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Tang Ming looked at Ding Wenyang, thinking for a moment.

Then he shook his head solemnly.

“Not exactly. She’s still doing long-distance running these days, and she practices with the spear in the evenings,” Tang Ming explained to Ding Wenyang.

Ding Wenyang understood the running part, but couldn’t follow Tang Ming’s train of thought: “Spear?”

He couldn’t figure out what spears had to do with quantum entanglement.

“Oh, right,” Tang Ming seized the opportunity to promote his college’s performance, as the Finance College had been heavily advertising their shows lately. “There’s a joint welcome ceremony between Physics and Finance on September 30th. Make sure you come watch.”

Xu Zhiyue raised her head, speaking softly, “September 30th?”

Liang Wuyu glanced down at her: “…”

Why did she always miss the point?

When Bai Lan returned to her seat, Tang Ming was still promoting to Ding Wenyang.

Everyone in Ding Wenyang’s group was extremely excited. They all looked at Bai Lan, wanting to say something.

Her presentation on spatial two-photon state amplitude was too brilliant.

The group didn’t even bother greeting the professors in the front row, instead gathering around Bai Lan.

“Sister, from now on you’re my sister!” Ding Wenyang said, his gaze falling on Wang Xin sitting alone on the right.

It was obvious who in this group was close to Gao Yuan’s group.

“You were so cool.” Kong Wei and Yu Simin finally squeezed through the crowd, greeting Bai Lan before carefully saying hello to Liang Wuyu, Ding Wenyang, and the others.

Standing with this group did feel intimidating.

Behind them, the school newspaper members finally reacted, carrying their cameras to interview Bai Lan.

—

“I knew she wouldn’t be any weaker than the previous group,” Wang Xu said excitedly in the crowd. “Song Min, I’m going to find Sister Bai and the others. Are you two coming?”

They had all stayed at the Boyuan base before and were quite familiar with each other.

When Wang Xu spoke up, Song Min snapped back to reality, “You guys go ahead.”

Wang Xu and Pei Qin didn’t mind and went to find Bai Lan, Tang Ming, and the others.

—

After the last group finished their presentation, the professors sitting in the front row were still deep in thought. Listening to a high-quality academic report was truly enjoyable.

Gao Yuan went to greet the professors and Dean Huang.

“Gao Yuan,” Zhou Wenqing stood up holding his documents, “your group did very well. Keep up the good work.”

As the Gao family’s influence grew, these professors would naturally give them face.

However today, the professors were all discussing Bai Lan’s group’s literature report with amazement, exchanging few words with Gao Yuan.

Dean Huang had no particular connection with the Gao family. He walked at the front, occasionally greeting students who came up to him.

Zhuo Lan packed up his things thoughtfully, following behind Dean Huang.

He was already imagining how proud he would be watching from below if this Bai Lan became his student, leading her through various academic battlefields.

Zhuo Lan quietly mentioned this possibility to Dean Huang.

Hearing this, Dean Huang’s mouth twitched. He glanced at Zhuo Lan, “I advise you to give up that idea.”

“Why?” Zhuo Lan guessed, “Have you also set your sights on her?”

Dean Huang rubbed his head, not responding.

This was his junior sister after all.

Even Young Master Jiang hadn’t fought with Professor Ma over her this time. Set sights on her?

How would he dare?

—

In the crowd, Wang Xin approached Zhou Wenqing with his laptop and bag.

Zhou Wenqing recognized him and asked with surprise, “Wang Xin, you’re still considering changing groups?”

“Yes,” Wang Xin gripped his bag strap, lowering his eyes. “I’ve already discussed it with Gao Yuan.”

The literature report was unexpected, but Wang Xin didn’t regret his choice. As part of the Gao family, Gao Yuan had far more resources than Ding Wenyang’s group.

Zhou Wenqing nodded, “It’s fine if both groups have agreed, but Wang Xin, I think Ding Wenyang’s group has great potential for future development. You should think it through carefully.”

Great potential for development?

How much potential could there be?

Gao Yuan could enter any major lab just by sitting still. Such resources were only in the hands of academic authorities. Ordinary people had no chance of rising up.

—

Meanwhile, with Bai Lan.

When Wang Xu and Pei Qin came over, Kong Wei recognized them immediately. She nudged Yu Simin beside her, “Wow, that’s God Pei.”

“I know.” Yu Simin also straightened up immediately.

Although Pei Qin and Wang Xu hadn’t made it into the Tongfeng class, they had dominated their senior year at Xi City High School and now attended Boyuan class.

Their influence wasn’t any weaker than Bai Lan’s at Xiangcheng No. 1 High School.

Hearing their voices, Pei Qin and Wang Xu greeted Kong Wei and Yu Simin friendly, “Hello.”

Then Wang Xu immediately complained to Bai Lan, “Sister Bai, why don’t you come to our Boyuan class? I really can’t solve the math problems the professor left us!”

“Who was it that said on the forum that it’s good Sister Lan isn’t in your math class?” Tang Ming mercilessly exposed Wang Xu.

When Tang Ming wasn’t trying to act profound, he talked quite a bit, chattering away with Wang Xu.

Bai Lan picked up her laptop and walked towards the lecture hall exit, “Alright, send me that problem later and I’ll take a look.”

“Really?” Wang Xu perked up, “No time like the present, I’ll send it now.”

Usually Wang Xu didn’t dare to bother Bai Lan without her permission.

After all, Bai Lan rarely replied with text, killing all conversation with a single “1” or “.”. Though she appeared gentle, she somehow felt very lethal.

He opened his phone and sent the difficult problem from the Boyuan class professor to Bai Lan.

When Ding Wenyang’s group heard that people from Boyuan class were asking Bai Lan about math problems, they looked at each other.

Boyuan class asking Bai Lan about math problems?

They were in Tongfeng class, right?

—

As this group gathered to chat, Kong Wei mixed in with the crowd and added Pei Qin and Wang Xu on WeChat while holding her flower.

Ding Wenyang treated everyone to milk tea.

Kong Wei looked at the WeChat contacts she had just added.

She exchanged glances with Yu Simin. Pei Qin and Wang Xu had led Xi City High School and were now stars among the math department freshmen. However, all these new stars seemed to be led by Bai Lan.

“Hey,” Ding Wenyang looked at the red promotional banners outside, “Is the September 30th welcome ceremony the welcome party you mentioned?”

Tang Ming looked over. The Finance Department was mostly filled with wealthy people, naturally being the richest department at Jiang University, they spared no expense on advertising—

[September 30th at the Grand Hall, Finance Department celebrates National Day with you, like a zither player finding?? (kindred spirit)!]

Tang Ming wasn’t clear about the Finance Department, but Kong Wei and Yu Simin were student union officers and knew most of the situation, “Yes, this ‘kindred spirit’ probably refers to Bai Shaoji. She’s a popular guzheng blogger on short videos, and the Finance Department is promoting her as their representative.”

“Also,” Kong Wei waved the flower in her hand and advised: “Remember to come support Bai Lan then, all you geniuses. We can’t lose in terms of presence.”

“Lose what presence,” Ding Wenyang clicked his tongue, “After tonight, the forum is going to explode again.”

Although the school newspaper couldn’t interview Bai Lan just now, they took many photos.

A+. In all this time, no freshman group had ever gotten an A+ grade.

Gao Yuan’s group did fairly well with a B+. Most other groups got C’s and D’s. If he wasn’t in the same group as Bai Lan, just hearing about an A+ grade would make him despair.

Ding Wenyang respectfully handed a milk tea to Bai Lan.

Bai Lan was holding her laptop and didn’t drink it immediately after taking it.

She just stood lazily by the road, her gaze scanning the path ahead.

At the intersection ahead, a figure slowly appeared.

Head slightly lowered, with a calm and cold demeanor.

“You all keep chatting, I’m leaving first,” Bai Lan said goodbye to them.

Ding Wenyang still wanted to discuss their leaked research topic with Bai Lan. Seeing her about to leave, he chased after her, “My sister…”

“Brother Ding!” Tang Ming was startled and quickly grabbed Ding Wenyang’s collar, “Brother Ding, whatever you want to say, you can tell me and Ning Xiao.”

Ding Wenyang was over 1.7 meters tall and quite sturdy.

Although Tang Ming was slightly taller than him, he was much thinner than Ding Wenyang. No one expected that with one lift of his hand, he could pull Ding Wenyang up.

Kong Wei and the others were very surprised.

Tang Ming said “sorry” and let go.

“It’s about Wang Xin’s matter.” Ding Wenyang rubbed his neck, not minding it. He took out his phone to show Tang Ming.

Wang Xin had already left their small group chat.

These two weeks, Wang Xin hadn’t communicated with them, but instead got closer to Gao Yuan’s group. Professor Ma’s topology problems were very difficult, and Ning Xiao and Liang Wuyu’s group had discussions about them.

But Wang Xin kept avoiding them.

Ning Xiao glanced at it and said: “If you mind that we’re newcomers, we can talk to Professor Zhou and form our own group.”

“How could that be possible? I just didn’t expect Wang Xin would do this.” The abilities shown by Ning Xiao and Liang Wuyu were enough to convince Ding Wenyang, not to mention Bai Lan’s display tonight.

“Actually it’s understandable,” someone else in Ding Wenyang’s group lowered their voice, “I heard in Gao Yuan’s group, Gao Yuan’s PhD brother helps them solve Professor Ma’s topology problems. Getting high scores would definitely help get familiar with Professor Ma.”

“PhD brother?” Tang Ming heard this for the first time.

“He’s one of those PhD students who sit at the back every Tuesday,” Ding Wenyang explained to Tang Ming and Ning Xiao, “Gao Jiachen, you must have heard of him?”

“It’s him?” Kong Wei knew this person, “The one said to be on par with Senior He Wen?”

“Yes,” Ding Wenyang said, also quite envious, “If they can join Gao Yuan’s group, their final topology scores will definitely be high. Professor Ma might really remember them.”

—

The lights weren’t bright at Jiang University at night.

Jiang Fuli stood at the intersection, holding a paper bag in his left hand. His features were deep-set, outlined in cold curves by the hazy light, with lazy bangs falling across his brow bone.

Behind him followed a short, exquisitely pretty child.

The child wore a British-style school uniform, carrying a white cabbage-shaped bag that didn’t quite match his clothes on his left shoulder. The bag was bulging with unknown contents.

Holding a bottle of Want Want milk with both hands, head lowered as he drank, his eyes rolled around looking ahead.

Passersby didn’t dare look at Jiang Fuli, but found the child behind him too exquisitely cute. They carefully used their peripheral vision to stare at the child behind him.

Wanting to take out their phones to take photos, but afraid of the man standing beside him.

When Bai Lan arrived, Jiang Fuli put away his lazy posture, raising his eyebrows. With one look up he saw the milk tea in her hand.

It wasn’t cherry flavored, nor was it lemonade.

It probably wasn’t bought by her. He looked at it one more time.

“This was bought by Ding Wenyang,” Bai Lan saw him staring at her milk tea, so she pierced it with the straw and handed it to him, “You drink it.”

Jiang Fuli knew who Ding Wenyang was.

He slowly took the milk tea and took a sip coldly, “Too sweet.”

He commented.

“Yes,” Bai Lan’s phone rang once, she answered it while looking at Jiang Fuli, nodding, “Suits you.”

The one calling Bai Lan was Ye Jianxian.

“Junior,” on the phone, Ye Jianxian’s voice was gentle, “How’s your practice going? Want to come to the grand hall for rehearsal the day after tomorrow?”

They hadn’t seen Bai Lan’s performance yet and didn’t know what it was like.

Bai Lan stepped on the tree shadows, looking down at Jiang He once, “I’m fine with anything.”

She was always easy to deal with.

Ye Jianxian sighed as she hung up the phone, looking at the people in the temporary meeting room, “So, how should we arrange the program?”

“With two colleges hosting together, the finale is very important,” Bai Shiming looked at the program list, thinking slightly, “The program is long, we can’t have all the audience leave by the end.”

“President Bai, you don’t need to worry about that,” the senior sister from the Finance Department smiled, “Our department’s Bai Shaoji is the finale, the audience will only increase, not decrease.”

Bai Shaoji had eight to nine million followers on short videos, and many fans at Jiang University.

She had become a phenomenal figure at Jiang University.

“Then let Bai Lan open,” the opening was also very important. Ye Jianxian looked up. Bai Lan was popular on the forum and this year’s top scorer in the college entrance exam, “Any problems?”

“No problem.” Yan Zhiming from the Finance Department smiled.

As long as Bai Shaoji wasn’t opening, it didn’t matter who opened.

Otherwise if they put out the good stuff at the opening, the rest would be bland. Who could sit through that?

Who would want to watch the following programs?