ATLAS TRANSLATES

Zhao Jingzhou was a popular lawyer online, known for almost never losing any cases he handled.

When Chi Yundai appeared on “Come On, Friend”, everyone’s first reaction was – why didn’t they invite Zhao Jingzhou? Until now, when Zhao Jingzhou’s Weibo post topped the trending topics.

Li Yang’s fans commented: [Lawyer Zhao, blink if you’re being forced]

Some casual observers expressed confusion: [Why haven’t I heard of Chi Yundai online before?]

Two minutes later, an informed lawyer quietly commented: [Of course you haven’t heard of him – he handles international major cases. Remember when the NS Group had financial issues two years ago? That global top 100 company disappeared… He was behind that.]

Soon, another netizen shared a screenshot of a criminal law encyclopedia, where everyone saw the text:

[Editorial Committee Members: Chi Yundai]

Many people started sharing Strawberry Ice Cream’s Weibo post: [You haven’t heard of him because he operates at a much higher level]

Jiangjiang Law University joined in, reposting the official “Come On, Friend” account: [No wonder Professor Chi won’t come back for lectures – you’ve stolen him from us. Anyone who tries to steal Professor Chi from us will die [smile]]

Seeing all this evidence about Chi Yundai, the haters were speechless. As for creating a false image…

Could someone fake Chi Yundai’s credentials?

Beyond Chi Yundai, netizens’ attention turned to the Jiangjiang Research Institute.

Few had heard of Jiangjiang Preparatory Camp, but everyone knew Jiangjiang University – it was practically every student’s dream school.

Netizens looked at the Research Institute’s Weibo post, some even logging out and back in, thinking their eyes were playing tricks.

[So this is their daily homework?]

[Had to kneel down to read it again]

[…]

This wave of attention grew too large – by the time Li Yang’s side noticed something was wrong, it was too late to suppress the trending topics.

Li Yang sat angrily in the private car, while the manager beside him made calls, sweating profusely. They both realized this was truly the end.

Mass unfollowing, complete loss of public goodwill.

The manager looked at the unanswered calls, returning to the webpage. “Chi Yundai… if he’s so impressive, why didn’t they show it in the program?”

He said dejectedly.

Then there were those two high school students.

He was overwhelmed with work when he saw Strawberry Ice Cream posting screenshots to the fan group-

[So this is real, they weren’t just marketing?]

[You didn’t reject joining because of this?]

The manager glanced at it without responding.

On the other end of the phone, the girl stared at the screen for a long time without replying.

After being in the entertainment industry for so long, Strawberry Ice Cream finally realized after her impulse that Li Yang’s team wasn’t what she had imagined.

She stood up, took down all the pictures of Li Yang in her room, left the group chat, opened Weibo to look at her following list, and deleted everyone related to Li Yang. When she saw the character “Jian” in a Weibo handle, she hesitated but didn’t delete it.

A celebrity’s super fan publicly unfollowing has a huge impact on the star.

Li Yang lost countless followers at once.

At the “Come On, Friend” production team.

The director looked at the rising trending topics-

NO.1 Chi Yundai NO.2 Jiangjiang University
NO.3 Zhao Jingzhou

He drank water to calm himself, “Wang Xin, why didn’t you tell me such big news earlier?”

Wang Xin already knew about Chi Yundai, but she was surprised by Bai Lian and Ning Xiao.

“Would Miss Yan Lu consider doing two more variety shows?” the director looked at Wang Xin seriously. Of course, it would be even better if Bai Lian came.

“She’s focusing on honing her acting skills, preparing for her next audition,” Wang Xin shook her head as she put away her phone and stood up. “Don’t over-promote Miss Bai.”

“Don’t worry,” the director said with some regret, “I didn’t let the students’ popularity rise too much.”

Wang Xin left without saying more, pulling her trench coat closer as she opened the office door.

After she left, in the office, the assistant director said softly, “Yan Lu’s friends, how are they…”

All so outstanding?

They knew that phone belonged to Ning Xiao, a cold and gloomy youth.

A future Jiangjiang University student.

If only they could make a variety show with them.

“You were saying earlier about advertising Lawyer Chi to increase his fame,” someone sitting on the far right quietly spoke up.

Director: “…”

“We need to hold tight to Yan Lu’s connections,” he coughed lightly, then put down his water cup to change the subject, looking at others in the office. “Everyone work hard, check what other discussions are online. Also, specifically edit a video for the Xingyi Martial Arts School.”

The director knew Yan Lu’s future achievements would definitely not be low.

“Come On, Friend” reached new heights of popularity.

During this time, even students in closed schools had heard of “Come On, Friend,” “Jiangjiang Prep Camp,” and “Chi Yundai.”

Both Yan Lu and the show went viral.

Previously, Yan Lu became known to the public through her songs, but everyone was familiar with her songs rather than her as a person. She even had fewer fans than Principal Jian and Baijian.

But after the show aired, Yan Lu became famous with unimaginable popularity.

The “Da Yong” production team also took the opportunity to release a preview.

At Zhao Jingzhou’s law firm.

He scrolled through the screen, then found Yan Lu’s Weibo and followed her.

“Lawyer Zhao,” his assistant was very surprised, “how is Professor Chi so familiar with this celebrity?”

Logically, Chi Yundai shouldn’t know these people.

Zhao Jingzhou put down his phone, thinking back to what he saw in Xiangcheng earlier, and calmly said: “He’s probably not familiar with Yan Lu.”

Chi Yundai was very respectful to that man and a student.

Wednesday evening.

Xiangshan Avenue.

Xu He got out of the taxi with his suitcase.

“Arrived?” His mother called.

Xu He just responded with a “mm.”

“I heard the Third Young Master returned, leaving you alone in Xiangcheng?” Xu’s mother paused here, wanting to ask if he could ever return to Jiangjiang, but afraid of hurting her son, she didn’t ask. “Ah He, don’t worry, maybe the situation isn’t as bad as we imagine.”

Not that bad?

Xu He looked at the surrounding buildings – indeed, it wasn’t as run-down as he imagined, and the roads were newly paved.

“I know, the First Madam values this place,” he forced a smile to comfort his mother. “Maybe Miss Bai is also very nice.”

His mother didn’t say more, but they both knew clearly that this Miss Bai was from Xiangcheng. No matter how good Xiangcheng was, how good could it be?

They didn’t even have a single level-six martial artist to maintain face.

Coming here was like being exiled, and Xu He wasn’t even exiled to the Xu family, but to an unknown martial arts school. Returning to Jiangjiang would be as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Xu He didn’t continue.

He quickly found the Xingyi Martial Arts School following the navigation.

Located at the scenic area’s entrance, the lighting wasn’t bright. Compared to the magnificent Xu family training base, the Xingyi School wasn’t large, with many tourists at the entrance.

The passersby were all ordinary people.

Having anticipated this, Xu He knocked on the door without much expectation.

The door was opened from inside by a middle-aged man wearing white training clothes, his forehead covered in sweat, eyes like cold stars: “Teacher Xu He?”

Xu He was startled by this person’s presence, composing himself: “Yes, that’s me.”

“Perfect timing, Miss Bai has been waiting for you,” Jin Kai smiled, opening the door to let Xu He in. “I’m the school’s master. Thank you for helping out this time.”

Xu He followed Jin Kai inside curiously, immediately seeing people training on the left.

Not many people were training at this hour. One person was wielding long fist techniques, their punches seeming to stir up visible dust, using moves he had never seen before.

Xu He secretly wondered – he could tell these practitioners weren’t amateurs.

He followed Jin Kai through a corridor to the back courtyard.

In the courtyard at a stone table, a girl sat lazily on a nearby stool. She wore a blue and white school uniform with open collar, legs slightly crossed, one hand propped on the table holding her phone.

She was casually accepting an orange from a middle-aged woman, the courtyard’s dim lights casting a golden glow on her.

“Miss Bai,” Jin Kai stepped forward to report, “he’s here.”

Bai Lian peeled the orange leisurely, looking at Xu He, raising an eyebrow: “Level six?”

Though the girl before him looked young and refined, Xu He felt inexplicable pressure, tensing up: “Yes, Miss Bai.”

Though he had internal injuries, he was indeed level six.

Bai Lian had already heard Jin Kai’s explanation that Xu He was filling in. She popped an orange segment into her mouth, elbow resting on the table, thinking briefly: “Spar with Master Jin.”

Fighting right after arriving – Xu He hesitated for a moment but still put his suitcase aside, looking apologetically at Jin Kai, “Fists have no eyes, please forgive me.”

Though he had internal injuries, based on his experience at the Xu family, dealing with an ordinary person from a border town shouldn’t be difficult.

Master Jin tightened his belt, very gracefully raising his hand, grinning at him.

Xu He’s expression turned serious. Left foot back, he immediately launched his signature long fist technique straight at Jin Kai’s face!

Jin Kai blocked his right hand, countering to pin him – he was strength-based-

Bang!

Xu He was thrown to the ground.

“Ah,” Bai Lian stood up, carefully observing Xu He’s condition, tilting her head to speak to Jin Kai, “he’s a bit weak. Tomorrow, have him take a medicinal bath, see if he can adapt.”

Jin Kai nodded, going outside to prepare the herbs.

Only Xu He lay there confused, staring at the starry sky above.

Wasn’t this place supposed to not even have level-six practitioners? Shouldn’t he be the only level-six expert?

Why couldn’t he even beat an ordinary school master? The script wasn’t going according to plan.

Bai Lian only checked her phone after arranging for Xu He, opening her chat with Mao Kun.

Mao Kun: [Two million]

Referring to the invitation in her hand.

Two million – the black market price was four times higher than the first time.

Bai Lian’s expression remained blank.

When Jiang Fuli stopped the car, he saw her lazily leaning against a tree with her schoolbag, wearing her uniform, eyes languid, simple and pure.

Behind her was the entrance to the ancient street. These days the show had gone viral, with streams of people and lights becoming mere dots in her background.

He lowered the car window, honking to signal her to get in.

This wasn’t a good place to park.

Bai Lian got in and fastened her seatbelt, her phone automatically connecting to Bluetooth. Jiang Fuli drove into traffic, “Why aren’t you listening to vocabulary?”

“Forgot,” Bai Lian lowered her head, slowly opening the vocabulary app.

While listening, she flipped to Xu Nanjing’s WeChat-

[Coming back?]

On the other end, Xu Nanjing had just boarded the plane and was about to turn off his phone when he received Bai Lian’s message. He laughed-

[Can’t come back for a while, too much time wasted]

Bai Lian’s fingertip tapped her phone: [Give me an address, sending something]

He sent an address, then asked: [Are you sending me local specialties?]

Bai Lian: [.]

She leaned back, asking Jiang Fuli: “Do you know Xu He?”

Jiang Fuli drove steadily, “Nanjing mentioned him. He’s from a Xu family branch, trustworthy.”

Xu Nanjing knew the martial arts school was Bai Lian’s place, so naturally informed Jiang Fuli before sending someone there.

On the phone.

Xu Wenyao sent a caring message asking if she was under too much study pressure lately.

Bai Lian replied it was fine.

The car gradually drove towards Qingshui Street. Jiang Fuli’s hand rested on the steering wheel, fingers tapping unhurriedly, “Not eating first?”

“It’s still early today,” Bai Lian lowered her eyes, scrolling through her phone screen. She planned to go back today: “I’m going back to have dinner with Grandfather.”

Jiang Fuli didn’t say anything more.

The car reached Qingshui Street. Jiang Fuli parked and walked inside with Bai Lian, a rare peaceful moment.

Jiang Fuli stood on Bai Lian’s left, walking unhurriedly. Above them were streetlights and moonlight. His profile was bathed in light, his features elegant and aloof, quiet yet giving off a sense of distance.

The two stopped at the street corner under a lamp. Jiang Fuli stopped and turned his head to look at her, slightly opening his hand.

Meanwhile, in Jiangjiang.

At Madam Xu’s place.

The Xu family rarely had everyone together for dinner. Madam Xu looked at Xu Wenyao, her expression not good, “It’s been months, how long are you going to fight with Shujun?”

Xu Wenyao put down his phone and picked up his chopsticks, stating plainly: “Grandmother, we broke up.”

The Qi family was a connection Madam Xu had worked hard to establish. She absolutely wouldn’t allow Xu Wenyao to be foolish at this crucial time.

Madam Xu was about to explode in anger.

Xu En raised his head to stop her, “Mom, the main family patriarch’s birthday this year is important. We still need your guidance on what gift to send – the board and I haven’t decided yet.”

Main family?

Since marrying into the Xu family, Ji Mulan heard this term for the first time, raising her head involuntarily.

She naturally knew that in a place like Jiangjiang, the Xu family was only a minor family. Yet even such a minor family was what she and the Bai and Song families had been chasing for so long. So what was this main family the Xu family spoke of?

“That’s right,” this matter had been listed as top priority by the Xu family this year. Madam Xu’s attention was diverted, “You should bring some gifts to ask the Qi family, and that daughter of your old classmate – I remember she’s a calligraphy association talent? See if anyone they know has collector’s calligraphy and paintings we could buy.”

The butler nodded beside her, “If we could get authentic works by Liang Zewen and Bai Xiangjun, that would be best.”

The old patriarch liked the Liang style, so that circle had some preference for it.

Xu En knew Madam Xu meant Xu Yajun, “I’ll ask them.”

“It’s a pity none in our family studied calligraphy,” Madam Xu put down her chopsticks, very regretful: “In terms of value we can’t compare to those big families in Xingjing District. Better to send something that pleases the old patriarch – if he’s happy, we might be able to move back.”

Something that pleased the old patriarch – people or objects would do.

Hearing this, Xu Wenyao had a thought, looking at Ji Mulan: “Hasn’t Ah Lian studied calligraphy?”