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Dean Jian gave her another look, “You’re planning to take the entrance exam for Jiangjing University, and your teacher isn’t saying anything about it?”

Dean Jian knew she must have a highly skilled teacher, which is why he never considered taking her as a student. He only hoped she would take over the position of the Guzheng Sect Leader.

And with it, the title of chief.

“Him?” Bai Lian thought for a moment, knowing he must be referring to Mr. Qin Jiu, “He doesn’t have the time.”

Because he had to perform at the imperial palace every day, cursing and swearing.

Sometimes the consorts of Emperor Jiang Wen would insist that he compose a special piece just for them.

As a result, Mr. Qin Jiu had grown so irritable with the guzheng that when Bai Lian now read about the modest gentleman that Teacher Qin Jiu was portrayed as in history books… it felt very dissonant.

“Besides, he might look at a guzheng now and just want to curse.”

Dean Jian: “…?”

So you’re just as rebellious as your teacher, huh?

He took a sip of tea and said mercilessly as the pipa music ended, “Anyway, you won’t pass the Jiangjing University entrance exam.”

After he spoke, he sneezed.

Dean Jian then instructed someone to turn up the heating inside.

Bai Lian had her own understanding of the guzheng, having been taught by the historically famous Qin Jiu. Most of her understanding of the instrument was imparted by Qin Jiu, whose insight into the guzheng was unrecorded by history.

The more they talked, the more Dean Jian felt he had to get her to the music academy, “You’re from Xiangcheng, right?”

Bai Lian nodded.

After some thought, Dean Jian remembered he had recently come across videos of various tourist attractions in Xiangcheng. It was winter break, and many college students were passing through to shoot puppet theaters, which had become a cultural phenomenon during the Lunar New Year period.

Even Dean Jian had seen the videos.

After his meeting with Bai Lian, Dean Jian was ready to send her back.

Once in the car, the driver respectfully asked Bai Lian where she wanted to go.

“Boyuan Base,” Bai Lian said, opening an English reader.

Before the chauffer could respond, it was Dean Jian who was caught off guard, “Where?”

“Boyuan Base,” Bai Lian replied politely.

Dean Jian, who clearly knew what Boyuan Base was, was at a loss for words: “…”

After Bai Lian got out of the car at Boyuan Base.

Only then did the driver look at her figure in surprise, “Dean Jian, is she really the next chief you picked?”

“I’d like to think so, but she’s not willing,” Dean Jian replied as he took out his cell phone and instructed other people in the institution not to schedule anything for him in the coming months.

He was going on vacation.

Startled by Dean Jian’s words, the driver gasped.

Dean Jian was a seasoned official of the National Arts Department and a figurehead of classical music in the country. He had been involved in arranging music for state reception-level events. His skill level was high, but his cultural image was even higher.

He represented domestic classical culture, comparable in some ways to the president of Jiangjing University.

How many in the music academy were vying to become the favored disciples of Dean Jian?

And yet there were those who weren’t interested?

**

Yunxiao Hotel.

Ji Heng delivered the fish to the hotel staff to make a fish head dish and then went on to walk through the handover process for the day after tomorrow with Xu En.

Ji Mulan’s first wedding was an event Ji Heng had not attended, Ji Shaojun’s wedding hadn’t been such a grand affair, and Ji Heng had sat quietly during Ji Shaorong’s wedding.

The process was quite simple.

Xu Shujie sat at the table next to them with a laptop, waiting for the food to arrive while working.

Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing sat beside Ji Mulan, with Shen Qing peeling sunflower seeds and pocketing two pieces of fruit, earning a sideway glance from Ji Mulan.

Xu’s assistant was discussing details with the host.

When Xu Wenyao arrived, just as the dishes were served, after greeting Ji Shaojun and the others, he sat down next to Xu Shujie.

Xu Shujie, who had been buried in work, finally lifted her head. She wanted to mention something about the Qi Family, but considering the presence of the Ji Family members, she held back.

After Ji Heng and the others finished the process, they came over to eat.

Xu En stood up and raised his glass to Ji Heng and Ji Shaojun, speaking earnestly, “Mulan is in my care now, you two can rest assured…”

The group didn’t drink much that evening, just a few light toasts.

Xu Shujie tried a piece of the fish head and was surprised, “This fish is actually quite good.”

The just-finished assistant beside her: “…”

How could it not be? It’s from Jiayu Lake, caught by Director Chen.

After dinner, when Ji Heng and the others were sent back to their rooms, Xu Shujie finally turned to Xu Wenyao, “Your grandmother threw a tantrum at home because you didn’t go to the Qi Family this afternoon.”

“I didn’t go,” Xu Wenyao got up, ready to head back to his room to rest.