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The girl’s face was magnified on the big screen.

Her cold, pale, slender fingers gripped the helmet, with a hint of red visible at her wrist. Even through the distant lens, one could feel her presence.

It was the vigor that belonged uniquely to her age.

At the starting line, after a moment of silence, the crowd’s cheers suddenly erupted like surging waves.

Female riders were rare on the track, and those with such strong skills were even rarer, especially when they had a third quality—

Being so good-looking!

“Xu, this is amazing!” Charles’s deep brown eyes lit up with intense color. He excitedly turned to look at Xu Nanjing beside him. “Oh, your sister is truly surprising!”

Charles patted Xu Nanjing’s shoulder, laughing, “You Chinese people are really too modest!”

He used several exclamation marks to express his surprise and satisfaction.

The final two laps were absolutely a feast for motorcycle enthusiasts.

Xu Nanjing came to his senses and smiled back at Charles, “I’m glad you like it.”

His face was calm, but Xu Nanjing’s heart was like a drop of water falling into hot oil.

“Of course,” Charles looked at the finish line, “Does your sister have time? I’d like to meet her.”

“She,” Xu Nanjing saw that Jiang Fuli was already gone, and apologized to Charles, “She’s in her final year of high school. It was already difficult for her to come here, and she needs to go back to study.”

“That’s too bad, Xu. Well, let’s discuss our cooperation then.” Charles’s enthusiasm didn’t diminish.

The red bike belonged to Charles’s team and took first place. Charles was very satisfied, and even brought up the cooperation that Xu Nanjing had been thinking about.

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The two returned to the VIP room. Behind them, Xiao Bingwen and Xiao Yilei exchanged glances, both seeing disbelief in each other’s eyes. “Miss Bai she…”

Xiao Yilei had no words to describe it, finally using just one phrase: “She was amazing.”

Xiao Bingwen recalled those defiant eyes on the big screen and let out a deep breath.

“But… this time we got lucky from misfortune,” Xiao Yilei clenched his fist and looked excitedly at Xiao Bingwen, “The young master secured the cooperation!”

Guo Huai had left, and someone had leaked this to Charles. Charles was dissatisfied, but then Bai Lian appeared out of nowhere, showing classic lean angles in the final two tracks, displaying such superior skills while staying right behind the red bike…

With all these factors, Charles was in high spirits when he agreed to Xu Nanjing’s proposal.

If Guo Huai hadn’t left and everything had proceeded normally, Charles wouldn’t have agreed so quickly – it would have taken at least another month of negotiation.

“After today, her position in Nanjing’s heart might be higher than Xu Jinyi’s,” Xiao Bingwen said softly.

With Jiang Fuli there, being very much to Xu Nanjing’s taste, knowing motorcycles, and handling Charles…

Xiao Bingwen thought it might not just be a “might” anymore.

Xu Jinyi’s position as the “young lady” of Xiangjiang district might need to make room after Bai Lian enters Jiangjing.

Not far away.

In the crowd, the Class 8 monitor also came to his senses. He nudged Chen Zhu beside him, “Chen, that… that was Bai Lian, right?”

He could hardly recognize that bold and unrestrained face on the big screen.

Chen Zhu looked at the screen that had now turned to advertisements, saying nothing.

** Bai Lian returned to the rest area.

Jiang Fuli was already waiting at the door. After the lean angle display, she was in a good mood. She took out her hair tie and reached out to him, “Where’s the hairpin?”

She couldn’t wear the hairpin with the helmet, so Bai Lian had Jiang Fuli take it out.

Jiang Fuli maintained his cool and aloof demeanor. Even casual white clothes looked dignified on him.

His fingers held two wooden hairpins as he looked down, gesturing for Bai Lian to sit.

Bai Lian sat on the sofa. Jiang Fuli stood behind her, his distinct knuckles running through her black hair. His movements were unhurried but orderly as he gathered a bundle of black hair.

“Do you know how?” Bai Lian felt him fiddling with her hair. She leaned back slightly on the sofa, somewhat hesitant.

“Mm.” Jiang Fuli lowered his eyes and responded casually, gathering half her hair in the back. The first attempt wasn’t smooth, but by the second try, he got the hang of it.

“I just watched it all,” Jiang Fuli wound the black hair around the wooden hairpin, his movements gentle and his voice soft, “The process was cool.”

He gave his honest evaluation.

Bai Lian lounged lazily against the sofa, not rushing him.

“But…” Jiang Fuli gently inserted the wooden hairpin into her hair. It was loose, but at least it stayed in. He paused, then took up the second hairpin, “It was dangerous.”

He paused before saying those three words.

Xu Nanjing knew racing, but Jiang Fuli had never watched a race before. Today was his first time because of Bai Lian.

The whole process was extremely dangerous.

Especially the last two curves – Bai Lian’s reckless attitude left Jiang Fuli almost breathless, while everyone else was cheering.

Jiang Fuli wound the second hairpin in place. Her loose hair seemed somewhat more stable now.

Though not as neat as when she did it herself.

He looked at it, then slowly moved to face her, gradually crouching down to meet her eyes. His brows usually carried a hint of aloofness, but today they had softened slightly.

Jiang Fuli spoke softly: “Even if you ride in the future, could you go a bit slower?”

Those light-colored eyes were like glass beads, quietly watching her, serious and persistent.

“Or I’ll tell your grandfather,” he added finally.

Bai Lian: “…Fine.”

“Get me paper and a pen,” Bai Lian urged Jiang Fuli, “I have some inspiration.”

The life-and-death speed just now had given Bai Lian a burst of inspiration, and she wanted to capture it quickly.

When Xu Nanjing and Xiao Bingwen returned from their business, Bai Lian was writing something on a paper, her head lowered as she sat by the window with a lamp shining above.

“We’ll leave in a bit,” Jiang Fuli glanced at Xu Nanjing and Xiao Bingwen.

Xu Nanjing walked over to look, “Not leaving now?”

Bai Lian was drawing something, probably numbers – anyway, it was something Xu Nanjing had never seen before.

Xiao Bingwen didn’t dare wander around, just quietly staying to one side. His attitude toward Bai Lian now was more respectful than before – what she had shown was enough to earn respect.

“Wait until she’s done.” Jiang Fuli reopened his laptop, the screen’s glow illuminating his cold face.

Without a guzheng, Bai Lian could only roughly record her inspiration.

** Nine o’clock.

Xiao Bingwen drove them back.

Bai Lian and Jiang Fuli sat in the spacious back seat. With Yan Lu’s next song showing promise, Bai Lian finally had the mood to open the app, which also activated the screen’s plugin.

She casually opened her account.

Monthly rankings from top to bottom—

NO.1 Liang Wuyu 48800 NO.2 Xu Zhiyue 45112 … NO.16 Ning Xiao 35587 … NO.37 Song Min 32589 … NO.43 Tang Ming 30178 … NO.261 Bai Shaoqi 22493 … NO.852 Baijian 0

What should have been an overwhelming flood of private messages had now completely disappeared. After a brief lag, Bai Lian’s app instantly became smooth again.

She glanced at her points, then clicked into this month’s question bank. Each question in the monthly bank was worth 100 points. She hadn’t done any questions yet, and the first one she came across was math.

It was a fill-in-the-blank range problem.

In a quadratic equation, a, b, c form a triangle, find the range of a+b-c.

Bai Lian could tell how to solve it after just a glance. She opened the drawing board on her phone and started calculating.

In the driver’s seat, Xiao Bingwen turned on the music. In the car, Yan Lu’s voice started playing, and Bai Lian instinctively looked up.

In the passenger seat, Xu Nanjing was now very enthusiastic about all of Bai Lian’s actions. Seeing her look up, he immediately perked up, “Little sister Bai Lian, you know this song too? This is the singer Xiao Bingwen likes…”

“Yan Lu,” Xiao Bingwen checked the rearview mirror and politely answered. Speaking of his favorite song, he added: “This song would sound better played on guzheng.”

Mentioning guzheng reminded Xu Nanjing that Bai Lian could play too. He smiled at her, “Little sister Bai Lian, he has a childhood friend who learned guzheng from a famous teacher. We can introduce you in a while.”

“You mean Shuhe?” Xiao Bingwen’s expression softened slightly at the mention of this person.

“That’s her,” Xu Nanjing said to Bai Lian, “There are many people learning guzheng in Jiangjing, and many good teachers. If you want to properly learn guzheng…”

He talked on and on.

Bai Lian lowered her head, flipping to the next question, and honestly said: “I just play guzheng as a hobby, I never thought about learning it seriously.”

She only loved studying now.

Otherwise, why would Director Jian think he couldn’t persuade her and had to return to Jiangjing.

“Being good at guzheng is very useful,” Xiao Bingwen joined in, “Shuhe is very skilled, her teacher values her highly, I heard she’s going to be taken to meet Old Master Chen.”

Xu Nanjing shrugged. He wasn’t very interested in guzheng, but he had heard of Liu Shuhe’s reputation.

They arrived at Qingshui Street.

Jiang Fuli walked Bai Lian out.

Xu Nanjing looked at the low buildings of Qingshui Street, figuring Jiang Fuli would take a while to return. He got out and leaned against the car door to smoke.

Xiao Bingwen got out from the other side.

The two talked about today’s events.

“When we send some rare materials to Academician Ma,” Xiao Bingwen roughly estimated and asked Xu Nanjing: “What do you think are the chances he’ll agree to let Professor Huang become an honorary professor?”

He hadn’t given up.

“If Academician Ma needs materials, he’ll find Young Master Jiang. Unless you can offer something that really moves him,” Xu Nanjing flicked his cigarette ash and shook his head, “If he were that easy to approach, he wouldn’t be known as the clean stream among academicians.”

Not joining any faction, just focusing on research.

His achievements, medals… even Old Master Chen was polite when meeting him.

“What are you planning to do about Guo Huai?” Xiao Bingwen brought up the main issue.

Xu Nanjing’s eyes cooled, “My second uncle gets news so quickly, I suppose he’ll know about my negotiations with Charles by tomorrow.”

If he finds out the cooperation was advanced by coincidence…

** Ji Heng’s courtyard.

It was Saturday, and Jiang He had been with Ji Heng all day, swinging his legs as he watched Ji Heng draw.

Seeing Bai Lian return, Ji Heng looked at her hair, “Where did you go? Your hair’s a mess.”

Bai Lian wanted to laugh but held it back: “Running.”

“There’s late-night snacks.” Ji Heng knew Bai Lian loved exercising, just pointed at the pot and continued drawing.

Bai Lian took the snacks back to her room, took out her guzheng and paper, and started revising tonight’s inspiration.

This piece was also taking shape.

Different from the previous two styles, Bai Lian positioned this one as a celebration feast. Worried about disturbing the neighbors, she pressed the strings very lightly, planning to refine it over the next two days.

After roughly revising the piece, she finally picked up her phone and slowly worked on the app’s exercises.

No one knew that NO.852 Baijian had already become NO.598 in one night.

** Monday.

After school in the afternoon.

At the school gate.

Class 8 students also saw the outstanding Bai Lian.

“What are you doing?” Seatmate Bao Boyu put on his backpack and looked at the Class 8 monitor.

The monitor hesitated, lowering his voice slightly: “I’m going back to get Teacher to print out Bai Lian and Ning Xiao’s study methods and materials, want to come?”

When he said this, Bao Boyu quickly looked at Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan in front, finally saying: “You’re really going?”

“Mm.” The monitor remembered what he saw two nights ago, and the school rankings: “You know, all three of them got 730 points.”

“You think you can get thirty points just by looking at it? There’s only three months left,” Bao Boyu said quietly, “You think you can get into Beicheng University after reading it? Instead of wasting time on this, why not try to get on Chen and Ren Wanxuan’s good side?”

They both had similar grades, far from Beicheng University’s requirements.

The monitor paused, “What if? I’m going to print it, you really not coming?”

Bao Boyu looked helplessly at him, as Bai Lian seemed to have some inexplicable faith-gathering power in school: “Not going.”

“Then I’ll go by myself.” The monitor left quietly.

Up ahead.

Bai Lian held her phone, scrolling through questions on the screen, and saw Xu Nanjing waiting outside.

He was talking on the phone while watching the flow of people.

On the other end was Gao Yan, “You owe a big favor for this. Young Master Jiang didn’t hit you, did he?”

“It’s fine,” Xu Nanjing touched his nose, smiling: “Anyway, you just need to know about this, as for the rest, arrange it as you see fit. First find me ten or eight tutors.”

Charles’s matter was a great help, and Gao Yan originally wanted to make Bai Lian her goddaughter. Hearing this news now, she just sighed, “She’s your lucky star. Don’t worry, I’ve already reserved all her future positions. Why don’t you ask if she’s interested in becoming my goddaughter?”

Xu Nanjing just smiled, “That I don’t know.”

Bai Lian walked closer and heard him on the phone, so she didn’t disturb him.

Xu Nanjing glanced over.

He happened to see the somewhat familiar page on Bai Lian’s phone.

Xu Nanjing politely said to Gao Yan, “I’ll call you back later.”

Then he hung up the phone and stared at Bai Lian’s phone, “Little sister Bai Lian, what’s that on your phone?”

“This?”

When someone asked, Bai Lian would answer. She turned her phone toward Xu Nanjing, and he just caught a message across the screen—

[Hello, your answer has been selected as the standard solution!]