Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 72 - 0 Clash Thats the Phrase Ive Been Waiting for 2

Chapter 72: 072 Clash! That’s the Phrase I’ve Been Waiting for [2 More Updates]

Chapter 72: 072 Clash! That’s the Phrase I’ve Been Waiting for [2 More Updates]

Xue Yiwei could not swallow the affront to her pride.

Yesterday, instead of making Ye Wanlan give up her original spot, she became the catalyst that enabled Ye Wanlan to secure 20 summer camp spots for No.7 Middle School.

She didn’t know what nonsense Ye Wanlan had said, but she and Su Xubai spent the afternoon under the strange gazes of their classmates.

But why?

Could Ye Wanlan really be welcomed by Class 2 just because she used someone else’s generosity to get more spots?

She has no ability of her own, only relying on others.

Xue Yiwei had the utmost contempt for such people.

“Are you sick?” the vice class head couldn’t listen anymore and retorted with sarcasm, “Why should our history class have to take physics? Who do you think you are? Are you the principal? Or maybe you should tell your thoughts to the head of the history department? See if she slaps you!”

Xue Yiwei’s face turned an iron shade of green: “Such coarse language, you really have no manners at all!”

“How odd, you accuse Ah Lan of taking up spots, yet she got 20 extra spots for other students. What’s there to hog?” Su Xueqing’s tone was drawn out, “Oh, I get it, you’re just sore about it, but you don’t have the ability. Do you think this is Yunjing, where everyone has to fawn over you?”

She paused, sighed, “No, even in Yunjing, you couldn’t squeeze into the most elite circles.”

This comment infuriated Xue Yiwei, her chest heaving with emotion: “Su Xueqing, you—”

“I can get spots, and I can also cancel spots.” Ye Wanlan stood firm, protecting Su Xueqing, “If you don’t want it, I can remove it. Satisfied?”

Xue Yiwei was left speechless, her throat dry, her face burning red, the picture of utter disarray.

By that time, even more people had come to school, frequently glancing towards Xue Yiwei.

The gazes like thorns on her back were too much for Xue Yiwei to bear; she covered her face with her school uniform sleeve and hurried back to Class 2.

“Such character.” Su Xueqing said tiredly, “Don’t look at how arrogant she is here, in front of Yunjing’s top power figures, she wouldn’t dare utter a word.”

“Ignore her.” Ye Wanlan hummed, “Xueqing, help me out during the big break.”

Su Xueqing’s attention was quickly diverted: “Sure thing!”

After two classes, Ye Wanlan took a bottle out of her backpack.

She opened the lid and handed it to Su Xueqing: “Smell this, is it the scent?”

It was her specially concocted medicine meant to suppress the flowering of the Curative Herb.

Su Xueqing sniffed it, surprised: “Yes, that’s right, it’s the scent I’ve smelled before.”

“Good.” Ye Wanlan recapped the bottle, sealing off the medicinal scent.

“My crazy friend thinks the Curative Herb is no more precious than cabbage, not only because he has a lot of it but also because he doesn’t know how to make the medicine.” Su Xueqing said, “This medicine is passed down from generation to generation in Taiyi Palace, and the current Great Elder holds the prescription.”

Ye Wanlan smiled: “Not going to ask how I know it?”

“I won’t ask.” Su Xueqing was serious, “You trust me, I trust you. Whatever you have is yours, and it doesn’t concern me.”

Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow: “If you were in ancient times, you would be a great official as well.”

“I wish I could be.” Su Xueqing rested her chin on her hands, “The history books say that starting from the Grand Ancestor Ning’s time, women could become officials. Shen Mingshu, the Female Prime Minister during Emperor Zhaozong’s era, was unequaled both before and after her time.”

Ye Wanlan listened quietly.

“But I have really thought about something, if I were born three hundred years ago and studied medicine diligently, could I have cured Princess Yongning?” Su Xueqing suddenly said, “If so, maybe the Ning Dynasty wouldn’t have fallen so early.”

Ye Wanlan did not speak, her eyelashes drooping.

Neither the Master of Taiyi Palace nor the Taiyi Palace Elders Group could cure her illness.

It was fate.

But she refused to believe in fate.

“There will be a chance.” Ye Wanlan turned her head, her smile faint, “Once you learn the Taiyi Divine Needle.”

Su Xueqing was startled.

What opportunity?

To meet Princess Yongning?

She tapped her forehead, indulging in wishful thinking again.

**

At noon, Ye Wanlan went to the counseling room for tea as usual.

She enjoyed watching Yan Tingfeng make tea; indeed, it could calm her heart.

Rong Yu asked her, “I heard that this morning, someone from the physics class issued you a challenge?”

“A challenge?” Ye Wanlan’s expression was indifferent, “Can that even be considered a challenge?”

“Good mindset, Student Ye.” Rong Yu gave a thumbs up, “No matter how much they jump around, they won’t affect you at all and will only make themselves a clown.”

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Ye Wanlan sipped her tea slowly.

“Hey, Student Ye, my brother is quite good at physics. How about you let him tutor you?” Rong Yu suddenly suggested enthusiastically, “Liking history doesn’t conflict with studying physics, right?”

Ye Wanlan looked up, her eyes meeting Yan Tingfeng’s.

He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a long, slender forearm: “The honor would be mine.”

“Two years ago, several scientists researching quantum entanglement won awards for proving the existence of quantum entanglement through the study of Bell’s inequalities,” Ye Wanlan said. “It caused quite a stir in the world of physics.”

“Hmm.” Yan Tingfeng nodded with a smile. “In classical physics, the motion of a harmonic oscillator will not exceed the range from -a to a, but in quantum mechanics, everything becomes different…”

As he listened to their back-and-forth, Rong Yu suddenly became confused: “Wait, wait a minute…”

What on earth are they talking about?!

However, when two maniacs are immersed in a battle of wits, ordinary people have no chance to interject.

In what followed, Rong Yu began his apprenticeship in incomprehensible discussions. He only heard terms like “Copenhagen interpretation,” “many-worlds interpretation,” “hidden variable theory,” “spontaneous localization”…

Countless specialized terms, many of which he didn’t even know how to spell.

Rong Yu stared woodenly at the ceiling until an hour later, when he had already taken a nap and woken up, the physics chant in his ears had disappeared.

“Are you done talking?” he yawned. “Physics really is a sleep aid. If I can’t sleep in the future, I’ll just listen to physics lectures online.”

“We’re done,” Ye Wanlan turned her head. “Doctor Rong, what were you trying to say at the beginning?”

Rong Yu: “…”

What use is his mouth when it’s all about making up the lesson!

“I didn’t say anything, I mean, my friend here is not good at physics at all. Student Ye should definitely help him catch up on lessons!” Rong Yu declared with righteousness.

Yan Tingfeng was still curled up on the sofa, blinking lightly: “Is that possible?”

“We can talk about it, but there’s no need for lessons.” Ye Wanlan shook her head slightly. “It’s getting late; I should go back to class.”

Yan Tingfeng coughed twice, smiling faintly. “Miss Ye, take some snacks with you. They can stave off hunger when you need.”

Bing He, who had been waiting outside for a while, immediately handed over a delicate box.

“Thank you,” Ye Wanlan said politely. She then told Yan Tingfeng, “Remember to take your medicine on time.”

Yan Tingfeng’s smile was gentle: “I’ll heed Miss Ye’s words.”

Rong Yu: “…”

Can you not act so harmlessly obedient?

Who are you fooling?

Well, certainly not him!

**

A few days later, the seven-day deadline for delivering the Curative Herb arrived.

Mr. Luo came to the Lin Family’s residence almost impatiently: “Old Madam Lin, the deadline has come. Where is the Curative Herb?”

In the living room, the elders were present, and the younger generation, except for Ye Wanlan, Lin Wenli, and siblings Lin Qin and Lin Yue, were sent away, unaware that the Lin Family had just skirted the edge of life and death.

Madam Lin did not speak.

She had already arranged with Mr. Luo that if the Lin Family could not produce the Curative Herb, they would leave a way out for her and her husband.

As for the rest of the People of Lin Family, they had nothing to do with her.

“Apologies, but before we formally deliver the goods, I have one more question,” Ye Wanlan spoke indifferently. “The contract only states that we should deliver the Curative Herb, but the price is not mentioned. Does Mr. Luo intend to reap benefits without sowing?”

Madam Lin cursed in her heart, “Who is ‘we’ with you?”

“The price can certainly be discussed,” Mr. Luo said somewhat impatiently. “The premise is that you can produce the Curative Herb.”

Ye Wanlan nodded slightly: “So Mr. Luo still intends to reap benefits without sowing. In that case, I believe you fabricated the purchaser at the Global Center for commercial fraud.”

“Nonsense!” Mr. Luo jumped up in a rage, his face turning red with anger and embarrassment. “Old Madam Lin, what do you mean by this? Are you ready to let a girl who hasn’t even finished high school represent the Lin Family?”

Lin Weilan smiled faintly: “Ah Lan is my granddaughter and the eldest grandchild of the Lin Family. I’m old now; it’s the era of the young. How could Ah Lan not represent the Lin Family?”

With this statement, Lin Qingwen and Madam Lin’s expressions subtly changed.

After nearly twenty years of absence, Ye Wanlan had only recently been brought back to the Lin Family. Why should she receive Lin Weilan’s favoritism?

“Mr. Luo hasn’t answered my question yet,” Ye Wanlan tapped the table lightly, her gaze sharp. “Are you conducting commercial fraud by deliberately inducing Lin Qingwen to sign the contract under an unclear state of mind?”

Madam Lin stood up furiously, but before she could retort, “Ye Wanlan, what nonsense are you spouting—”

“Sit down!” Ye Wanlan said coldly. “I didn’t tell you to speak now!”

The overwhelming presence pressed down, and Madam Lin, breathless from the confrontation, fell back into her chair.

Her face turned deathly pale, breathing chaotic.

Lin Qingwen hurried to support her, about to say something but immediately silenced by a glance from Lin Weilan.

“Nonsense! Of course, I’m not trying to benefit without giving anything in return,” Mr. Luo said, laughing in fury. “Fine, the product for payment; if you can give me the Curative Herb, I’ll pay the Lin Family ninety million. Besides that, I will let you meet the purchaser from the Global Center!”

Unfortunately, the Lin Family did not have the Curative Herb.

Ye Wanlan: “Is that all?”

“Besides the ninety million, the Lin Family can make one request, provided it’s within my capacity. Is that sufficient?” Mr. Luo sneered. “Miss Ye, do you have any more questions?”

Ye Wanlan leaned back, finally revealing a smile: “No more questions, that’s very good.”

This was what she had been waiting for.