ATLAS TRANSLATES

Song Ming was the biggest dark horse of Beicheng No.1 High School in recent years.

His ranking was snapping at the heels of Jiangjing. If he personally negotiated with the school, there was a high possibility that No.1 High would fight for this spot. Of course, as the negotiator, Song Ming would also guarantee his ranking in the next joint exam to the school.

Song Ming didn’t want to keep entangling with Bailian like this.

He knew Bailian had always yearned for this spot, so he directly threw out this hard-to-refuse bait to her.

Ji Heng wasn’t clear about the jade pendant matter. He took Madam Song’s call. Madam Song was afraid that if she mentioned the jade pendant to Ji Heng and the others, Bailian would use it as an excuse not to come, so she deliberately concealed this matter.

He only thought they were here to meet Song Ming today.

Only when Song Ming spoke now did he realize the intentions of the two from the Song family. He, who was usually reticent, suddenly stood up, burning with anger, “What do you mean by this?”

Bailian was still thinking about the jade pendant matter.

Seeing Ji Heng stand up, she hurriedly stood up too, patting his back and speaking to pacify him, “Grandpa, don’t be angry…”

Across from them, Madam Song was also startled.

How could she have imagined that an ordinary old man from the 18th-tier Xiangcheng, who looked honest and simple, would have an aura no weaker than many people she had seen when he got angry?

“Old Mr. Ji,” Madam Song was a bit doubtful in her heart, but put away her disdain. “Don’t be angry. This matter was originally between the Song and Bai families. President Bai has already agreed.”

“If it were something else, we would let it go, but this jade pendant is our Song family’s heirloom. We come with sufficient sincerity to retrieve it. No matter what conditions you propose, I will agree.” Saying this, Madam Song felt a bit of a headache. “Of course, except for the marriage, you also know Ah Lian has left the Bai family, and our Song Ming will definitely not stay in Beicheng in the future. The two of them are simply not… not suitable.”

“Of course, while I can still talk nicely with you all, I hope you can cooperate. Otherwise…”

Madam Song smiled bluntly.

She didn’t say it explicitly, but between the lines, it was nothing more than Bailian simply not being worthy of Song Ming.

The gap between the two was too big.

If Bailian’s own qualifications were a bit better, Madam Song might have carefully considered it, but unfortunately, they weren’t.

Beside Madam Song, Song Ming looked at Bailian indifferently, not a shred of emotion in his eyes.

“You two,” Bailian pacified Ji Heng, only then turning her head. Her looks had always been deceptive. Now when she turned around, the aura pressed in her brows was domineering. She smiled at the two, unhurriedly, “It’s fine if your brains are broken, but make sure to keep your bodies a bit healthy. Otherwise, you’ll die too early.”

Outside the window.

Chen Ju saw Bailian’s smile that said “you two discuss who I should kill first”, and couldn’t help shivering.

Perhaps this wasn’t a blind date??

This was the first time Song Ming saw Bailian after she left the Bai family. The contrast between her temperament and everything else versus his memories was too great.

Especially this sentence.

Song Ming frowned at Bailian. When had their Song family ever been passive-aggressively mocked like this by someone? “You…”

“Me what,” Bailian casually put the black pen in her pocket and walked out of her seat, letting Ji Heng go out first. She raised her cold, white chin, “If I had that jade pendant, I would have definitely burned it for you long ago. But I don’t, so I didn’t get the chance to show off.”

After all, the peaceful and friendly modern times didn’t give Miss Bai many opportunities to show off in the first place. Living was already very law-abiding–

What’s wrong with her having a bit less class and a bit more cursing?

The two from the Song family hadn’t even reacted to what the word “burn” meant.

“Oh right,” Bailian let Ji Heng go out first, casually tossing her phone in her hand. After walking a few steps, she stopped again, slightly turning her head, hooking her lips at the two, “Your jade pendant is still at the Bai family. If you’re lucky, you should be able to find it in the trash can of the room Miss Bai used to live in.”

“She–” Madam Song came from an eminent family. Her maternal family was even from Jiangjing. She had learned noble etiquette since childhood and had always been high and mighty, fawned over no matter where she was. When had she ever been cursed at like this?

Even with her very good upbringing, Madam Song was so angry that the corners of her lips trembled.

“Mom, she has always been like this,” Song Ming was surprised but also not surprised. After all, Bailian, this spoiled young miss, spent her days mixing with local ruffians and hoodlums. “Let’s ask the Bai family first.”

He called the Bai family to confirm if what Bailian said was true.

“I was originally planning to help her put in a few good words to Bai Qiming this time,” Madam Song took a sip of coffee to calm her anger. “Now it seems I don’t need to go to the extra trouble.”

**

Outside.

Director Chen had been looking down at his phone.

When Bailian and Ji Heng came out, he hurriedly put his phone back in his pocket.

“Miss Bai, Uncle Ji, are you two going to the hospital?” Director Chen walked up, trying not to look at Bailian.

Bailian shook her head, facing the breeze with a slightly lazy posture, “I’m going to the east of the city.”

The east of the city was a bit close to the suburbs. Because the book association was there, it was in the opposite direction from the hospital. Ji Heng was going to the hospital.

So Bailian took the bus to the book association by herself, and Director Chen chose to drive Ji Heng.

After Bailian left, Director Chen dared to ask Ji Heng what the situation was just now.

“That was Ah Lian’s ex-fiance,” Ji Heng frowned, he lit another cigarette, very displeased, “The two of them broke off the engagement, and he came to ask Ah Lian for the engagement jade pendant.”

Whenever Song Min was mentioned, Ji Heng felt it was unlucky.

He originally thought that Bailian liked that fiance, after all, that’s how Ji Mulan described it.

But fortunately, Bailian seemed to dislike the Song family.

“You don’t need to drive me, it’s not far from here to the hospital,” Ji Heng took two puffs of the cigarette and calmed down, “I’ll take the opportunity to go buy some embroidery thread.”

And get some fresh air to calm down.

He brought the embroidered cloth to the hospital ward. When Ji Shaojun went to teach students, he would embroider while keeping watch.

“Ah, okay.” Director Chen nodded blankly.

Miss Bai was engaged?

No, now the engagement is off?

No, how dare he break off the engagement with Miss Bai!

He typed away, indignantly sending a bunch of text to Jiang Fuli–

Chen Yongkun: [&…%%&¥#)(…]

Chen Yongkun: [Anyway, he came to ask Miss Bai for the jade pendant!]

Chen Yongkun was very angry: [How dare he break off the engagement with Miss Bai!]

Young Master Jiang: [?]

Chen Yongkun withdrew a message

Chen Yongkun: [Good that it’s broken off, wonderful!]

Chen Yongkun: [[Fireworks][Fireworks][Fireworks][Fireworks][Fireworks]]

Seeing that Jiang Fuli didn’t reply again, he wiped the cold sweat, then scrolled up the chat history and started thinking about how he dared to send so much text to Mr. Jiang.

He took out a cigarette case, took out a cigarette and bit it, lit it and started to reflect on himself.

Song Min and Madam Song also came out of the coffee shop.

“Confirmed,” Song Min received a message from the Bai family’s butler, also very surprised, “She really didn’t take the jade pendant with her.”

“Even better,” Madam Song nodded, still angry, “As expected, the local environment shapes the local people. Let’s see what tricks she can play here.”

Director Chen blew out a smoke ring.

He glanced at the two and said lightly, “You two actually broke off the engagement with Miss Bai?”

“Who are you?” Song Min looked over.

Director Chen smiled, “Just a passerby waiting to see you regret it.”

After saying that, he took out his car keys and went to find his car.

Song Min looked at Director Chen’s back, frowning, always feeling that this person’s aura was not ordinary, “Mom, do you know this person?”

“He was talking with Bailian’s maternal grandfather just now, a friend of her grandfather.” Madam Song didn’t look closely at Director Chen and didn’t care, “Forget it, no need to pay attention to them. They live here, it’s hard for them to understand the outside world, hard for them to understand our existence.”

In this society, without family background, it was too difficult to get ahead.

“You get along well with Shaoqi,” Madam Song said lightly, “Her brother is only a freshman, and already has the hope of being recommended for graduate school. Although he was born illegitimate, it’s not a big problem.”

The Song family was aiming for Bai Shaoke. In terms of ability, Bai Shaoke was even stronger than Song Min.

As for being illegitimate?

Illegitimate children also have inheritance rights now. What’s the big deal about being illegitimate?

The Song family didn’t care at all, let alone Bai Qiming and Ji Mulan were already divorced.

Song Min nodded, he was only thinking about Director Chen’s matter, slightly frowning.

Before he could think more, his phone beeped.

He clicked it open and saw that the Jiangjing app was refreshing on the public screen–

[Picker God updated the answer database!]

[Everyone go!]

[…]

Song Min’s attention was drawn, and he didn’t continue thinking about Director Chen’s matter. He immediately opened this month’s question bank. There was a question he had been stuck on for a long time.

The answer was out, so he didn’t continue working on it, but chose to give up and carefully read the updated answer.

It was still the familiar neat font.

There was a diagram drawn next to it, unlike the cold reference answers that only had diagrams. Beside this answer, there was also a detailed analysis.

Song Min carefully looked at the question, his gaze touching the edge of the reference answer. There was a corner of a black wooden desk captured in the photo. He was slightly stunned–

It seemed a bit familiar.

**

East of the city, book association.

When Bailian arrived, seven or eight children were already sitting in the spacious courtyard. Jiang He sat alone in the corner, not practicing calligraphy, but holding a dictionary as big as his face, his small brows furrowed.

Jian Zhe was bending over teaching a student how to hold the brush.

Seeing Bailian coming, he raised his head slightly. After carefully teaching this student, he rubbed the back of his head and came over, “Miss Bai.”

With that said, he shook his hand.

He still hadn’t gotten used to this ink stick being tied to his hand for several days.

Since Bailian taught him the practice posture, he had been addressing Bailian as “Miss Bai”.

Especially when Jiang Fuli was present.

“I saw the people from the martial arts school next door come back the day before yesterday,” Jian Zhe told Bailian about the matter, “But he ignored me. The people around all said that this martial arts school has been closed for ten years. There used to be students, but in the end they all went to Xuguang Taekwondo.”

Bailian looked at the place next door. Mao Kun had also mentioned this before. She nodded slightly.

Jian Zhe took her inside to look at a pile of newly arrived brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones. “My night train, I’ll go to the school to get a certificate and come back.”

He was an art major at Beicheng University, now a junior, with basically no courses.

The two toured the entire book association. Bailian also taught several children the essentials of learning calligraphy before taking Jiang He out to eat.

The book association had a dining hall.

But with the stew, Bailian could eat it, but the picky Jiang He couldn’t.

She found a small restaurant nearby. Only after finishing the meal did she take Jiang He back to the library to continue finding questions to practice.

Tang Ming and Ning Xiao were both there.

“Picker God, Ning Xiao said you finished all the physics?” When Bailian arrived, Tang Ming wouldn’t give up.

Bailian took a few books from the shelves behind, and upon hearing this, raised an eyebrow at him, “What else?”

“Forget it…” Tang Ming had two questions he hadn’t finished today, and sighed, “The monthly exam is already so difficult this time, what will happen to the joint exam next week?”

“Joint exam?” Bailian put the books aside, hearing this term for the first time.

She opened the Jiangjing University app and looked at Tang Ming.

Indicating inquiry.

Tang Ming nodded frantically, he explained to Bailian, “Yes, it’s the midterm exam next week. Every midterm and final exam, all the high schools in Beicheng use the same test paper. The test questions are made by teachers from Beicheng, and the difficulty is extremely abnormal, do you understand? Compared to next week’s test paper, what we took today is basically nothing.”

“The questions from Beicheng are very difficult. Every midterm and final joint exam, my math barely passes. And Beicheng First High School has a few people who are all super freaks, especially that guy called Song Min,” Tang Ming had a deep grudge, “Do you know, last year’s final exam, I got 80 in math, and he got 137! More than a dozen points higher than even Ning Xiao the study god. I’m telling you, taking the exam together with those freaks from Beicheng First High School, isn’t this torturing us?”

As he spoke to the end, Tang Ming suddenly looked at Bailian, wait–