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“Miss Bai, you… you mean…”

After encountering An Qi and Man Xi, Sister Xin felt the entertainment industry was just like this.

An Qi met the more popular Man Xi and turned to criticize Yan Lu, rising quickly. Meeting Bai Lian and Zhang Shize’s group was Yan Lu’s good fortune. Now…

Miss Bai was going to deify Yan Lu.

Bai Lian had already seen Jiang He at the intersection. She softened her sharp edges and became lazy again: “If she wants to develop, I can try.”

Then she casually waved to Sister Xin, and picked up Jiang He who was crouching on the ground.

Ming Dongheng was on the phone. Seeing Bai Lian, he hung up, “Miss Bai, where are you going?”

“Calligraphers Association.” She put Jiang He in the car.

Ming Dongheng drove towards the Calligraphers Association.

“Sister Xin?” Wen Qi boldly called out to her.

“Ah,” Sister Xin was still standing there. She came to her senses, “I’ll treat you to a meal another day. I’m going to find Yan Lu!”

Yan Lu was still filming in Xiangcheng. Sister Xin decided to go tell her about this in person.

**

At the Calligraphers Association.

Jian Zhe was comforting Chou Xuezheng, “Teacher Chou, teach her more gently, don’t be so hot-tempered. You take a break, let me handle it.”

Bai Lian sat at the corner of the eight immortals table, poured a cup of tea for Chou Xuezheng, and flipped through the accounts with her legs crossed.

Not far away, Jian Zhe was gently explaining problems to Chou Xuezheng’s granddaughter.

Jiang He went over to watch for a while, then sat back down next to Bai Lian in great shock, taking a sip of the water Bai Lian poured for him.

“What’s wrong?” Bai Lian rubbed his head.

Jiang He shook his head in deep silence.

One minute later.

Jian Zhe’s gentle voice gradually became frantic, “Let me explain to you one more time. One 10 and one 4, added together is 14. Then one 10 and one 6 added together, how much is it?”

“…14.”

“How much?!” The usually calm and composed Jian Zhe started to go crazy.

“Ten… ten plus… plus six…”

Jian Zhe, “Yes, one 10 and one 6 should be how much? Think about it, think carefully baby!!”

“…10?”

Bai Lian listened quietly, the veins on her forehead starting to throb. Sometimes she felt Jiang Fuli was too harsh on Tang Ming and the others.

Now putting herself in his shoes, when Jiang Fuli taught Tang Ming and the others, the difficulty level should be about the same as Jian Zhe teaching this baby, imagine—

Jiang Fuli: [10+5=15]

Neither of them understood.

Jiang Fuli repeated coldly.

Ning Xiao understood.

Tang Ming: [But why isn’t it 14…]

Jiang Fuli: [Dr. Tang]

Tang Ming: [Teacher Jiang?]

Jiang Fuli: [I dare not claim that title. I’ll go apply for a patent for you]

She suddenly felt that sometimes she should also try to understand Young Master Jiang.

Chou Xuezheng was about to get up with his hand on the table. Bai Lian snapped back to reality and quickly stopped him, “Teacher Chou, where is our seminar this week…”

“Two new teachers have arrived,” Chou Xuezheng held his teacup and calmly discussed business with Bai Lian, “Jian Zhe said you have ideas about the martial arts hall next door? There have been quite a few people looking for them these past two days.”

“Many?” Bai Lian was surprised.

Chou Xuezheng nodded, “They’re planning a tourist route here. Many people want to buy their property.”

The tourist route runs from the train station to the city gate, from Qingshui Street in the west all the way to the east of the city.

The Calligraphers Association is public property, but the martial arts hall is private land occupying a large area. Many people have their eyes on it.

Bai Lian looked in the direction of the martial arts hall, pondering. This should increase the chances of reopening the martial arts hall.

She closed the documents and took out her phone. The owner of the martial arts hall hadn’t contacted her. She glanced at the messages and saw Principal Jian’s reply.

Principal Jian: [No need to mail it over]

Principal Jian: [Just give me the address, I’ll pick it up myself]

Baijian: [.]

Baijian: [Wait until I get into Jiangjing University next year, I’ll bring it to you]

Principal Jian: [Then you won’t get in]

…

Bai Lian looked at Principal Jian’s message and directly took a screenshot to send to Jiang Fuli.

She didn’t say anything else.

Young Master Jiang didn’t reply.

At seven o’clock, Bai Lian took Jiang He back. Just as they left the Calligraphers Association gate, they ran into the former Secretary-General who had just arrived at the martial arts hall entrance.

Seeing Bai Lian come out, he stopped, in a good mood: “Miss Bai, long time no see.”

Zhou Jian didn’t mind Bai Lian’s attitude at all, his smile somewhat sinister: “I was wondering why Miss Bai had such a big temper. So it’s because of the Xu family.”

After saying that, he stepped into the martial arts hall.

Hearing him mention the Xu family, Bai Lian raised an eyebrow.

Jiang He tugged at Bai Lian’s school uniform. Bai Lian looked up and saw Jiang Fuli who had parked the car at the intersection.

He was leaning casually against the car door, talking on the phone. His eyes were slightly lowered. In the streetlight, his whole person looked blurry, like an unapproachable flower on a high cliff.

Bai Lian temporarily put aside the Secretary-General’s matter and walked over.

Seeing Bai Lian and Jiang He come out, he said softly, hung up the phone.

Jiang Fuli looked at Bai Lian, his face cold: “Who?”

Bai Lian was slightly stunned.

She remembered that Jiang Fuli usually finished his weekend work on Fridays.

After a moment she realized he was probably asking about the Principal Jian matter.

“It’s Principal Jian, the principal of the Music Academy,” Bai Lian sighed slightly. If she had known he would rush back, she wouldn’t have sent it to him. “I sent it to you for fun.”

Jiang Fuli thought about which Principal Jian this was: “Heh.”

At this moment, Principal Jian of Jiangjing Music Academy sneezed while holding a cup of tea, muttering: “It’s time to wear down jackets. Can’t catch a cold.”

Jiang Fuli opened the car door, letting Bai Lian get in.

After she got in, he casually picked up Jiang He and put him in the back seat.

Cold as ice.

Bai Lian fastened her seatbelt and looked at Jiang Fuli as he opened the driver’s door, “Just listen to it casually.”

Jiang Fuli only responded with an “Oh.”

Bai Lian slowly took out her phone, looked at it for a while, then said softly: “I’m definitely going to apply to Jiangjing University.”

That’s where the teacher’s statue is.

The next time she goes, she hopes to still meet him as his proudest student.

Jiang Fuli turned his head to look at her. Bai Lian’s entire face was shrouded in shadow, her eyes lowered, her expression unclear.

Jiang Fuli started the car, “Then are you studying quantum mechanics or dark matter?”

“Huh?” Bai Lian couldn’t keep up with his train of thought, her mind jumping from Liang Zewen to Principal Ma: “Quantum mechanics… I guess.”

Jiang Fuli drove onto the main road, his body relaxing slightly: “Principal Ma researches many things. Quantum mechanics is one of them. There are other labs too.”

“Why are you researching dark matter?” Bai Lian lowered the car window, her right elbow lazily propped on the window, turning her head to look at him.

It was the first time Jiang Fuli talked about this, “When I was reading books before, I found that the gravity of matter was far from enough to maintain the rotation of galaxies. This is a very paradoxical thing. Everyone suspects that dark matter exists in higher dimensions. Other countries are all researching it. Without research there is no development, which would mean human civilization has reached its end.”

If a species’ civilization reaches its end, it’s a very frightening thing.

Whether it’s dark matter or quantum mechanics or superconductivity, the next step in the development of future civilization needs people to keep trying and making mistakes.

The two of them shifted their topic from Jiangjing University to dark matter and quantum mechanics. Jiang He hugged the cabbage pillow in the back seat, listening very attentively.

Halfway through the drive, Ji Heng called.

Bai Lian answered.

Ji Heng asked her when she could get home. After asking, he heard very faint guzheng music on the other end of the phone, “Is that the Jiang guy?”

Here, Jiang He is Little He.

Jiang Fuli is just “that Jiang guy”.

“Mm.” Bai Lian leaned back loosely against the seat.

Ji Heng was silent for a good while. He had indirectly inquired about Jiang He and their family situation. Jiang He and Jiang Fuli’s parents had passed away early. After about five minutes, he said coldly: “Then tell him to come along.”

Ji Shaoqing’s current residence is close to Ji Heng’s. Today he brought vegetables to see Ji Heng.

When Bai Lian, Jiang Fuli and Jiang He arrived, Ji Heng was playing five-in-a-row with Lansi in the courtyard, discussing going fishing tomorrow. Lansi was wearing a floral jacket, very excited about catching several fish.

Ji Shaoqing was cooking in the kitchen. Shen Qing had almost fully recovered and was helping Ji Shaoqing wash vegetables.

Seeing Bai Lian return, she put the washed vegetables next to Ji Shaoqing: “Ah Lian, you’re back!”

“Little Jiang.” Shen Qing was now very easygoing when facing Jiang Fuli.

“Auntie.” Jiang Fuli was wearing a black windbreaker. Under the white incandescent light of the courtyard, his eyebrows didn’t look as cold as usual. At this moment he appeared very polite.

Jiang He lifted his head slightly, looking at Jiang Fuli somewhat dumbfounded.

Lansi’s chess skills had improved rapidly recently. Ji Heng went from being invincible to now unable to win a single game. He waved at Jiang Fuli, giving up his seat to him, “Five-in-a-row, can you play?”

Jiang Fuli nodded in surprise.

“You play.”

Lansi was now on a killing spree. Seeing it wasn’t Jiang He, he was very confident: “OK OK!”

Jiang Fuli casually picked up a white piece.

Lansi picked up a black piece. He glanced at Jiang Fuli, “I’ve never lost!”

Jiang He watched the smug Lansi from the side.

Just thirty seconds later, the smile froze on Lansi’s face. He took back his black piece.

They started over.

Another minute passed, and he lost again.

55 seconds of that minute were spent on Lansi thinking.

“You come!” Lansi wailed, picking up Jiang He and making him play against Jiang Fuli.

Jiang He: “…”

Jiang Fuli casually glanced at Jiang He, letting him go first. Jiang He silently placed a piece. These two played chess without thinking—

The game was decided in ten seconds.

Lansi and Ji Heng both squatted to the side, looking at Jiang He who lost in seven moves: “…”

Lansi muttered to Ji Heng: “So you were actually the weakest.”

Ji Heng, who was suddenly saddled with this label, also started to doubt himself.

Later he would play chess with people in the alley every day, leaving them questioning their lives after being crushed.

Twenty minutes later.

Chen Ju, who received a message from Jiang Fuli, brought over the tobacco from Jiang Fuli’s place.

Then he bravely sat at the table, listening to Shen Qing call “Little Jiang” left and right.

Chen Ju posted on his Moments: [My life is over.jpg]

Ming Dongheng liked the post.

**

The next day, Saturday.

Chinese in the morning, math and English in the afternoon.

Xiangcheng No.1 High School’s monthly exam didn’t follow the college entrance exam time system.

It was already past 5 p.m. when the English exam finished.

Tang Ming mixed in with a group of students from Class 15, discussing the last difficult math problem with Ning Xiao.

“Did you understand what they were saying?” Wen Qi quietly asked the others.

The math questions weren’t too difficult this time, but Wen Qi didn’t get to the last problem.

Yang Lin glanced at Wen Qi without saying anything.

Lu Xiaohan didn’t look at Wen Qi, just let out an “Oh” in sudden realization: “So that’s how it is. So g'(x) is finally compared with 3+a? When a is greater than or equal to -3, g'(x) is greater than 0, so the original expression is monotonically increasing, right…”

Tang Ming looked at Lu Xiaohan’s admiring gaze, “…Right, there are three zeros. The first part is very simple.”

Bai Lian walked at the very back, holding her phone and messaging Yan Lu.

When Yan Lu called Bai Lian, she was taking the exam. When the call didn’t go through, Yan Lu left her a message about the song.

Since Bai Lian was going to write a song for Yan Lu, this involved contracts and record companies.

Time Light Entertainment had a record label subsidiary with An Qi signed to it. Sister Xin didn’t plan to sign with them.

Estimating that Yan Lu should be filming now, Bai Lian didn’t call back, but sent a WeChat message—

[1]

Yan Lu had just released a new song and was now focused on filming. There was no rush for her new song at the moment.

**

Meanwhile.

At the hospital.

Ji Mulan, with a pale face, followed the ambulance out and ran after the emergency doctor: “Doctor, how is he?”

“Did the patient suddenly faint? No warning signs?” The doctor put away his stethoscope and inquired about the condition.

Ji Mulan nodded. At this moment, she could still remain calm, “He suddenly collapsed at the construction site. Before that he just had occasional headaches, no other symptoms.”

As she spoke, she handed the doctor the headache medicine Xu En had been taking.

The doctor looked down at the medicine. It was for migraines.

The nurse hurriedly pushed Xu En into the emergency room.

Blood tests, EEG, head CT…

Half an hour later.

The doctor came out frowning, holding the blood test results and EEG. Xu En’s assistant and Ji Mulan gathered around: “Doctor, how is he?”

“Still unconscious,” the doctor had never seen such a complex case. He handed the test results to Ji Mulan, “Strangely, we can’t find any source. Has the patient eaten anything unusual recently?”

Xu En’s assistant wiped his sweat. He couldn’t bear the responsibility if something happened to Xu En here. He calmly recalled recent meals: “Just normal food.”

“We’ve called for neurologists and internal medicine specialists for a consultation.” The doctor was at a loss. A nurse informed him that the neurology specialist had arrived.

All the doctors gathered in the emergency room.

Xu En’s heartbeat had recovered, his EEG showed some abnormalities, but he remained unconscious.

When they came out again, the emergency room doctor looked at Ji Mulan, “We recommend transferring him to a higher-level hospital.”

“What?” Ji Mulan had thought Xu En was just exhausted or had blood pressure issues. She hadn’t expected the hospital to say it was this serious. Her body sagged a little.

She seemed to have lost her composure.

Xu En’s assistant took out his phone, about to contact Jiangjing.

The neurologist next to them recognized Xu En’s assistant and his group. They were frequent VIP guests who often came to see Ji Shaoqing.

“Our hospital just got the latest testing equipment last month,” the neurologist explained to the assistant. “Many people from North City come here for checkups. We just examined the patient with the new equipment, and we suspect…”

“What?” Ji Mulan looked up, with a bad feeling in her heart.

The assistant also looked at the doctor’s name tag, then said: “Dr. Li, please continue.”

“This is an internationally known neurotoxin,” Dr. Li calmly began. “In this situation, even if you send him to Jiangjing, there’s nothing they can do. This neurotoxin is banned in our country. Only some overseas laboratories have the antidote. If you know anyone abroad, you need to contact them immediately. The longer we wait, the greater the damage to the patient’s brain and body.”

“Neurotoxin?” Ji Mulan and the assistant exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other’s eyes.

A foreign neurotoxin? This was the first time either of them had heard of such a thing.

Overseas laboratories…

The assistant instantly realized this was beyond his ability to handle.

He took out his phone to call Jiangjing.

He didn’t call Old Madam Xu, but instead called Xu Wenyao, who was studying at Jiangjing University.

In this situation, even Old Madam Xu might not be able to help. Xu Wenyao had many friends studying abroad who might be able to find a solution.

“Young Master,” the assistant succinctly explained the whole situation, “We’re not sure what kind of toxin it is. Do you know any classmates abroad who might know about an antidote…”

In a study room at Jiangjing University.

This season, Jiangjing was much colder than Xiangcheng. Xu Wenyao took his cotton jacket out to answer the phone, wearing only a white sweater. His elegant expression disappeared, “Overseas laboratories?”

At times like this, connections with graduate students studying biomedicine abroad were crucial.

Xu Wenyao knew many people, including several well-off classmates studying pharmaceuticals abroad. When he mentioned the neurotoxin, those classmates fell silent for a moment, then laughed bitterly: “Brother Xu, as far as I know, there are no more than two labs that can make this kind of antidote. I’m only a sophomore now. I can’t even get into the school lab. You’re overestimating me…”

Almost all his friends in the medical field gave the same answer.

Xu Wenyao took a deep breath and called Xu En’s assistant back, telling him to transfer Xu En to Jiangjing first.

Whether or not they could find an antidote, the medical conditions in Jiangjing were much better than in Xiangcheng.

** At Xiangcheng Hospital.

The assistant received the news about the transfer and immediately gave orders. Finally, he said to Ji Mulan: “The project in Xiangcheng is still ongoing. I can’t leave. You’ll have to take care of Mr. Xu on the way back to Jiangjing.”

“Are we really going back to Jiangjing?” Ji Mulan tried hard to calm herself, but her voice was still trembling. “His… his condition…”

“This toxin is banned in our country. Young Master Xu said only international labs have it, and only one or two overseas labs research antidotes,” the assistant shook his head, his voice very somber. “We can only transfer him to Jiangjing for now.”

“If it’s banned domestically, then why…” Ji Mulan said halfway, suddenly remembering that next to Qingshui Street was the national border.

That place was a mix of all sorts of people. You could find anything there.

Her voice suddenly went hoarse.

A phone rang. Ji Mulan took it out and answered.

“Grandfather is asking why you haven’t arrived yet?” It was Bai Lian’s voice.

Ji Mulan was stunned, then looked down at the phone, realizing it was Xu En’s.

“He can’t come now,” Ji Mulan said hoarsely, her voice low. “We have to go back to Jiangjing first.”

Bai Lian frowned slightly, her gaze calmly looking towards the door, her tone cold and slow: “What happened to him?”