When the Fair Rich Beauty Becomes the Poor Girl - Chapter 8.2

Chapter 8: Jiang Bao and Lin Can (Part 2)

Jiang Bao took a deep breath.

No one had ever dared speak to her in such a tone.

She endured the humiliation and replied, “What do you mean she doesn’t have friends? Aren’t you a friend of hers? She told me about you passing her house every morning while jogging. Your interests were similar too, you both took six AP classes together in high school, and would often choose the same extracurricular activities. She said you were also very well-mannered, but I’m surprised that you are no such person in reality.”

Xie Liao Yuan froze and asked with a scowl, “How do you know all this? Did you investigate deeply? Who told you about this?”

The two of them often met each other. In fact, it wasn’t an improbable event. Being gentlemanly was also an image he deliberately cultivated around Jiang Bao.

The high school they attended was especially famous mainly for physics, science, and technology. There were many excellent people and a lot of competitors.

Xie Liao Yuan would wake up at six in the morning every day and think he was very hardworking. That was until he found out that Jiang Bao, who lived next door, woke up at five every day.

There was a year when he got A’s in all his APs and was very satisfied, then the next day Jiang Bao came back with a trophy.

Xie Liao Yuan would pretend to ask casually, and Jiang Bao would answer, just as indifferent. If you achieved high scores for all nine APs, then you would get this trophy.

Jiang Bao was four years younger than him, and girls developed earlier than their peers.

As Jiang Bao skipped another grade, the two communicated without any difficulties.

Xie Liao Yuan didn’t like Jiang Bao much at the very beginning. Most guys would favor cute girls, but she was ambitious, goal-oriented, and proud. She thought that only achieving first place had meaning in everything that had a ranking.

Jiang Bao was patient with him as she pondered about what to say that wasn’t heard in rumors to gain his trust.

“She also said she preferred an art major, but her second brother suggested that she study business and go to MIT for economics and international business management. That was during a dinner event and you were there too, correct?”

Xie Liao Yuan: “You actually know this??”

“I told you I was friends with her. We are excellent friends.”

Xie Liao Yuan: “…”

“If you still won’t believe me, you can dial her number and ask her.” She continued to advise him.

Xie Liao Yuan asked, “What exactly are you planning?”

Jiang Bao: “What else can I do? You can turn on the speaker and hold the phone as I say two sentences from afar. If she received my call, she would definitely be happy to return and see me!”

Xie Liao Yuan: “You’re dreaming, that’s impossible.”

He knew Jiang Bao very well.

Although he said those words, Xie Liao Yuan still agreed to do it.

There were too many people there to talk comfortably, so he took her to his car and dialed Jiang Bao’s number.

A ‘beep’ resounded in the quiet space, and at the end of the sixth beep, the other side answered.

“Hello.”

Jiang Bao was in a daze as she heard her own voice, but she didn’t bat an eyelid as she said, “Hello, Lin Can.”

There was a silent pause on the other side of the phone for about ten seconds before she asked, “… Are you Lin Can?”

Jiang Bao looked at the shocked Xie Liao Yuan next to her and said calmly, “If I’m not Lin Can, then who is?”

A ‘bang’ sound was heard as the other side hung up the phone.

Xie Liao Yuan asked, “What the hell are you up to?”

Jiang Bao laughed lightly. “It must be because she was too excited to receive my call! That’s why she dropped her phone on the floor. Why don’t you call her again?”

Xie Liao Yuan: “…”

Jiang Bao blinked.

If she hadn’t realized the gap between their physical strength, she would have pounced on him forcefully! The wrist he had yanked all the way just before was still hurting.

Xie Liao Yuan: “How exactly do you know each other? Through friends?”

He didn’t dial over, but three minutes later, the phone ring cut through the strange atmosphere.

This time, it was ‘Jiang Bao’ who started the call.

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Lin Can looked at a floor-to-ceiling bookcase with trophies as she held her head.

First place in the country in microeconomics, gold medal in debate, first prize in French Language competition, and horse racing trophies… she was now someone with excellent grades, currently studying at MIT.

She had been sick for a week before waking up yesterday, and many of her memories were blurry.

But she had a vague sense that this wasn’t her life.

“If I’m not Lin Can, then who is?”

When the person on the other side of the phone said this, all her memories instantly flashed in her mind.

Yes, she was Lin Can, not Jiang Bao.