vstars Chapter 396 You've arrived, Jiang Baizhi
Chapter 396 You've arrived, Jiang Baizhi
At the sound of that clear shout, Old Zhang, his teacher's wife, and Zhang Cheng instinctively turned around.
At that moment, the world seemed to be slowed down.
Jiang Bai was seen running over, panting, carrying an elegant white cotton-linen dress.
The sunlight slanted down on her.
There were no glittering decorations, and even her hair was slightly disheveled from running.
A gentle breeze blew by, and the white skirt resembled the crest of a wave swaying in the spray, giving her an aura of holiness.
It is so simple that it is stunning to the core.
[Ding! Host, your "flushed face due to physical weakness," combined with that fifty-yuan white dress (shipping included), is practically a ballet perfectly suited to Zhang Cheng's aesthetic preferences.]
Jiang Bai adjusted his breathing while internally ranting:
"Shut the hell up, you little brat!"
"I overslept this morning and didn't even have breakfast before I had to cross half the campus to 'sell my looks.' You think I wanted to wear a white dress?"
"It's all because I dreamt last night that Old Zhang was all alone, a lonely old man, and my conscience bothered me, so I decided to dress as a woman to say goodbye!"
At this moment, Zhang Cheng stood by the car door, dumbfounded.
He was still gripping the handlebars, his eyes wide open like saucers.
He felt as if his heart wasn't beating, but rather fighting inside his chest.
The fawn that crashed into his heart was so powerful that it nearly shattered his 28 years of architect's rationality into ruins.
This simple, understated beauty is even more soul-stirring than the red dress she wore on stage last night.
If the red-clad Bai Zhi is an untouchable goddess, then the woman in the white cotton dress at this moment is the childhood sweetheart next door whom he dreams of and wants to wait for for a lifetime.
"Bai... Junior Sister Bai Zhi?"
Zhang Cheng stammered for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out those four words.
"Oh dear, Baizhi! Why did you come all the way here yourself?"
The master's wife was the first to react, and she went to greet him with a face full of surprise, taking Jiang Bai's hand in her hand with eyes full of love.
"You were sent away by your manager right after the weekend performance, and you're not fully recovered yet. What if you catch a cold?"
Old Zhang's eyes twitched violently as he watched his wife fawn over Jiang Bai, then glanced at Jiang Bai's stunningly beautiful but actually effeminate face, and inwardly groaned:
"Wife! Wake up! He's as strong as an ox, what's the big deal about him getting cold!"
But he dared not say it.
Old Zhang could only cough dryly and manage to utter:
"You've arrived, Jiang Baizhi."
Jiang Bai smiled faintly, her eyes conveying a delicate fragility as if she had just recovered from a serious illness, and an elegance that showed her indifference to fame and fortune.
He had initially considered whether to wear a red dress and recreate the scene from last night.
But then he thought again, although red is the most prestigious color, it represents the gods on the stage.
Only this kind of white cotton and linen dress is the kind of white moonlight in one's heart that one can remember for a lifetime, and that brings back only regrets.
Jiang Bai bowed slightly to Zhang Cheng:
"Brother Zhang, I woke up this morning and found I didn't have any classes. I heard from Lao Zhang that you're leaving today... I thought it would be right for me to come and see you off."
"During the fundraising period, Brother Zhang spent a lot of money."
"I also owe a lot to Brother Zhang for his help during the school sports meet, which made me less tired."
Jiang Bai said softly, his eyes showing just the right amount of gratitude.
"Bai Zhi, I'll remember that. Thank you, Brother Zhang."
Keep these four words in mind.
To Zhang Cheng, it was even more exciting than winning the lottery for ten million.
He grinned foolishly, rubbing the back of his head for a long time, his old face turning bright red, waving his hands incoherently:
"No, I didn't try hard enough... It's what I should do, it's all for the children in the mountains... Yes, for the children!"
Old Zhang watched his son's idiotic behavior and clutched his chest, thinking to himself.
My son, were you doing that for the children in the mountains?
I think it's for the sake of your future children!
They can't even lie properly, it's so fake!!
However, seeing that Jiang Bai specifically mentioned him, Old Zhang's helplessness dissipated considerably.
Jiang Bai knew his unspeakable secret, and still went out of her way to wear a skirt to see Zhang Cheng off this time.
As for whether wearing a skirt will send you to heaven or hell, let's not go into that.
Anyway, it can be considered that my son's wish has been fulfilled.
"Alright, alright, it's sunny outside. Bai Zhi isn't fully recovered yet, so let's not let her stay out in the sun."
Old Zhang opened the car door and waved his hand.
"Get in the car! We can talk on the way to the airport."
Jiang Bai nodded obediently and sat down in the back seat with his master's wife.
Old Zhang climbed into the passenger seat, while Zhang Cheng sat in the driver's seat with an excited expression.
The car started, and the black sedan smoothly drove out of the teachers' apartment building, speeding towards Pudong Airport.
along the way.
Inside the carriage, the air conditioning blew cold air quietly, but it couldn't dispel the strange, sticky feeling.
Especially Zhang Cheng in the driver's seat, his back was as stiff as a newly fired red brick, and his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel.
He exuded an aura of tension that suggested he might spontaneously combust at any moment due to his rapid heartbeat.
Old Zhang sat in the passenger seat, his hand tightly gripping the seatbelt, his eyes glancing at the rearview mirror every now and then.
In the back seat, Jiang Bai—no, at this moment, the gentle "Junior Sister Bai Zhi"—was holding her teacher's wife's hand, chatting softly about Parisian fashion and the weather.
[Ding! Host is detected performing an "extremely dignified" act, continuously outputting 13 points of charm...]
[Ding! Host, if you keep being this gentle, the driver in front might mistake the brake for the accelerator and end up causing a road hazard with his whole family.]
Jiang Bai was also helpless:
"Tongzi, if I don't speak up now, Zhang Cheng will suck all the oxygen out of this car!"
"Five hundred thousand! Not only do I have to sell my body, but I also have to work part-time as a mood-maker. Do you know how hard that is for me?"
"However, you still need to be careful when you press the brake instead of the accelerator."
Thinking of this, Jiang Bai smiled and said softly:
"Brother Zhang, don't be too nervous. The architectural designs in Paris are very inspired. With your talent, you'll definitely amaze those old French professors."
That shout was like a drop of ice water being poured into a boiling oil pan.
Zhang Cheng's body jolted, the tips of his bright red ears trembled, and his voice carried an unnatural excitement:
"Bai... Junior Sister Bai Zhi, don't worry, I definitely, definitely won't let you down!"
With Jiang Bai's intervention, the atmosphere in the car became much more harmonious.
And so, the four of them chatted and laughed in the car.
however.
Ten minutes into the drive, Old Zhang frowned.
He stared at the greenery rushing past the window, then glanced at the road sign that clearly read "Qingpu Direction," and his heart skipped a beat.
"Um... Chengcheng."
Old Zhang hesitated before speaking, "Although my eyesight is failing, shouldn't we head east to get to Pudong Airport?"
"Why are you heading west? This road... doesn't look like it leads to the airport!"