Reincarnation: The Sweet Wife Is A Miracle Doctor
Chapter 273 - 274: Timely Return 4
CHAPTER 273: CHAPTER 274: TIMELY RETURN 4
Afraid that Jiang Tian might be scared, Nianyang and Luo Lanzhen tacitly decided not to mention the incident of Duan Tianhong and Bai Jing poisoning Luo Lanzhen’s father, only saying that Nianyang had already cured him.
Upon hearing the news, Jiang Tian was overjoyed and hugged Nianyang, praising her from head to toe. Usually, Luo Lanzhen would have joined her, laughing and joking, but this time Luo Lanzhen seemed to have become less talkative.
How to describe the feeling? It was as if she had suddenly grown up overnight, becoming very composed, and surprisingly exuded a damnable charm.
Jiang Tian couldn’t fathom Luo Lanzhen’s transformation. With her straightforward nature, she couldn’t figure it out, so she assumed that Luo Lanzhen was worried about the upcoming high school exams.
Indeed, while Nianyang and Luo Lanzhen were dealing with the Duan Tianhong and Bai Jing incident, there was unknowingly only a month left until the exams!
Now, not just Luo Lanzhen’s drastic change in personality, but the entire classroom was quieter than before, everyone engrossed in their studies, as if trapped, except for bathroom breaks.
This was quite gratifying for the teachers of each subject. Every time they saw the students being so earnest before class, they would shake their heads and say,
"If you had put in this effort in your first year of high school, wouldn’t it be easy to get into any university?"
Nianyang smiled faintly, realizing that this teacher’s phrase had been popular since the 90s.
Luo Lanzhen’s goal was City University’s Fashion Management Department in Pingjing, with a required score of 600. Her current score was far from that, so in the coming days, she was studying relentlessly.
She was so diligent that she was memorizing English vocabulary even while brushing her teeth, washing her face, and lying in bed at night. Influenced by her, Jiang Tian also became obsessed with studying.
Luckily, Nianyang was around. Whenever the two had any questions about their studies, they would ask Nianyang. Nianyang would explain her thinking process, writing out a very easy-to-understand analysis, making it simple for them to grasp.
As for Song Zheng, he had already come to terms with it. No longer liking Nianyang, he was able to relax and discuss studies with Nianyang.
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On the weekend, Nianyang left the school gate, heading to the Luo Family to prepare for contract signing. Just a few steps out, a man with a sincere face approached, rubbing the back of his head, and said,
"Comrade, could you tell me how to get to Yuanbao Street?"
Nianyang pointed the way for him, "Go straight ahead, and at the intersection, turn right and go around the street. You’ll see a bun shop; the alley next to the shop leads to Yuanbao Street."
"Uh, I’m a bit directionally challenged. Could you take me there? Once I get to the intersection, I can figure out the rest." The man pleaded earnestly, but Nianyang didn’t miss the flash of calculation in his eyes.
This man was up to no good!
Might as well see what he’s up to. After all, she had knockout powder and silver needles at hand, and she was strong. If he really tried anything, she might even do a good deed for the public!
"Sure, I’ll take you there."
Nianyang nodded, pretending to trust him, and led him towards the intersection.
As they passed a secluded alley entrance, the man suddenly clamped a hand over Nianyang’s mouth from behind, forcefully dragging her in.
Nianyang symbolically struggled for a moment, seeing him pull out a cloth smeared with knockout powder. Her eyes hardened, and she flipped the man over onto the ground with great force.
"Who are you?"
The man didn’t expect Nianyang to be so strong; he realized he had encountered someone with skills. In his panic, he was at a loss.
He thought to himself that his scheme had been exposed by her, and to prevent any slip-ups, if he couldn’t take her with him, he might as well kill her.
To avoid exposing his and his associates’ traces.