Chapter 341: 131 Lanjie’s Exclusive Spot (Second Update)_2
Song Min also wasn’t clear.
**
After trying on the gowns, Bai Shaoqi and another person returned to the Yin Family home. Bai Qiming was chatting with President Yin, and the two had discussed a partnership; it wasn’t so easy for the Bai Family to establish a presence in Jiangjing.
“Have you two returned?” Ever since Bai Shaoqi had entered Jiangjing Music Academy, President Yin had become much warmer towards her, “Did you visit Amin and Student Shaoke?”
“Brother is still in the lab, he can’t come out,” Bai Shaoqi said as she sat on the sofa, neither humble nor arrogant.
President Yin felt a little regretful, “Once he has vacation, I’ll definitely have him come over.”
Lady Song found an opportunity to speak with Bai Qiming, “I saw Bai Lian today at the Boyuan Base.”
“Her?” Bai Qiming frowned.
Upon mention of Bai Lian, naturally, one would think of her disobedient actions. If it hadn’t been for the later opportunity to meet with Dean Jian, Bai Shaoqi would surely have been delayed.
“I heard that the Xu Family seems to value her quite a bit,” Lady Song mused.
In the outer circles of Jiangjing, the networks were only so big. Lady Song, curious to know more, had heard that Xu En had set aside his own work to receive the Ji Family.
Bai Qiming was very resistant to news about Bai Lian, “The Xu Family has accepted her? They’re letting her into the ancestral hall?”
“That’s not yet the case,” Lady Song shook her head.
Bai Qiming was not surprised in the slightest, “I expected as much.”
They stopped mentioning Bai Lian there; if it weren’t for the Xu Family’s involvement, they wouldn’t bring her up at all.
Upstairs.
Bai Shaoqi had her own room and even a guzheng to go with it.
She took out her phone to send a message to Song Min—
[When will you have some free time?]
Song Min: [I’ll have sorted out the data in a couple of days.]
Bai Shaoqi: [Good, I’ll look for you then.]
**
Because of the matter with Tang Ming providing the answers.
The group of eight had grown even more respectful towards Tang Ming and Ning Xiao. The core position that was once held by Ning Xiao, Pei Qin, and Song Min standing in a three-way balance had gradually shifted to center around Ning Xiao alone.
Three days later, everyone had almost finished collecting their data.
Song Min was becoming increasingly aware that it wasn’t just the people from the affiliated high school; in just three days, the gap between him and Ning Xiao had widened.
Thinking this way, he became more certain of a possibility he had previously guessed—
Ning Xiao was the one who scored 150 in mathematics.
Most of the work was finished; the others weren’t as busy as they had been at the start. The academic presentation was approaching, and the others began to
Wang Xu cautioned Bai Lian, “Go to the study later and integrate their materials to write the report, don’t forget.”
Bai Lian nodded her head.
She had tried writing a report before with He Wen, but she didn’t have a computer right now.
She turned a corner to the publicity office.
The publicity office.
The room wasn’t large, featuring an office desk, with four small sofas to the left of the desk and a coffee table in between.
The door was half open.
Regardless of the air conditioning coming in, the middle-aged man sitting on the farthest sofa seemed on edge, with a sheen of cold sweat on his forehead.
Across from him, Jiang Fulai had a black laptop on the armrest to his left, his pale fingers resting on it, his back casually leaning against the sofa, his gaze indifferently sweeping over the man before him, “Have you or the Chen Family gone mad?”
The middle-aged man stammered, “We… I…”
He couldn’t dare to speak, just stretching his hand to wipe off the cold sweat, barely perching on the edge of the sofa.
The old master had given him this suicidal task.
“You—”
The door was lazily knocked twice.
The middle-aged man’s heart jumped.
He wondered who had a death wish, daring to come in at such a time.
Then he saw the half-open door pushed open, the middle-aged man didn’t dare to raise his head fully, but in his peripheral vision, he saw a white figure enter.
Although the door opened wider, bringing in a colder draft than before, the man felt that the chill emanating from the person across from him had lessened significantly.
“This early?” he even heard Jiang Fulai’s lazy voice.
A hallucination?
The middle-aged man looked up in disbelief.
Jiang Fulai was just picking up the computer beside him to give to Bai Lian, speaking at a steady pace, “The software is all there, the startup password is the same as on the phone.”
“Mhm,” Bai Lian took it.
She realized Jiang Fulai was preoccupied, so she didn’t linger, “I’ll head back to the study room first.”
Jiang Fulai cast a nonchalant glance at the person opposite, “Go ahead, I need to wait a bit.”
Stern and detached.
The middle-aged man, who had just felt his pressure greatly lessen: “…”
He felt like he was beginning to understand.
**
The study rooms at Boyuan Base were plentiful.
Wang Xu and his group had found a small study room just for their team.
Song Min stood waiting for Bai Shaoqi at the base of the building.
Bai Shaoqi was dressed in a beige coat, with a red scarf around her neck. Seeing Song Min, she looked up and smiled, “I told you I’d message you when I arrived.”
Song Min was in a matching black coat, looking quite aloof as he watched her, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
“What is it?” Bai Shaoqi walked with him into the building, removing her scarf in the process.
She could tell Song Min had something to say.
Song Min shook his head, “Let’s talk inside.”
He wasn’t as busy as before and took Bai Shaoqi to the study room upstairs.
The study room was equipped with experimental gear, with two square tables combined in the middle. Everyone else sat around the table, which was covered with materials and had two computers on it.
All six of them were there, discussing issues in hushed voices.
Ning Xiao was explaining something to Pei Qin opposite him.
Song Min had previously told Wang Xu that a friend would be coming over, and as the group’s external liaison, Wang Xu stood up to greet Bai Shaoqi, “You’re Bai Shaoqi, right? You have the same surname as Bai. Oh, and I’m Wang Xu. Song Min has told us about you—A top-notch student with excellent grades who also plays the guzheng.”
Wang Xu gave her a thumbs up.
The others also looked up and greeted Bai Shaoqi in twos and threes.
Tang Ming greeted her when he heard she shared the last name Bai, but Ning Xiao’s normally pallid face looked a bit gloomy. He was even colder than Song Min and didn’t even lift his head.
Although the others were polite, their greetings were perfunctory. Bai Shaoqi was not used to being ignored like this.
But she was aware that everyone here was on par with Song Min, the pride of the heavens. She didn’t mind and even took out her phone to add them as friends proactively.
“This part you used is incorrect,” Ning Xiao finally looked up, returning Song Min’s paper to him, “I marked it for you, take another look.”
Tang Ming’s explanation of logic wasn’t as clear as Ning Xiao’s.
It was usually Ning Xiao who learned to explain things to Wang Xu and the others; this was an advice from Bai Lian for Ning Xiao—to explain clearly meant to truly master the knowledge, which was how she started as well.
“Thank you,” Song Min took the C paper he had only received yesterday.
The once proud and arrogant Song Min of Beicheng High School now found himself in need of others to explain problems to him here.
Bai Shaoqi looked at Ning Xiao in amazement.
Who was this person?
As the group resumed their low-voiced discussions, Bai Shaoqi noticed there was an empty seat next to Tang Ming and Ning Xiao. She turned to the chatty and sunny Tang Ming, “Could you move to that spot?”
She pointed at the seat next to Ning Xiao. If Tang Ming moved, then she could sit with Song Min.
She thought it would be a simple request.
But the usually amiable Tang Ming looked down, holding his pen and smiling at her apologetically, “Sorry, but that spot is reserved for our Sister Lian.”
Across from them, Wang Xu and the others who knew Ning Xiao and Tang Ming followed Bai Lian’s lead, and Bai Lian always had a designated spot right between them, so he looked up, “Right, that’s her exclusive spot. Let me see if there are any other chairs.”
He got up.
Bai Shaoqi was a bit stunned. What sister?
There were other members in this group?
Bai Shaoqi didn’t understand, but beside her, Song Min pursed his lips, similar to before, as if he had something to say.
It was then that the door to the small study room was pushed open once more.
Bai Shaoqi looked back instinctively.
A figure in white pushed one door open, slipped in sideways, her left hand holding a black laptop and her right lazily holding a phone, casually swiping through words.
Her eyelashes slightly lowered, she stepped in and nonchalantly kicked the door shut with her foot.
Tang Ming leaned back with one arm on the table, tilting his head towards Bai Shaoqi and lifting his chin, “Look, our sister has arrived.”
