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Chapter 160: 061 Arrives in Jiangjing, Who Will Be the Dark Horse! (Second Update)_2

“No,” she said, looking at Ji Heng before leisurely responding, “The teacher asked me to participate in a competition, so I asked for two days off.”

“Oh.” Ji Heng lowered his head and continued smoking.

At this moment, he didn’t speak any further about Ji Mulan.

Qiu Xuezheng secured time off for Bai Lian.

Since Xiangcheng didn’t have an airport, she had to take a twelve-hour train journey to Beicheng. Without the accompanying qualifications, Bai Lian and Qiu Boqing needed to meet up with representatives from the Beicheng Writers’ Association in Beicheng.

They would depart under the leadership of Vice President Qian from the Beicheng Writers’ Association.

Monday morning.

Carrying a simple backpack, Bai Lian had just reached the bus station.

When she saw Jiang He across the street, leaning against the car window and waving at her.

She walked over, surprised.

In the back seat, Jiang Fulai lowered the window. Dressed in a soft white loungewear, his typically haughty demeanor appeared much softened. His wrist was casually resting on his knee as he leaned back against the seat at an angle.

He seemed busy, on the phone with someone. Hearing Jiang He’s noise, he looked outside the window and waved to Bai Lian.

Bai Lian got into the car and sat in the back seat with Jiang He.

“We’re also heading back to Jiangjing,” Jiang He leaned close to her and gazed out the window, not too happy, “to see a doctor.”

He had thought he could avoid it this year in Xiangcheng.

Not only had he not managed to elude it, but it had also come several days earlier.

Bai Lian nodded and rubbed Jiang He’s head. “Don’t neglect your health out of fear.”

Then she took out her phone, found a contact, and sent a message to the person in charge—

[Vice President Qian, I will go to Jiangjing by myself and meet up with you there.]

Vice President Qian must have been busy, as he didn’t reply.

Jiang Fulai’s car didn’t head to Beicheng, instead, it went to the neighboring Danping City which was slightly more developed than Xiangcheng with no mountains, only plains.

The car arrived at a vast airport apron.

Just as she got out, Bai Lian saw the legendary airplane.

No security check or ticket gates were visible.

Bai Lian had never flown before, but the original person whose memories she had did, and the scene differed greatly from what she had seen before.

The captain, dressed in uniform, came running over from a distance and respectfully asked, “Mr. Jiang, shall we depart now?”

Jiang Fulai took off his headphones and gave a slight nod, his eyes and brows sharp, “Hmm.”

Ah.

Bai Lian followed them onto the plane and suddenly realized—

Right, a private plane.

The plane was quite large, with an entertainment room where four couches surrounded a table, and a big bok choy pillow rested on the couch by the window.

Jiang He silently went over and hugged the pillow.

Bai Lian put down her bag and settled herself by the window on the opposite side.

As the plane took off, the aircraft shook.

It was Bai Lian’s first time on a plane. Not burdened by studying vocabulary, she quietly watched the aircraft lift into the air, the instant feeling of increased weight causing her to feel somewhat dazed.

The plane climbed higher and higher, her hand lazily propping up her chin, lips slightly pursed.

This was a significant shock for someone who had never experienced flight in ancient times.

“Rare to see you not studying vocabulary.” Having finished his business, Jiang Fulai bent over to place a cup of lemon water in front of her and sat across from her, leaning lazily against the couch.

Bai Lian turned her gaze from the window.

She took the lemon water and drank slowly, easing her discomfort, “I’ll study in a bit.”

“There are still a few hours to go,” he handed her a blanket, his pale eyes calmly observing her, his voice very light, “You can sleep for a while.”

When they arrived in Jiangjing, it was the afternoon.

Jiang Fulai asked for Bai Lian’s hotel information and directed the driver to head straight there.

The hotel was arranged by the Beicheng Writers’ Association, located next to the Traditional Calligraphers Association. After checking into her room, Jiang He didn’t want to leave but was expressionlessly dragged away by Jiang Fulai.

That was all the flights from Beicheng to Jiangjing.

By the time Vice President Qian and a group of students wearily arrived in Jiangjing, it was already eleven at night.

Vice President Qian was checking off names at the airport one by one.

The last black pen rested on the name “Bai Lian,” while other people’s names had a long list of awards following them, only Bai Lian’s space was blank.

Only the most basic information was filled.

With the pen and the roll call list in hand, Vice President Qian called Qiu Xuezheng, “This is the last flight today, and she hasn’t arrived. Even if she catches the earliest flight tomorrow, she’ll arrive in the afternoon and miss the competition.”

Bai Lian was a late addition to the roster of recommended individuals by Qiu Xuezheng’s insistence.

Otherwise, Qiu Xuezheng didn’t say much; her file lacked details and was sparse on credentials, she was young, and on top of that, a girl.

Vice President Qian didn’t pay much attention to her.

On the phone, Qiu Xuezheng sounded surprised, “She should have arrived, right? She sent me a message in the afternoon. Check the hotel later.”