The Ren family in Xiangcheng was practically an existence that dominated half the sky, but the small police were not to be underestimated.
Looking at Ren Wanyuan and those people’s high and mighty attitude, and then looking at Bailian’s well-behaved yet persecuted style of learning, they only need a second to favor the weak.
However, these few words heavily slapped Ren Wanyuan on the head.
First was “500,000”, and then “VIP invitation card”, these few words made the whole office stunned.
Lu Lingxi breathed a sigh of relief, she slowly sat down and said to the police officer: “So the police officer, it has nothing to do with my student, right?”
“Of course.”
“How is that possible?” Ren Wanyuan simply did not want to believe it.
In her eyes, Bailian was just some distant relative of the Ji family who knows where she came from, obviously coming to Xiangcheng for high school, and living with Ji Heng in an alley that had not been developed for decades.
She probably doesn’t even know where Black Water Street is, let alone an invitation card.
The person next to her, Chen Zhe, just reached out and took the invitation card carefully from the police officer’s hand to look at it carefully.
In fact, the difference between an ordinary invitation card and a VIP invitation card is quite big, Ren’s family had seen invitation cards bought by Ren Wanyuan and Chen Zhe many times, and he could quickly see the difference between them.
Chen Zhe looked at Ren Wanyuan: “This should be hers, it’s different from yours.”
“Have you taken a good look?” The police officer took back the invitation card from Chen Zhe’s hand: “This is someone else’s thing.”
He then handed the invitation card back to Lu Lingxi, he remembered that Lu Lingxi was the homeroom teacher of that girl just now.
Ren Wanyuan pursed her lips, she suddenly did not know where to start, her mind was chaotic, “Then… where is my invitation card?”
The police didn’t speak, he looked at her side’s Shi Yutong.
Next to Ren Wanyuan, Shi Yutong had been acting weird since the police officer took out Bailian’s invitation card.
That invitation card was actually stuffed into Bailian’s bag by her.
How did it become Bailian’s?
Where was the invitation card she stuffed in?
“Miss Ren,” the police officer was such a person, they could even use ultra memory recovery techniques on psychopathic killers, Shi Yutong’s psychology was still immature to them, with one look he could see through her, “I think you’d better not look at people from other classes, is this classmate your friend?”
When looked at by him, Shi Yutong turned pale all over, limp like a wet noodle.
Ren Wanyuan lowered her head, staring fixedly at Shi Yutong.
The class monitor of Class 8 passed by and overheard this, and only then did he react and turn back to Class 8 to check Shi Yutong’s desk.
The others looked at each other in silence, and all followed up.
In fact, the class monitor of Class 8 didn’t search much either. As soon as he took out the schoolbag, a red invitation card fell out.
A very quiet scene.
Lu Lingxi expressionlessly looked at all the people from Class 8, and then turned to the vice principal: “Let the police handle it.”
“Of course,” said the police, “a 50,000 item is no longer a simple case of theft.”
The class monitor of Class 8 last suppressed his voice with some hesitation: “Chen Zhe, I heard this invitation card is hard to see? Why does Bailian have it too?”
And it seems to be a higher-level one.
Chen Zhe, as always the leader of Class 8, would naturally be asked about any matters by this group of crown princes.
However, now Chen Zhe only narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head.
Ren Wanyuan lowered her head without speaking.
**
Class 15.
When Bailian returned, her desk and chair had already been righted by someone, and her schoolbag and books were neatly organized back in their original state.
Her usually languid and carefree face carried a trace of gloom that was rarely seen.
Her beautiful brows were drawn with an aura of “I must kill someone today”.
Seeing her return, the others who were originally distracted couldn’t help but glance at her.
However…
No one dared to speak.
Bailian wore a blue and white school uniform jacket, with a white T-shirt underneath embroidered with a green bamboo shoot.
She pulled out her chair and lazily propped her right elbow on the desk as she elegantly flipped through her notebook.
In the noon sunlight filtering through the window, her half-closed eyes were shadowed beneath long lashes, like an offended white tiger, calm yet dangerous.
It was only after Bailian flipped another page of paper that things began to unfold.
Jiang Gongzi’s notebook had very clear formula questions that were easy to understand at a glance, but some parts were quite casual, such as:
Maxwell’s electromagnetic field theory –
Jiang Gongzi: [Skipped]
A classic charged particle motion problem –
Jiang Gongzi: [Obvious]
He drew a picture of the earth and added:
[The teacher wasn’t fully awake? There is no gravity, this is spacetime distortion]
A full page of clear theorems and notes, with the last line –
Jiang Gongzi: [What are these teachers blabbering about?]
[Do an IMO paper to calm down]
Jiang Gongzi endured carefully taking notes for a few days, and then questioned –
[Why do I have to sit here and listen to class?]
Further back were several pages analyzing planetary density problems based on celestial body motions, apparently written for others –
Jiang Gongzi: [Why do I need to explain such simple problems?]
He earnestly analyzed celestial motions for a few days, and finally burst out –
[What happened to Jiang Xijia’s brain? Did it get eaten by zombies?]
[Lü Lingming seems like a millipede]
[I want to blow up Xu Nanying]
[What are these three anyway?]
[It’s hard to imagine they were admitted to a university]
…
It was obvious he didn’t take class very seriously, often spacing out and sarcastically commenting.
Bailian almost laughed at these words.
She took out her phone – someone seemed to have also recalled something from his notebook, with an unread message from an hour ago.
Teacher Jiang: [Read something useful]
Bailian lazily replied while leaning on the table: [Like millipedes?]
Teacher Jiang: [……]
Bailian: [,]
The man surnamed Jiang on the other end stared at that comma for a while, then sent over a video from his photos.
Bailian opened it and took a look, it was a very magnificent blue fire ring with transparent blue flames swirling around it.
Her eyes lit up: [What is this?]
Teacher Jiang: [Mach shockwave ring]
Bailian saved the video: [Pretty!]
Teacher Jiang: [Feel better now?]
Bailian: [.]
She kept rewatching the Mach ring video lazily propped on her chin, forgetting about Shi Yutong and Ren Wanyuan. Only then did she idly pick up her pen to begin taking down his other careful analyses.
Behind her,
A bunch of people signaled Zhan Shize to ask. As classmates in the same class, they were united as one, and the new classmate didn’t seem like the kind of person to steal from others.
Don’t ask why, just ask – it’s because they have a filter for beautiful people.
Zhan Shize communicated with his eyes to them: [Why aren’t you guys asking?]
As a joke, he had already felt Bailian’s transformation and ferocity up close, and didn’t want to step forward to die, at least not now.
The others had a matter-of-fact expression: [Of course it’s because you’re handsome.]
Zhan Shize: [It also doesn’t seem like it wouldn’t be bad to die a little.]
Zhan Shize struggled internally for a long time. He saw that the person in front didn’t seem so dangerous, and was even slowly playing with the milk that had fallen to the ground just now in a leisurely manner.
Only then did he muster the courage to lightly tap the shoulder of the person in front.
Bailian turned her body slightly with one hand still propped on the desk, looking lazily: “Speak.”
“Oh,” Zhang Shize scratched his nose, “it’s just about that thing with Class 8, can it be resolved? What’s the situation now?”
These past two days he had been helping his mother do chores at home and was dead tired. He also had to wake his mother up every morning to eat, and now even his afternoon nap was disrupted by Class 8.
The others in Class 15 pretended to be conscientiously writing while secretly pricking up their ears. Even Zhang Shize’s gloomy seatmate Ning Xiao raised his head.
“It’s resolved.” Bailian slowly turned back to drink her milk and write down a character.
Zhang Shize was taken aback. Before he could ask how it was resolved, class teacher Lu Lingxi entered the classroom from the door and gently placed the invitation card on the table, “Next time don’t put such valuable items in your schoolbag, or they may get stolen and the thief could turn around and bite you.”
“Okay.” Bailian nodded.
Her seatmate Yang Lin, seeing Teacher Lu Lingxi return with the invitation card, was like, “…”
She was silent, seemingly wanting to curse something, but ultimately held back and silently took out a book to do problems.
When Lu Lingxi left the classroom.
The people of Class 15 couldn’t help but reveal their true colors and gathered around.
“Bailian, is this really yours?”
“What exactly happened?”
“Damn, I saw those Class 8 people being all mysterious this morning, and you actually have it too?”
“…”
Bailian:”……”
She casually tossed the invitation card in Zhang Shize’s hand and said lazily without hurrying: “Take a look, don’t disturb me from learning.”
They never would have thought that Ren Wanyuan from Class 8 was so mysteriously covering, Bailian just casually threw it to them. The group of people then swarmed Zhang Shize.
“Shhhh-“
The battlefield shifted to this group of boys.
Zhang Shize and the others in Class 15 took this so-called “White Tiger Auction House invitation card” to go play basketball during recess.
Some people from Class 8 who couldn’t stand the atmosphere also went to the playground to play basketball. When they got to the playground, they saw Zhang Shize and those big dumb guys from Class 15 waving around a red invitation card, asking whoever they met:
“Have you ever seen the invitation card for White Tiger Auction House? It’s the VIP version too.”
“Come on, let’s play ping pong with the White Tiger Auction House invitation card today.”
“…”
The nobles from Class 8 who were so mysteriously protecting the invitation card that morning: “…”
Their faces froze.
“Class monitor, let’s just go back.”
**
That evening, tutorial classes at 6pm proceeded as usual.
Ren Wanyuan and Shi Yutong didn’t come today.
The atmosphere in tutorial class was a bit quiet and strange today.
The class teacher of Class 8 arrived a bit late, and had been standing behind Bailian for a long time, wanting to say something but holding back each time.
Bailian turned her head back, looking at the Class 8 teacher with blinking eyes, as if asking:
“[What’s wrong]?”
As always, those clear black and white eyes were pure and distinct, her expression ordinary.
Not knowing how to express apologies to Bailian because of the midday incident, the Class 8 teacher fell silent.
He patted Bailian’s shoulder, both being intelligent people, he understood what Bailian meant – she bore no ill will towards others because of Class 8.
The Class 8 teacher then whispered, “I want to show yesterday’s answers to a few classmates, is that okay?” The answers contained some advanced content that some classmates may not understand, so he only planned to show two who would understand.
Bailian nodded: “Okay.” She lazily replied with a single character while idly spinning the pen between her fingers.
The Class 8 teacher then stood up straight, still playing yesterday’s lesson on the screen. He lightly closed the door and went to print out the two copies of Bailian’s answers that he had reorganized yesterday, planning to give them to Ningsong and Chen Zhe.
It was Bailian’s answers, so he asked for Bailian’s opinion first.
At 7:30pm, the Class 8 teacher sent down today’s exercises. And stood by Bailian’s side, whispering: “Bailian, someone is looking for you, tidy up your things first and leave early.”
Bailian grasped the spinning pen, her lazy reply another single character: “Okay.”
She packed up her things and left through the back door.
The tutorial location was in the Academic Building, and at this time boarding students were also in evening self-study, with the entire campus dim and quiet.
At the foot of the stairs in front of the Academic Building.
A black Audi was parked there silently.
In the dim light, Bailian’s too striking features were rendered gentle in her simple school uniform as she slowly walked down the stairs, back straight with relaxed yet modest bearing.
The senior secretary spotted from afar a lithe figure walking over and presumed it was from the Ji family. He lightly knocked on the rear car door to report to Ren Qian: “Sir, she’s coming.”
“Mmm.” Ren Qian nodded faintly.
That afternoon when he heard about the school incident, he carefully investigated the records of the Ji family, including Bailian’s.
Her records were very ordinary – she recently transferred household registration to Xiangcheng, parents unknown, only scored 85 points in Xiangcheng Middle School’s liberal arts test. Now living with Ji Heng in a slum.
That was about it, very clean.
At least on paper, there was nothing remarkable about her, a very ordinary high school senior, so ordinary that thrown into a crowd she wouldn’t cause a ripple.
Then where did this special White Tiger Auction House invitation come from?
Ren Qian got out from the backseat and looked up at the girl who had just stepped off the last stair.
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