Zhu Jiaran waved her hand. She currently didn’t have the energy, “We aren’t close enough to make a group chat.”
Tang Ming made a study group chat.
On the right.
Ren Wanxuan’s group of four were discussing where to go eat dinner tonight.
Their voices weren’t loud, but very noticeable in the quiet lecture hall.
Zhu Jiaran looked at their group somewhat enviously, then said in a low voice, “They’re going to Wanhe Building for dinner. Hey, do you guys know Wanhe Building? It’s members only.”
Tang Ming nodded. He lowered his voice, “Besides Class 8, probably no one else has been right?”
Ning Xiao and Bailian didn’t say anything.
No reaction.
Zhu Jiaran looked at those two. A gloomy ace student, and a 85 liberal arts failing student. These two looked like they came from very average families. They probably hadn’t heard of Wanhe Building.
She understood, but still felt down.
Bailian didn’t pay attention to the others. She only took out her phone and opened WeChat.
Teacher Jiang: ?It’s raining?
So Bailian looked out the window. Indeed it was drizzling outside.
She stared at the rain outside, spacing out for a good while.
Only then did she slowly lower her head and message Jiang Fuli back.
Bailian: ?Can I show your questions from last night to some classmates??
**
CRFS Lab. Jiang Fuli looked at the output data on the computer.
The lab temperature was low. He wore a black windbreaker. His pale index and middle fingers held a pen, pointing at the projection on the screen, slowly analyzing to the group members: “This is the missing energy data previously detected by the LIW probe. The red, yellow and green are possible single gamma backgrounds. Almost no WIWP was found…”
The other group members listened to his analysis attentively.
Occasionally he would ask some questions which they could basically answer.
The group members had become much less troublesome. Jiang Fuli nodded slightly. He sat down, looked up to take off his glasses, “He Wen, I also sent your paper to Professor Ma. Pay attention to your inbox.”
He leaned against his chair. His features were cold and deep. One leg lazily propped up, playing with his phone in his hand. His entire being differentiated him from the other people in the lab.
Very much like a snow lotus blooming alone at the top of a snowy mountain, noble and cold, do not get near.
He Wen pressed the voice recorder, extremely moved, “Thank you Young Master Jiang!”
Their group was different from the others in the lab. They only needed to focus on research, never having to worry about someone snatching the first authorship of their papers.
They could tag along on Jiang Fuli’s papers.
Even if their contribution to the paper was just helping print it…
Additionally, Jiang Fuli would also help them find various big shots in the field to revise their papers.
He Wen would always remember during his own graduation defense last year, Jiang Fuli had sat in the audience with a phone halfway through.
The professor who had always troubled him didn’t dare say another word. The other professors even asked simple questions like “What did you eat today”. He Wen, who thought he wouldn’t graduate, not only graduated smoothly, but was also introduced by Professor Ma to Jiang Fuli’s lab.
He deeply understood why everyone desperately wanted to get into Jiang Fuli’s lab.
Jiang Fuli flipped to the next experimental report and looked up at a group member, coldly, “Did I not explain clearly enough? Other than not being able to figure out what you were writing from the first glance of your report, I still can’t figure it out with every other glance.
“Please tell me what state of mind you were in when writing this?”
That group member shivered in fear, “…Sorr…sorry.”
The others collectively lowered their heads and retreated back a step.
To avoid getting implicated.
Jiang Fuli stopped at the last page and said coldly, “My name is also added as the advisor. Are you planning to frame me?”
His phone lit up.
A message popped up on the screen—
Classmate Bai: ?Can I show your questions from last night to some classmates??
Jiang Fuli’s tone changed.
He shifted slightly to the side. His fair and slender fingertips tapped unhurriedly on his phone, pondering for a moment before saying to that group member, “Rewrite it.”
Jiang Fuli looked at the time. While replying to the message, he got up and left the lab—
?You can?
The group member, who had expected to undergo a storm of blood and violence but was instead lightly handled, suddenly felt a sense of fantasy.
He Wen pushed up his glasses again and affirmatively said, “Something’s not right.”
The remaining people all nodded.
After another minute, the group member who felt reborn reached out to strangle He Wen’s neck, “Ah, He Wen! You’ve completely ruined your image in front of me! How can such a person like you be on Peking University’s honor roll?!”
He Wen quickly said, “I bought voice recorders for everyone, they’re about to arrive. Hey, don’t hit me…”
“He the genius, you sneaky bastard recording by yourself to amaze everyone?!”
“…Then you guys better not hit my face either…”
“……”
**
Bailian always listened to the teacher. Teacher said peer learning group so she asked Jiang Fuli.
After obtaining Jiang Fuli’s permission, she put her phone back in the desk and copied Jiang Fuli’s questions into three copies for the other group members.
Ning Xiao in front glanced at her and reached out to take it.
When Tang Ming took a look, he was surprised. Growing up, he had never seen such neat handwriting before. He gave her a thumbs up, “You have very neat writing.”
Zhu Jiaran also took the questions, “Thanks, but what is this?”
“A question,” Bailian looked outside. Not knowing what she was thinking, hearing the voices, she came back to her senses. She put away her pen, “Very comprehensive, someone else gave it to me. Very helpful for physics. You guys can practice more when free. I’ll give you the answers tomorrow.”
“Oh okay, I’ll take a look.” Tang Ming stared at the questions. Magnetic field problems.
But it covered a lot of content and he felt a little dizzy after looking at it for twenty minutes without really understanding it.
He bookmarked it for now and put it aside.
The half hour passed quickly, but many people didn’t leave immediately tonight because of the peer groups.
In front, Ning Xiao threw the teacher’s questions aside and had been studying Bailian’s question the whole time.
On the right, Ren Wanxuan packed up her stuff.
“My mom already reserved seats,” she stood up and said to the others, “let’s go first.”
Immediately winning cheers.
The other peer groups could only watch them enviously.
Zhu Jiaran still lay there without moving. She couldn’t take her eyes off Ren Wanxuan’s group until they left from the back door.
“Ah,” Zhu Jiaran let out a long sigh.
Tang Ming lived on campus so he wasn’t in a hurry to leave. He screenshot Bailian’s profile pic in the dorm group chat—
?I swear, she really hasn’t posted on Moment! ?
?If I secretly take pics of her wouldn’t I become a pervert??
Seeing Tang Ming’s worthless appearance, Zhu Jiaran tsked and packed up to return to her dorm.
**
Bailian stood at the stair entrance of the Integrated Building.
The rain was heavy, blanketing the entire campus dense like a net. The already dim school was further shrouded in the rain fog, increasingly blurred.
There were almost no people on the road. The vast sky and earth was like there was only her.
The only sound was that of the rain. Bailian stared at the continuous rain, and started pondering again. She should have died in Xiangcheng long ago. Was what’s happening now just her sweet dreams about Xiangcheng?
Bailian stood at the stair entrance of the Integrated Building.
A faint voice passed through the rain, “What are you dazing there for?”
Bailian looked up to see Jiang Fuli standing there, one step up the stairs from her.
His figure was tall and slender. Wearing a long coat to his knees, his powerful yet pale right hand held a black umbrella. Under the rushing rain his entire being was unhurried. He elegantly tilted the umbrella forward a bit, “Your phone on silent?”
Jiang Fuli shook his phone indicating for her to see. His slightly raised brows lacked some of the normal indifference.
“What are you doing here?” Bailian slowly regained her senses, and unhurriedly touched her pocket then looked up, “I think I left my phone in the lecture hall.”
Jiang Fuli raised a brow. He handed the umbrella to Bailian, “Where’s your tutoring classroom?”
Bailian took the umbrella. She stood on the stairs across the rain and looked at him lazily, her pitch black pupils reflecting the light from the street lamp outside, “First floor, last lecture hall on the right, fourth row, first seat.”
Jiang Fuli entered the building.
Because students took tutoring classes here at night, the lights on the first floor were all on.
He had a tall figure. His exquisite features were as aloof and noble as always, making it so Ren Wanxuan’s group noticed him almost instantly.
What drew people’s attention to Jiang Fuli wasn’t his outstanding looks, but the noble temperament ingrained in his bones. Even just walking there like this, the arrogance he emitted made people unable to get close.
He walked unhurriedly past Ren Wanxuan, Chen Zhuo and the others. His fair complexion was completely frosty. Even the hem of his clothes seemed to carry chill air.
He didn’t even glance at them.
Zhu Jiaran, who had just exited the lecture hall, also saw him and her footsteps stuttered.
“Who’s that?” After Jiang Fuli’s back disappeared, Ren Wanxuan’s group whispered among themselves.
Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhuo glanced at each other, both shaking their heads, but guessed he probably wasn’t from Xiangcheng. Just his righteous aura, such people couldn’t be raised in Xiangcheng.
As soon as they stepped out the building, Ren’s family car was already parked at the entrance of the Integrated Building.
Because they were eating together, the one picking her up was Ren’s family driver. Seeing Bailian squatting at the stair entrance, the driver looked at the rearview mirror to ask Ren Wanxuan, “The young master said to bring Miss Bai to eat together.”
“Her grandpa…” Chen Zhuo withdrew his gaze looking at Bailian, uninterested.
He had heard from Ren Wanxuan. Bailian had obtained the invite completely by one in a billion chance luck.
Upon hearing “Bailian”, Ren Wanxuan became irritated for no reason. Her face cold, she directly told the driver, “No need to care about her, drive.”
So the driver drove away.
Chen Zhuo didn’t bring Bailian up again.
Inside the Integrated Building, Jiang Fuli found the last lecture hall.
There were only a few people left in the lecture hall when he entered, more than half the lights were off.
Jiang Fuli found Bailian’s seat. Indeed there was a Huawei phone left in the desk hole. There was still a male student in front doing problems. He raised a brow.
With one glance he could tell it was the question he had given out. This student still hadn’t solved it.
Dumber than Jiang Xizuo*, Jiang Fuli indifferently evaluated.
(*Jiang Xizuo is Jiang Fuli’s younger brother)
Jiang Fuli withdrew his gaze. He took the phone and walked out. Passing by the trash can, his peripheral vision seemed to spot something. Jiang Fuli’s footsteps stopped as he halted by the trash can.
There was very little trash inside the trash can.
Lowering his head, he saw the paper crudely balled up and tossed in.
Jiang Fuli stood with his back facing the light. He lowered his eyes completely hiding his face in the shadows. His already cold face became even more frosty.
He bent down and picked up the paper from the trash can. His slender and shapely fingers slowly unfolded it. Very well behaved, very neat boxed style, Bailian’s handwriting, copying out the question he had written for her last night.
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