NOVEL ONLINE FREE 30: Funeral Offerings
“Bai Ling, I think we still have classes tomorrow.”
“We’ve already missed two days of classes, isn’t that not very good?”
“There’s a path through the mountain of books for the diligent, and a boat across the sea of learning for the hardworking. Reading is the ladder of human progress, learning makes me happy.”
“Shut up and lie down.”
“Wuwuwuwu…”
Half an hour later, Bai Ling lay to the side, giving the blonde girl an exasperated look.
It was just half an hour and she was already crying, and she hadn’t even used telekinesis.
Today she wasn’t particularly happy or unhappy, nor had she suddenly become interested.
It was just because they were staying at a hotel, a couples’ hotel at that. If they didn’t do anything, it would feel like something was missing.
Of course, in Bai Ling’s view, Yuan Xiaoning was the same—she didn’t put in much effort, it wasn’t long, and there weren’t many tricks, but if she didn’t cry a bit, it would feel like something was missing.
In summary, they had just gone through the motions with each other.
When she turned her head again, Yuan Xiaoning was already sound asleep. She was always like this, resting her little head on the pillow and falling into a deep sleep.
This blonde, big-breasted girl, was there really nothing else in her mind besides tangling with her?
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The next morning, they did properly get up and return to school. Although they missed two classes, at least they didn’t skip the afternoon classes.
After a full three days, Gu Hui and Qiao Lili finally saw their beautiful, cute, and busty roommate. She looked in good condition, her pretty little face glowing, as if she had been well-nourished.
“How many times?” Gu Hui asked quietly.
Yuan Xiaoning pouted and snorted coldly: “Do you remember how many slices of bread you’ve eaten?”
The teaching building for classes was far from the Sports Department, and the blonde girl’s confidence rose again.
“Can you tell us in detail,” Qiao Lili leaned in, “Elaborate for us.”
Yuan Xiaoning disdainfully puffed out her chest: “There’s no need to elaborate. I can only tell you that in this battle, I scared Bai Ling so much she didn’t dare to lay a hand on me.”
You see, she didn’t use her hands, she used telekinesis.
“Is that so impressive?”
“Awesome, awesome.”
The two roommates didn’t take it seriously, but they did tell her something else: “Cloud Sea Game Company has been urging you, saying the new script is out and asking you to find time to try it.”
Yuan Xiaoning blinked: “They didn’t contact you?”
“No, just you,” Qiao Lili lowered her voice, “I feel there might be an issue. Be careful, and if it doesn’t feel right, just don’t go.”
“Mm-hmm, I’ll be cautious.”
It doesn’t matter, I’m at peak Level 3, and I’ll definitely go with Bai Ling anyway.
But that’s next week’s business. This weekend, there’s a big show to be staged.
School days were steady. Yuan Xiaoning had already graduated from cultural courses, and her major courses relied entirely on talent. With a good voice, she was justified, and the teacher even praised her voice for being more mellow than before.
That’s how the Water Dragon King is.
On Friday afternoon, after the last class, Yuan Xiaoning said goodbye to Gu Hui and Qiao Lili and walked out of the school gate.
Then she saw Bai Ling standing there waiting for her.
“Bai Ling, did you just finish class too?”
“No, I didn’t have the last two classes, so I came early to wait for you.”
“Oh, so you were waiting to go home together, hehe.”
Yuan Xiaoning thought to herself, how important am I, the female protagonist can’t even go home without me.
Bai Ling stood behind, glancing at the happy blonde girl without saying anything.
The day after tomorrow, at her parents’ grave, was the day of reckoning she had arranged. But going back to listen to the Zhang family talk today, she might lose control of her emotions again.
Going back with Yuan Xiaoning, if she felt unwell, she could vent her anger on her first.
Yuan Xiaoning herself didn’t know the reason. The blonde girl was still happy, even happy as she entered the house.
“Well, look who’s back,” Zhang Shanshan sat on the sofa, speaking in a sarcastic tone, “Why so happy? Did you pick up money on the way?”
“Well, I didn’t directly pick it up,” Yuan Xiaoning snorted, “But a game company invited me to voice act. I can get tens of thousands of yuan just for saying a few words casually.”
Anyway, Zhang Shanshan couldn’t verify it, so she could make up any number. If she wasn’t worried about it being too fake and immediately seen through, she would have added at least two more zeros.
Sure enough, hearing this, Zhang Shanshan’s face looked very unpleasant.
“What are you so proud of? Without fame, offering such a high price, they must want to take advantage of you. You’ll regret it when you’re thrown on the bed…”
After muttering for a while, Zhang Shanshan saw the white-haired girl behind Yuan Xiaoning and dared not continue.
Resentment aside, she still remembered the speed of the basketball Bai Ling had thrown. If the angle had been off by just a bit, it might have literally blown her head off. After all, a head isn’t as sturdy as a cement wall.
“Xiao Ling is back,” Zhang Shengkang walked out with a newspaper, “Sit down and have dinner first.”
He sat at the dining table, chatting with Bai Ling while reading the newspaper, asking about interesting things at school, as if he knew nothing about the “misunderstanding” between her and his daughter.
After the meal, Bai Ling took the initiative to say: “Uncle Zhang, can you take me to pay respects to my parents the day after tomorrow? I checked the weather forecast, and the weather will be nice that day.”
A rare cloudy day in summer, there might be showers, possibly developing into a rainstorm.
Not suitable for visiting graves, but suitable for burial.
Zhang Shengkang had never paid attention to the weather two days from now. Hearing Bai Ling say this, he really thought it would be a sunny day: “Okay, no problem. Is there anything that needs to be prepared?”
Anyway, Mr. Gray had sent a message saying he had found the right people, just needing to confirm the time and place.
“Yes, let’s buy some funeral supplies tomorrow,” Bai Ling said, “Things like joss paper and paper crafts.”
This suggestion was very reasonable, and Zhang Shengkang agreed without thinking.
Early the next morning, the early-rising Bai Ling dragged Yuan Xiaoning up. Zhang Shengkang waited in the car at the door, with Zhang Shanshan in the front passenger seat. Two out of three members of the Zhang family were out, leaving only Huang Ling to watch the house.
Bai Ling and Yuan Xiaoning sat together in the back seat, resting with their eyes closed.
Zhang Shengkang glanced in the rearview mirror and said, “I found a local funeral shop online, next to the temple fair. It has a very good reputation, with reviews praising it to the skies.”
A suddenly popular funeral supply store, praised very highly, but also very expensive. But it doesn’t matter, after all, she’s a distant niece, let her go out in style.
In Zhang Shengkang’s eyes, tomorrow was Bai Ling’s day of death. Letting her be buried with her parents, using the most expensive joss paper and offerings in the city, was also a show of his “goodwill” as an uncle.
As for the super cute, big-breasted girl beside her, she would probably be taken by those people as a plaything.
What a pity.
“Mm,” Bai Ling replied from the back seat, “Okay, uncle, I’ll leave it to you.”
Buy whatever you want, after all, it’s for your own use.
The temple fair was about a forty-minute drive away. They got stuck in traffic for a while, taking nearly an hour. Fortunately, they left early, so it wasn’t yet lunchtime.
Yuan Xiaoning had nothing to do in the car so she ate snacks, finishing all of Zhang Shanshan’s snacks, which angered Zhang Shanshan to the point of grinding her teeth.
“You eat everything, aren’t you afraid of getting fat in the future!”
“I’m not afraid,” the blonde girl patted her chest, “Even if I gain weight, it’ll just be here.”