The Young Matriarch
Chapter 585 - Chapter 585 Chapter 585 The Fairy He Saw Couldnt Be Bai Chuwei

Chapter 585: Chapter 585: The Fairy He Saw Couldn’t Be Bai Chuwei, Could It? Chapter 585: Chapter 585: The Fairy He Saw Couldn’t Be Bai Chuwei, Could It? Some girls couldn’t wait any longer and, tugging on Tong Qingyan’s arm, pleaded, “Qingyan, Qingyan, if you meet that Immortal Teacher, could you get an autograph for me? I’ll thank you in advance!”

When one girl spoke up, the surrounding students also got excited, chasing after Tong Qingyan for the Immortal Teacher’s autograph, and there was even a rich second-generation top student willing to pay for Tong Qingyan to get an autograph on their behalf.

Having that signature, and hanging it up at home would be so delightful!

Once again, Tong Qingyan finally felt what it meant to be a campus goddess.

Ever since Bai Chuwei arrived at Henghua First Middle School, since the downfall of her Tong Family, her life had been quite miserable.

The smile on Tong Qingyan’s face grew even brighter as she agreed in a gentle voice, “If I manage to meet that Immortal Teacher backstage, I’ll definitely try to get autographs for everyone.”

The classmates grew even more excited, with the girls almost dying to give Tong Qingyan a big hug!

This was the finance department’s department flower after all–smart and beautiful, an existence one should look up to. Yet Tong Qingyan was friendlier than anyone else!

Just look at the campus belle called Bai Chuwei next door, who might not even acknowledge your greeting.

In this comparison, Tong Qingyan is definitely better!

Since class was still a few minutes away, everyone gathered together, chattering excitedly about the Immortal Teacher’s exploits.

Duan Xingye and his friends were sitting by the window when his two roommates seemed tempted and nudged Duan Xingye with their elbows, asking, “Xingye, should we ask Tong Qingyan to bring back an autograph for us?”

Top students are proud, but when faced with a genius smarter and more capable than themselves, they’re not much different from fangirls.

Fresh young talents keep emerging in the entertainment industry, but such an Immortal Teacher comes once in a century!

Duan Xingye let out a dry laugh, “You guys want Tong Qingyan to get an autograph for you, but it would be better to ask me to get it for you.”

Others might not know who the Immortal Teacher is, but he and his fourth uncle knew better than anyone else.

Isn’t he just sitting in the classroom next door?

Ask Tong Qingyan for an autograph? Do you really think Weiwei would give Tong Qingyan one? Naive!

If you ask me for a favor, Weiwei will give one.

His roommates thought Duan Xingye was joking and laughed, patting him on the shoulder.

Duan Xingye looked around and asked in a low voice, “How come Zhang Tiancheng hasn’t arrived yet? This is the first class of college, after all.”

One roommate frowned and recalled, “I think he went to the statue of Lady Bai early in the morning, at around five. I heard he… went to cultivate immortality.”

Duan Xingye: “…”

Duan Xingye’s dorm was pretty harmonious; the four of them got along quite well. The only odd one out was Zhang Tiancheng, who, aside from studying and reading, was mostly interested in sitting cross-legged on his bed, commonly known as cultivating immortality.

As they were talking about him, Zhang Tiancheng came in with a book under his arm and a black pen wedged in it.

Seeing him sit down, one roommate teased, “Tiancheng, cultivating immortality again? How’s your cultivation going today? Are you about to fast and become immortal?”

Zhang Tiancheng looked weary, and replied irritably, “Don’t be so skeptical, there really are Cultivators who cultivate immortality!”

The surrounding students burst into laughs, feeling that Zhang Tiancheng hadn’t woken up yet.

With his cheeks slightly flushed, Zhang Tiancheng insisted, “I’m telling the truth, I’ve really seen a Cultivator. In my freshman year of high school, I was a poor student. One night I saw a Fairy descending from the sky, who even spoke to me, I…”

The laughter of the surrounding students grew louder, and one boy even blurted out, “Were you half asleep in the middle of the night?”

Duan Xingye looked at Zhang Tiancheng as if he’d seen a ghost; the Fairy he saw in his freshman year couldn’t be Bai Chuwei, could it?

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