ATLAS TRANSLATES

The campus internet was average, but Ding Wenyang managed to refresh the page quickly.

[Username: Ning Xiao Monthly Points: 0 Total Points: 2,717,458 Following: 2 Followers: 3]

Nearly three million total points – how arrogant, Ding Wenyang thought.

The preparation bell rang, and Ding Wenyang snapped back to reality. He made a sound of surprise and went to nudge Tang Ming.

“This is what a study god’s profile looks like, not bad right?” Tang Ming shrugged. Just last night, Jiang Fuli had told him he was dragging everyone down too much.

Ding Wenyang was speechless.

Were these people really from Xiangcheng?

His gaze shifted to Bai Lian beside him, who was still holding that original text.

The morning schedule was all mechanics. The professor had already come in with his USB drive. Usually, Ding Wenyang was among the attentive students, but today he felt distracted.

His phone was still open to Ning Xiao’s app page.

The aloof Ning Xiao rarely responded to anyone except Bai Lian. Ding Wenyang suddenly remembered something and clicked on his following list. There were just two accounts—

[L Bai Jian]

It was normal that everyone on the app followed that arrogant number one user, but this “God of Finding” who had suddenly emerged this year…

The app was filled with news about him daily. Even Ding Wenyang had discussed with others, speculating that this person must be a new member of some laboratory.

But now, Ding Wenyang opened his WeChat and found Bai Lian’s name. He looked at her WeChat username—

Bai Jian.

When he first added Bai Lian on WeChat, he thought she was just another fan. But now, seeing Ning Xiao’s nearly three million points…

Among the three of them, it was obvious who was the center. Bai Lian’s points couldn’t be lower than Ning Xiao’s. Considering the timing, when the God of Finding suddenly appeared, it matched with when new students joined the app.

Ding Wenyang tried to calm himself.

But he couldn’t stay completely calm.

During lunch, while using Bai Lian’s meal card, Ding Wenyang couldn’t help but keep glancing at Bai Lian and Ning Xiao, especially Bai Lian.

“Brother, are you secretly in love with both of them? You keep staring,” Tang Ming sat beside Ding Wenyang, crossing his legs as he warned him. “It’s fine if you have a crush on Ning Xiao, but don’t get any ideas about Sister Lian.”

“…What are you even thinking about?” Ding Wenyang asked.

“Oh, just warning you,” Tang Ming shrugged. “There are too many people confessing to Sister Lian on the confession wall every day.”

—

Even though National Day had passed, the buzz about Bai Lian hadn’t died down at school.

The BGM that the Physics Department’s student union posted online was analyzed repeatedly by netizens. The style was similar to Yan Lu’s exclusive composer, Simple, and even the name was just a simple “Simple.”

It had gained some popularity these days, becoming the go-to BGM for various video edits.

Someone had already uploaded it to various music apps.

When Bai Lian returned to her dorm in the evening, her three roommates had already finished their evening routines. Xu Qian sat at her desk reading.

Yu Simin was on the balcony talking on the phone with association members. She was in the student union’s external relations department and had joined the University Student Entrepreneurship Association. She was still participating in club activities, making her as busy as Bai Lian.

Only Kong Wei seemed like a normal college student among the dormmates.

As soon as Bai Lian returned, Kong Wei put down her tablet and legs, got up and walked to Bai Lian’s side. “Lian.”

“Yes?” Bai Lian put her books on the desk and opened her wardrobe to get towels and clothes for her shower.

“Do you want to create a Weibo account? Or a video account?” Kong Wei asked. “Many people are looking for you online. You know your popularity now is comparable to a second-tier celebrity.”

“No,” Bai Lian walked towards the bathroom, explaining gently to Kong Wei, “No time.”

“Alright,” Kong Wei felt it was a bit of a waste – someone else in this position might have already signed with a streaming company by now. She followed Bai Lian to the bathroom, “Also, that BGM you sent to Senior Ye, many people online say it’s very similar to Yan Lu’s exclusive composer’s style.”

“Yes,” Bai Lian stopped at the bathroom doorway, lazily leaning against the door frame. After waiting for her to finish, she unhurriedly raised her towel and asked with her delicate eyebrows raised: “I need to shower, want to come in together?”

Kong Wei blushed slightly and stepped back.

Bai Lian closed the door to shower.

Behind her, Bai Lian’s phone on the desk rang – it was a WeChat voice call from someone named Lance.

Looking at the profile picture, it was a foreigner.

Foreigners always liked to use their own photos as profile pictures.

When Bai Lian finished showering, she came out wearing pajamas, one hand holding a towel to dry her hair.

Kong Wei sat back in her chair and reminded her, “Lance just sent you a WeChat voice message.”

Bai Lian picked up her phone and walked to the balcony to call Lance back.

On the other end, Lance was still wearing the dark blue robe Ji Heng made for him, nodding to the official reception staff. Then he picked up his phone, speaking in his usual broken Chinese: “Hi, White, I arrived, I come find you.”

Lance had a summit in the middle of the month.

“I’m at school,” Bai Lian leaned against the balcony, leisurely drying her hair. “Do you want to find my grandfather?”

“Can.”

Bai Lian hung up and sent Lance the address of Shanhai Apartments.

After thinking for a moment, she also sent Ji Heng a WeChat message, telling him Lance would be coming over tonight.

—

Friday.

Cemetery in Jiangjing’s private residential area.

It had just rained, and as autumn approached, the sky looked as if it had been washed clean.

This was a joint burial tomb.

The woman bent down to place the chrysanthemums she was holding, then used her handkerchief to wipe the photo of the woman on the tombstone. After muttering some words, she descended the steps.

At the bottom of the steps, Jiang Fuli wore a black trench coat, one hand in his pocket. The coat made him appear extremely tall and slender, his features as cold and quiet as the rain-washed sky.

His demeanor wasn’t gentle, and his aura was strong.

Ming Dongheng held a long black umbrella, standing a meter away.

“I heard from Yan Yan,” High Shu wore a qipao. She was the deputy director of the National Drama Theater, holding a high position. She had just returned from overseas exchanges with the theater, exuding an elegant temperament. “I didn’t bring many gifts back, just bought her a hairpin. I don’t know if she’ll like it.”

She wasn’t very tall, but her demeanor was gentle.

She had seen photos sent by Gao Yan.

Jiang Fuli walked down the steps with her, his voice cool and clear: “Change the gift.”

He didn’t explain why.

Gao Shu was slightly surprised. She glanced at Jiang Fuli, and after a while, smiled, “Alright, I’ll discuss it with Yan Yan again. But when do you plan to take me to meet her?”

“She’s busy.” Jiang Fuli stood straight, his face like jade.

He was always concise, treating everyone the same.

The two walked through several small paths and arrived at the Jiang family’s old residence.

The Jiang family estate was too large, and Gao Shu hadn’t figured out which path to take, so she left with Jiang Fuli.

Outside the gate, both their cars were parked.

Jiang Fuli’s black car sat quietly, with a license plate starting with Jiang AG6.

Gao Shu’s car had a Jiang AG9 plate.

Ming Dongheng held the car keys and opened the back door, while from Gao Yan’s car, a man and woman got out. The young woman had clear, beautiful features and politely greeted Gao Shu, “Aunt Gao.”

“Shuhe,” Gao Shu smiled at her, “You and Xiao Jiu wait a moment, I’ll be right there.”

Jiang Fuli didn’t greet the others, just nodded slightly to Gao Shu before bending to enter his car, his black coat seeming to be covered in frost.

Gao Shu wasn’t surprised – since she was his aunt, his politeness towards her was considered decent.

After the black car drove away, from the other car, the man in the driver’s seat lowered his window, “Mom.”

“What did you and Shuhe say,” Gao Shu sat in the back, watching Li Jiu drive in front, “Does your teacher have time today? I’d like to treat him to a meal.”

Gao Shu hadn’t delved into research like the Gao family. Her son Li Jiu was also at the drama theater while studying guzheng.

Liu Shuhe sat in the passenger seat and explained to Gao Shu, “Auntie, my teacher isn’t free today. I think he went to… drink fish soup.”

“Fish soup?” Gao Shu didn’t quite understand.

Had Jiangjing opened some famous private restaurant this year, as renowned as Qingxin Tower’s desserts?

The car drove outward.

They quickly saw cars waiting at a red light. The Gao family was in the Xinjiang district, and Gao Shu saw Jiang Fuli’s car heading towards Jiangjing Boulevard – was he going to Chang’an district?

—

At the Mu family branch, Ji Shaojun had just finished work and was planning to go to Shanhai Apartments.

Shen Qing had gone over in the morning.

Mu Yining and Dong Xiaobai happened to come by to check on business, and seeing Ji Shaojun, stopped to chat: “For Mr. Xu’s private equity, we’re planning to invest 80 million. Shaojun, you go talk to him.”

After National Day, the Mu family and Xu family had gradually started cooperating.

Xu En had good judgment. Not only could he find investors for his private equity, but he could also find people for follow-up investments, backed by the Industry and Commerce Federation and the Chen family.

“Alright.” Ji Shaojun held his briefcase, looking at the time.

Mu Yining noticed his hurried movements and had a thought: “Going to Shanhai?”

“Yes,” Ji Shaojun nodded, telling Mu Yining, “My dad and Old Simple and others went fishing. There’s fresh fish soup and fish head hotpot. Do you want to come along?”

Old Simple? This was another new person.

Mu Yining felt a bit regretful and shook her head, “I need to go to the State Guest House. Give my regards to Uncle and the others.”

Several MTR researchers had arrived, and she planned to go with Manager Lou to make appointments with them.

Dong Xiaobai also didn’t particularly like fish head hotpot, “I’ll go to the State Guest House with Yining.”

Ji Shaojun nodded, and as usual, Little Jie drove him.

Traffic in Jiangjing was heavy at this time. Little Jie was patient and explained the reason to Ji Shaojun in the car, “The old master isn’t well. Miss wants to use this medical summit to contact foreign doctors. MTR has many special medicines, that’s why she didn’t come along.”

However, for this summit, many families would surely invite people from MTR, so Mu Yining might not be able to get an appointment.

“Is his health very poor?” Ji Shaojun fell silent briefly, remembering that this old master was a few years younger than Ji Heng.

Little Jie shook his head – with years of depression weighing on his heart, how could his health be good?

Passing by a small supermarket, Ji Shaojun asked Little Jie to stop and bought a bottle of soy sauce.

Arriving at Shanhai Apartments, Ji Shaojun thought about Mu Xianguang and Ji Heng’s situation and became somewhat quiet. Little Jie followed beside him. The door to 103 was closed.

Little Jie reached out to press the doorbell.

The door opened quickly, revealing an elderly man with blue eyes wearing a shirt covered in sunflowers. His gaze fell on Ji Shaojun and brightened: “How you buy vegetable back, soy sauce where?”

Not having seen him for a long time, Mr. Lance’s Chinese seemed to have regressed.