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She was highly cautious. Aside from the people in her fifteenth class, no one else knew about her online account.

Someone she met on a short video app?

Oh, an internet friend.

Jian Zhe nodded.

Bai Lian was sitting lazily at the edge of a child’s stool, one leg bent, her posture casual and relaxed.

She held a calligraphy brush in her hand and, under the astonished gaze of the child, wrote a character.

After she finished writing, she calmly put down the brush, walked to the door, and said to Pu Xiaohan, “Are you two still chatting?”

Bai Lian was quite surprised.

The guzheng wasn’t her forte; her technique wasn’t considered high-level. She played “The White Robed Journey” well only because she was the original composer.

Pu Xiaohan shrugged and showed her phone to Bai Lian.

Bai Lian looked down—

Jian Zhongyou: [?]

Pu Xiaohan hadn’t yet replied to him.

Bai Lian scrolled up, noticing the change in their styles from bottom to top.

From [Today?][No.]

To [1?][1.]

And now to the present.

The two of them messaged almost every day, but later on, Pu Xiaohan didn’t ask Bai Lian every day, especially during the time when Zhang Shize had an incident.

However, this Dean Jian was truly persistent about someone.

Bai Lian thought for a moment and handed the phone back to Pu Xiaohan, “Give him my contact information.”

Pu Xiaohan was stunned.

Then overjoyed, she took her phone and sent it over to Dean Jian—

[!]

[!!!]

[!!!!]

**

Jiangjing Music Academy.

Jian Zhongyou was in the meeting room, listening to a group of people at a meeting. He had an austere countenance, with deeper than usual furrows on his face. Although he played the guzheng often, it didn’t make him appear effeminate.

As usual, after sending a message to “one meal one big bowl,” he put his phone aside.

So many days had gone by, and he had almost lost hope.

He had thought that today would yield the same result.

In the meeting, the principal was talking about the upcoming student plan, “We’re planning to recommend them in three batches to enter the Royal Music Academy…”

As Jian Zhongyou listened, he picked up the thermos cup next to him, unscrewed it, and took a sip.

His phone lit up.

He had set a special notification for “one meal one big bowl.” After finishing his water, he casually opened the app, thinking he would see a “.”, but to his surprise, upon opening it—

One meal one big bowl: [!!!!!]

A series of exclamation marks over several lines.

Jian Zhongyou: [!]

Jian Zhongyou: [!!!!!]

Jian Zhongyou put down his cup with a “snap,” extremely excited. With such a long-standing tacit understanding, he knew what “one meal one big bowl” meant—

She agreed!

His outburst alarmed the teachers next to him: “Dean Jian, are you alright?”

The teachers caught a glimpse of the many exclamation marks.

Confused, they thought, does Dean Jian like exclamation marks?

He pondered for a moment.

“I’m fine,” Jian Zhongyou shook his head and indicated for the principal to continue. He picked up his phone and saw that “one meal one big bowl” had sent him a WeChat ID.

Jian Zhongyou squinted as he copied it down and returned to WeChat to search.

It was a city wall profile picture—

He directly requested to add as a friend.

**

Bai Lian saw the friend request and approved it.

There were several unread messages on her phone.

Dongwu: [There’s an assessment at the end of the year, do you want to recommend someone?]

Bai Lian replied: [Is that possible?]

Dongwu: [Yes, but he also needs to pass the assessment.]

Bai Lian was naturally aware of this, Ming Dongheng was a bit lacking.

Bai Jian: [Thank you.]

After replying, she greeted Dean Jian, telling him she had no intention of continuing to learn the guzheng, and then went straight to the library.

Jiang Fulai went to the neighboring city today.

He wasn’t at home and didn’t come to the library. Ming Dongheng, with Jiang He, stood outside the library waiting for Bai Lian to arrive.

When Bai Lian got off the bus,

Ming Dongheng was on a phone call.

“Miss Bai.” Seeing Bai Lian, Ming Dongheng put down his phone and respectfully started speaking, then handed Jiang He’s backpack to him.

It wasn’t until Bai Lian took Jiang He into the library,

That Ming Dongheng turned back to the car and resumed the conversation with the person on the other end of the phone, “God Yu?”

“Were you just speaking with that Miss Bai?” Yu Hongyi asked.

“Yes,” Ming Dongheng responded briefly and didn’t say much more.

Yu Hongyi didn’t inquire further but then added, “Oh, by the way, Chen Jingyu mentioned you’re also a fan of Mr. Bai. I have insider information, there will be ten more autographed photos at the auction today…”

“What?!” Ming Dongheng exclaimed.

**

Bai Lian took Jiang He to the library to do homework.

Master Jiang was still away today, and after two consecutive weeks, Ning Xiao and Tang Ming felt somewhat unaccustomed.