YM778.TV Chapter 205: 076, Jan Shen has already been very law-abiding!_2
Chapter 205: 076, Jan Shen has already been very law-abiding!_2
“I had planned to speak a few good words for her to Bai Qiming when I returned,” Mrs. Song took a sip of coffee, calming her anger, “but now it seems, there’s no need for me to do so.”
Outside.
Director Chen had been looking down at his phone the entire time.
When Bai Lian and Ji Heng came out, he hurriedly put his phone back in his pocket.
“Miss Bai, Uncle Ji, are you two heading to the hospital?” Director Chen stepped forward, trying hard not to look at Bai Lian.
Bai Lian shook her head. Facing the breeze, her attitude was somewhat lax, “I’m going to the east of the city.”
The eastern part of the city was closer to the suburbs because the Calligraphy Association was there, which was in a different direction than the hospital. Ji Heng needed to go to the hospital.
Bai Lian decided to take the bus to the Calligraphy Association, while Director Chen chose to take Ji Heng.
Only after Bai Lian left did Director Chen dare to ask Ji Heng what had just happened.
“That was Alian’s former fiancé,” Ji Heng frowned. He lit another cigarette, clearly displeased, “They’ve broken off their engagement, and he came to ask Alian for the engagement jade pendant.”
Just mentioning Song Min made Ji Heng feel annoyed.
He had originally thought Bai Lian liked her fiancé, since that’s how Ji Mulan had described it.
But luckily, Bai Lian seemed to really dislike the Song Family.
“You don’t need to take me; the hospital isn’t far from here,” Ji Heng took a couple puffs of his cigarette, settling his nerves, “I was planning to buy some embroidery thread on the way.”
He wanted to take a walk and cool down.
He had bandaged his hand at the hospital ward, so when Ji Shaojun went to teach students, he would embroider and keep him company by the bed.
“Ah, okay.” Director Chen nodded, still somewhat dazed.
Miss Bai was engaged?
No, she broke off the engagement now?
No, wait, how dare they break off Miss Bai’s engagement!
He typed furiously, indignantly sending a flood of text to Jiang Fulai—
Chen Yongkun: [*&…%%&￥#）*（…]
Chen Yongkun: [In any case, he came to ask Miss Bai for the jade pendant!]
Chen Yongkun was very angry: [How dare he break off Miss Bai’s engagement!]
Jiang Shao: [?]
Chen Yongkun withdrew a message
Chen Yongkun: [Breaking it off was a good and brilliant move!]
Chen Yongkun: [[Fireworks][Fireworks][Fireworks][Fireworks][Fireworks]]
Seeing Jiang Fulai did not reply again, he couldn’t help but wipe the sweat from his brow. Then he scrolled up through the chat history, wondering how he had dared to send so many words to Master Jiang.
He took out his cigarette pack and drew out a cigarette to bite on, lighting it up and beginning to reflect on his own actions.
Song Min and Mrs. Song also came out of the coffee shop.
“Confirmed,” Song Min received a message from the Bai butler, his expression exceedingly surprised, “Her jade pendant really wasn’t taken.”
“Even better,” Mrs. Song nodded, still furious, “As expected, the local conditions breed local people. Let’s see what kind of splash she can make here.”
Director Chen exhaled a ring of smoke.
Glancing over at the two, he said indifferently, “You two actually broke off Miss Bai’s engagement?”
“And who are you?” Song Min looked over.
Director Chen smiled, “Just a passerby waiting to see your regret.”
After saying that, he took out his car keys and went to find his car.
Song Min watched Director Chen’s retreating figure, frowning slightly, feeling that the man had an unusual presence, “Mom, do you know that man?”
“He was just talking with Bai Lian’s grandfather, a friend of her grandfather’s,” Mrs. Song hadn’t taken a good look at Director Chen and didn’t care, “Never mind, don’t pay attention to them. They live here; it’s hard for them to understand the outside world, difficult to comprehend our existence.”
In this society, without a family background, rising to prominence is very hard.
“You should get along well with Shaoqi,” Mrs. Song said coolly, “Her brother is only a freshman and already has prospects for direct Ph.D. admission. Although he’s born illegitimately, it’s not a big problem.”
The Song Family was targeting Bai Shaoke because, in terms of ability, Bai Shaoke was even stronger than Song Min.
As for the illegitimate child?
Nowadays, illegitimate children also have rights to inheritance, so what about them?
The Song Family simply didn’t care, let alone the fact that Bai Qiming had already divorced Ji Mulan.
Song Min nodded, his mind preoccupied with Chief Chen’s matter as he slightly furrowed his brow.
Before he could think further, his phone beeped.
He checked it and saw — on the Jiangjing app’s public screen — it was refreshing with messages:
[God of Answers has updated the answer bank!]
[Everyone, go for it!]
Song Min’s attention was captured; he stopped thinking about Chief Chen’s matter and immediately opened this month’s question bank. He had been stuck on one question for a long time.
When the answer came out, he didn’t continue working on it but chose to give up and carefully watched the updated answer.
It was the familiar, neatly written font.
There were drawings on top, and unlike the cold reference answer that only included drawings, this answer had detailed explanations next to it.
Song Min seriously looked at the question, his gaze touching the edge of the reference answer where a corner of a black wooden desk had been captured in the shot. He was slightly startled —
It seemed somewhat familiar.
In the east of the city, at the Calligraphy Association.
When Bai Lian arrived, there were already seven or eight kids seated in the spacious courtyard. Jiang He was sitting alone in a corner, not practicing calligraphy, but holding a dictionary as big as his face, with his small brow furrowed.
Jian Zhe was bending over to teach a student how to hold a pen.
Seeing Bai Lian coming over, he lifted his head, and after carefully finishing the lesson with the student, he came over while scratching the back of his head: “Miss Bai.”
As he spoke, he shook his hand.
He hadn’t gotten used to the Iridium tied to his hand for several days.
After Bai Lian taught him how to practice his posture, he started addressing her respectfully as “Miss Bai,” especially when Jiang Fulai was around.
“The day before yesterday, I saw people from the martial arts gym next door come back,” Jian Zhe mentioned a serious matter to Bai Lian, “but he ignored me. Everyone around says that the gym has been closed for ten years. There used to be students there, but in the end, they all went to Xuguang Taekwondo.”
Bai Lian looked at the place next door. Mao Kun had also mentioned this before, and she nodded slightly.
Jian Zhe led her inside to look at the newly arrived batch of brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, “I have a train tonight. I’ll come back after getting a certificate from the school.”
He was a junior majoring in art at Beicheng University and basically had no classes left.
After touring the entire Calligraphy Association, Bai Lian taught a few children the essentials of studying calligraphy, then took Jiang He out to eat.
The Calligraphy Association had a cafeteria.
But for the large pot meals that Bai Lian could eat, the picky Jiang He could not.
She found a small restaurant nearby, and after finishing their meal, she took Jiang He back to the library to continue searching for questions to practice.
Tang Ming and Ning Xiao were both there.
“God of Answers, Ning Xiao said you finished all the physics?” Bai Lian had just arrived when Tang Ming wouldn’t let it go.
Bai Lian picked up a few books from the shelf behind, and hearing the question, she raised her eyebrows at him, “Otherwise?”
“Forget it…” Tang Ming hadn’t finished two questions today and sighed, “If this month’s test is so difficult, what are we going to do about next week’s joint exam?”
“Joint exam?” Bai Lian put the books aside, hearing the word for the first time.
She opened the app for Jiangjing University, looking at Tang Ming.
She signaled a question.
Tang Ming nodded furiously, explaining to Bai Lian, “Yes, it’s the midterm exam next week. Every midterm and final exam, all the high schools in Beicheng use the same test paper. The teachers from Beicheng make it, and the difficulty is extremely perverse, understand? Compared to next week’s paper, what we had today is nothing.”
“The questions from Beicheng are difficult. Every midterm and final joint exam, I barely pass math. But there are a few crazies at Beicheng High School, especially that one named Song Min,” Tang Ming’s resentment was deep, “Do you know? Last final, I got an 80 in math, he got 137! Even more than Ning the Study God by a dozen points. To take an exam with those crazies from Beicheng High School, what is that if not torture?”
As he spoke, Tang Ming suddenly looked at Bai Lian, wait a second—