen Wei knew everyone in the Chen family.

Chen Zhu knew his bounds and wouldn’t fail to come back for it.

After speaking, she hung up the phone and, trembling, leaned against the door and slowly sat down.

She then looked down at the sword in her hand with cold eyes. It truly was a pity.

She hadn’t even used it for two days at school.

Whether Zhang Shize was fond of this sword dance or genuinely admired the transfer student, she licked her dry lips, “Zhang… Shize.”

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Shize suddenly perked up, his drowsiness completely dissipating.

He hastily got up, washed up in a rush, and without eating breakfast, went to the school to find people.

Because it was the school celebration.

Today, the school was decorated with lights and colors, and everyone was dressed in their finest, creating a lively scene.

Zhang Shize lived close to the school; he rushed into the campus and after inquiring around, he finally found someone from Class Eight in the art building, and relayed the whole situation exactly as it was.

Upon hearing it was at the behest of Chen Wei, the people from Class Eight didn’t dare to delay.

Finally, having delivered the message, Zhang Shize leaned against the wall wiping off his sweat, his long legs carelessly crossed as he slowly exhaled.

Despite his exceptional good looks, not a hint of dishevelment showed.

A few girls couldn’t help but glance over several times.

His popularity in the school was no less than that of Chen Zhu. Even Ren Wanxuan, who had just entered the music room, recognized him, “What’s he doing here?”

“Chen Wei sent him to find Chen Zhu…” the person from Class Eight began to explain and then added, “By the way, where is Chen Zhu? Haven’t seen him all morning, could you let him know for me later?”

Neither Chen Zhu nor Wanxuan ever joined the class group chats.

Even those in Class Eight who could add them were scarce.

Ren Wanxuan kicked away a guzheng stool blocking her path and walked up to the piano, her voice cold, “Hmm.”

Upon hearing this, the boy sighed with relief, “Thank you.”

He went out to move other stuff.

Ren Wanxuan sat in front of the piano, tested the sound, and her phone rang; it was Chen Zhu, “Where are you? Come to the principal’s office to prepare first; the old Chen is about to arrive.”

“Okay,” Ren Wanxuan quickly stood up.

Her classmates, knowing she would be accompanying the principal to meet VIPs, watched her enviously as she left.

The principal’s office wasn’t far from here.

Ren Wanxuan saw Chen Zhu waiting for her at the bottom of the administration building.

When Chen Zhu noticed Ren Wanxuan’s gaze, he stopped and asked, “Is there something else?”

Ren Wanxuan was not acquainted with Chen Wei, and Chen Wei didn’t dare to provoke her.

Chen Zhu waited for her at the stairway entrance.

After a while, she withdrew her gaze.

She shook her head, “No.”