At a hotpot restaurant beside the school.
Lu Lingxi had booked three private rooms in advance.
Bailian, Lu Xiaohan and the others were all in the first private room. A bunch of people sat around the large round table. The waitress came over with the menu for them to order.
The menu and pen were quickly passed to Bailian.
Seeing the price of 38.5 yuan for a half portion of beef rolls, her brows twitched. Then she calmly ticked a vegetable dish and plain noodles before passing the menu to the next person.
Zhang Shize asked in a low voice, “How many bottles of beer should we order…”
“No one is allowed to secretly drink beer.” Lu Lingxi’s voice happened to come from outside the door. She put a large bottle of milk and Sprite on the table.
Zhang Shize: “…Lu Ma, we’re adults.”
Lu Lingxi sneered, “So your wings have hardened?”
“Yes, my wings have indeed hardened,” Zhang Shize stood up, slapped the table and shouted at Lu Lingxi, “Milk and Sprite are stuff for kids, we real men don’t drink that.”
Then he turned to the waitress: “Beauty, bring us a bottle- no, two bottles of Coke!”
“Hahaha!”
“Who’s like you.” Wen Qi turned his head away, thinking at least order a bottle of beer.
“These few show-offs,” Lu Xiaohan said to Bailian, very exasperated, “They’re really affecting Lu Ma’s elegance.”
The beautiful waitress also rarely saw so many handsome men and beauties in one private room. She giggled, “Okay okay, I’ll bring you three bottles. And another bottle on the house from our boss, plus a large plate of fruit.”
“That’s a lot, your boss will scold you.” Lu Xiaohan was worried.
The beautiful waitress was stunned, “He shouldn’t, right? It’s fine, if he scolds me, I’ll just tell my grandma!”
Her grandma had her back.
Lu Xiaohan let out an “ah,” realizing this beauty was working at her family’s hotpot restaurant: “My bad, my bad.”
Lu Lingxi went to remind the other private rooms.
Because there were many people and large portions, and it was a restaurant, the shop was very busy.
While waiting for the hotpot, Bailian’s table started playing Werewolf.
This was the first time Ning Xiao and Bailian participated in class entertainment activities. Everyone was very hyped.
Bailian hadn’t heard of this game before, but Lu Xiaohan explained it to her once and even took out her phone to look it up on Thousand Degrees*. Bailian more or less understood.
*T/N: parody name for Baidu, a Chinese search engine
The first round, Bailian, Ning Xiao, Zhang Shize, and the sports committee member got the werewolf cards.
Disregarding the other two, Bailian and Ning Xiao exchanged a glance.
They already knew the outcome of this round.
Lu Xiaohan spoke first, “Good person card, no information on the first night, waiting for the prophet to come out.”
The entertainment committee member had the prophet card. She spoke clearly and logically, but because there weren’t many speakers yet, she only tallied votes and affirmed Lu Xiaohan’s good person identity.
Next, it was the show-offs’ turn–
Zhang Shize spoke first as a werewolf card. He was very righteous, “I’m a good person, I believe the entertainment committee member is the prophet. Everyone, vote with me for the entertainment committee member.”
Bailian, Ning Xiao, and the seated good people: “…”
As a werewolf card, Ning Xiao sacrificed a teammate, “Prophet card, the entertainment committee member is a werewolf card jumping with me. Zhang Shize is the charging wolf. Today let’s vote out the jumping wolf first. Tomorrow when we wake up, vote out the charging wolf. I’ll verify Bailian tonight. Her IQ is quite high, if she’s a werewolf we need to vote her out early. If she’s a good person, even better. Even if I get knifed tonight, I believe she can lead the team…”
That night, Ning Xiao simply knifed himself and gave the police badge to Bailian.
The god cards and villager cards suspected each other and dragged each other down.
Bailian wasn’t suspected by anyone from start to finish. Whoever she pointed at was killed. The werewolf team was unstoppable.
Until the game ended, Yang Lin, the witch card, still couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t help but look up at Bailian, wanting to say something but stopping herself…
Because she believed Bailian’s judgment and poisoned the hunter card.
Even after the results came out, she still couldn’t believe the hunter card was a good person.
“No way,” Wen Qi, the hunter card, shouted that it was unfair. He was stupefied by Bailian’s logic, “Sister Lian, you and the academic god are on the same team, how are we good people supposed to play!”
“No choice, I sent myself out naked for you guys to vote, and you still lost,” Zhang Shize was especially smug. He wasn’t ashamed, but proud instead. “That’s your own problem.”
Lu Xiaohan said faintly: “Yeah, you’re such a ‘good person’.”
Wen Qi very immorally shared this joke to the class group chat.
The people of Class 15 almost died laughing at this “good person”.
Others even @’ed Zhang Shize telling him to change his group nickname to “A Good Person”.
The hotpot was quickly served. Because there were over a dozen people at the table, it was split into two pots.
Bailian didn’t use her chopsticks much. She only scalded a few stalks of the vegetables she ordered and leisurely ate noodles with her legs crossed.
Later, she found that she did quite right, because–
Lu Xiaohan used the public chopsticks to flip the beef rolls in the pot. She swept her gaze around, “Whose meat is this?”
“Not mine.” This person averted their gaze.
Zhang Shize rubbed his belly and said warily: “Not mine either.”
“Your intestines, you eat it…” Someone was accusing others.
“Don’t talk nonsense, this is clearly your intestines!”
“…”
The group jostled and accused each other, mutually suspicious.
Oh, just that not a single person dared claim the meat being scalded in the pot was theirs.
In the end, Bailian and Yang Lin finished up. Basically nothing was left in their private room.
When Lu Lingxi came to check, she was quite surprised.
** They still had class on Friday. After eating, the group of high school seniors dispersed.
As the sky gradually darkened, Lu Lingxi arranged for the students to go back. “Remember to check in on the group chat after getting home.”
Bailian and Yang Lin walked at the very back. Bailian didn’t bring her schoolbag today. The hotpot restaurant was hot so she hadn’t put her school uniform back on and just casually held it. “Do you know where your household registration booklet is?”
Yang Lin was slightly stunned.
She tilted her head, her thick bangs almost covering her eyes, only revealing her pale face.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end didn’t say it. She followed Bailian and slowly walked forward.
Bailian seemed to have brought it up casually.
She didn’t ask further.
Yang Lin let out a sigh of relief.
Zhang Shize’s home was right near the school. He walked back. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Yan Lu and his mom sitting at a table eating together.
Zhang Dad had been on a business trip for several days. Zhang Shize was used to his dad going on business trips for a month at a time.
“Taking advantage of me not being home, you two are secretly eating so much good food,” Zhang Shize looked at the table full of dishes in disbelief, “Mom!”
His mom rarely cooked. Every morning he even had to get up early to buy breakfast for his mom!
Zhang Ma rolled her eyes, then smiled at Yan Lu, “Xiao Lu, eat, don’t pay attention to this idiot.”
She used her own chopsticks to pick up a peeled shrimp for Yan Lu.
Yan Lu nodded and ate it without any hesitation. The two of them ate without using public chopsticks. Zhang Ma would ask her about work matters.
The two families had known each other since they were young. Zhang Ma had always liked girls. Before, she also treated the little Yan Lu next door as her own daughter.
After Yan Lu saved 5-year-old Zhang Shize when she was 9, her treatment was more than three times better than Zhang Shize’s.
It’s just that when Yan Lu was 12, her parents both passed away. Zhang Ma really wanted to adopt Yan Lu, but she was taken away by distant relatives and rarely returned to Xiangcheng after leaving.
The relatives were quite well-off. Zhang Ma also didn’t want to hinder Yan Lu’s development, so the family sent Yan Lu away.
But they always kept in touch over the years.
Now that Yan Lu had finally returned, Zhang Ma really wanted Yan Lu to stay.
But Yan Lu was now a celebrity with some fame after all. She could only give up regretfully.
After eating, Yan Lu received a call from her agent Sister Xin.
“Why aren’t you coming to tonight’s charity banquet?” Sister Xin was quite surprised and also had a headache. “Why do I feel like you really despise President Liu? He’s a shareholder of Shiguang Entertainment and also your big boss. He’s an upright person with a kind heart. Yan Lu, even if you have mysophobia, at least put on an appearance!”
Yan Lu stood in the courtyard full of flowers. Who knows which sentence touched on her forbidden zone.
She fiercely dug her left hand hanging at her side into her palm. Intense hatred appeared in her eyes. “I won’t go again. I’m sorry Sister Xin, please find another artist.”
She abruptly hung up the phone.
“Ah,” Zhang Shize saw Yan Lu suddenly turn around and was startled. He rubbed his head, then handed her the flower in his hand, “Here, Sister Yan, irises that arrived today. I picked the prettiest one for you.”
Under the moonlight.
The iris was snow-white and pure.
Yan Lu lowered her head and looked at this white iris for a long time.
“Thank you.” She gently took the flower.
**
When Bailian returned, the lights in Ji Heng’s courtyard were very bright.
Director Chen specifically changed to super bright lights for Ji Heng so that he could do embroidery in the yard at night.
It wouldn’t hurt his eyes.
Lansing came to watch Ji Heng make clothes for him every day and also waited for Bailian to do acupuncture for him.
The craftsmanship he wanted for the clothes was very complicated.
Ji Heng had already embroidered two golden dragons. During the day, an auntie from next door who was good at embroidery would come help Ji Heng, so he embroidered quite quickly.
Bailian routinely finished inserting needles for Lansing before returning to her room.
She opened her phone and started searching for Chinese medicine practitioner qualifications. Getting certified was not easy. First you needed to have a diploma from a Chinese medicine school and have internship experience…
She continued reading. The Chinese medicine exam had four subjects. The first subject was basic Chinese medicine theory and Chinese pharmacology, which was no problem, but there was also Western internal medicine afterward…
?
Destroy it.
Bailian looked up and began to ponder. This certificate wasn’t mandatory.
She wasn’t some proper Chinese medicine practitioner anyway.
The royal physicians had just taught her a few sets of acupuncture techniques.
When in the army, she had done it many times for the soldiers, so her hands were practiced.
She searched for acupuncture physiotherapy practitioner. Not bad, this was a certificate she could accept.
Returning to WeChat.
She saw that the add friend business card had one more person-
[Ma Tongfeng]
Bai Classmate: [[Image]]
Bai Classmate: [.]
Jiang Fuli replied very quickly: [It’s him]
Bailian went back and clicked to accept the friend request. Ma Tongfeng’s screen name was his real name.
Bailian: [(Smile)]
He was probably busy. It took five minutes before he saw that Bailian had accepted. He hurriedly replied to Bailian: [Your logical thinking in math and physics is very good. Are you interested in physics?]
Bailian indeed had exceptional talent in mathematics and logic.
In the past, when Bai Chongyu and Chen Ye studied at the Imperial College, 16-year-old Bai Chongyu would enslave 8-year-old Bailian to help him with his Imperial College homework.
Bailian’s Guange style calligraphy was forced to be practiced starting from that time.
When Chen Ye was 15, he skipped class to go horseback riding. 10-year-old her was forcibly dragged up by her two older brothers, dressed in men’s clothing, and sent to the Imperial College to take Chen Ye’s place in class.
As time went on, all the teachers at the Imperial College knew she was being victimized by her two older brothers.
Basically they all turned a blind eye.
That day, the Imperial College happened to be teaching the required course “The Arithmetical Classic of the Gnomon and the Circular Paths of Heaven.”
She answered fluently. That was the first time Liang Zewen took notice of her.
That was Bailian’s first exposure to mathematics. Later there was also “The Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art,” the Pythagorean theorem, trigonometry, inscribed circles… She knew them all.
So even after coming to this world, with her supplemented knowledge of integrals, differentiation and the like, math and physics were still her strengths.
The dynasty she was from at that time had mathematics that was leading the world. Bailian had always been very confident in what she learned, like The Arithmetical Classic of the Gnomon and her culture.
Only chemistry…
She truly started from scratch with that.
Bailian: [Yes]
Ma Tongfeng: [Link: //……%¥#]
Ma Tongfeng: [Link: //……%¥#]
Ma Tongfeng: [Link: //……%¥#]
He sent Bailian three links in a row: [Very interesting, classmate. Dark matter isn’t fun at all. Quantum mechanics is the real essence (Smile)]
Bailian: [Okay (Smile)]
The two had a friendly exchange, both quite satisfied with each other’s smiles.
**
The test papers from the citywide joint exam were all scanned into the computer, uploaded to the “Beicheng Education Network,” and finally uniformly graded on machines.
The rules and regulations were almost the same as the college entrance exam.
Everyone uniformly logged into the education network to check scores and rankings.
This was also a big event for the Beicheng Education Network. Grading the exams took three or four days. The scores would be tabulated and ranked by the system. Everyone could log into the education network to check their scores on Monday.
In most cases, each school would compile the scores of its own students and re-rank them.
Saturday.
Jiangjing Conservatory of Music.
Bai Qiming and Song Ming both accompanied Bai Shaoqi. Many people came to audition to be Dean Jian’s disciple, including not a few nobles from Jiangjing.
Bai Shaoqi got her performance number. The three of them could call the wind and summon the rain in Beicheng.
But here, they were no different from ordinary people.
Only by jumping out of the fish pond could one know how big the world was.
“Insider news, the number of Dean Jian’s disciples is going from two to one this year.” In front, a beautifully dressed woman lowered her voice and spoke to the young man beside her.
The young man was startled. “Just one now?”
The spots were already limited. How did it suddenly become only one?
“I heard he’s already decided on one spot…”
“…”
A group of people were discussing the latest information.
Bai Qiming hurriedly looked at Song Ming. “Did you know about this?”
Song Ming’s mother was from Jiangjing. This was not a secret. The Song family’s information had always been superior to anyone in Beicheng.
“I had no idea.” Song Ming shook his head. The Song family was not omnipotent either.
In this circle, the information gap was controlled by certain people.
The Beicheng Song family just benefited from Song Ming’s mother being from Jiangjing.
Song Ming’s mother would know many policies and education and economic news in advance.
However, compared to these people who were truly in the upper class circles of Jiangjing, the bit of information gap the Song family had was far from enough.
“Only one spot.” Bai Qiming looked at Bai Shaoqi, knowing the hope was slim but still encouraging her, “Do your best in your performance. Even if Dean Jian doesn’t notice you, other teachers will value you…”
Bai Shaoqi went in holding her instrument.
She perfectly played one of Dean Jian’s signature pieces – “Bai Yi Xing.”
She was very skilled, and her emotions were spot on.
Many teachers beside her nodded. “Very good, she has the demeanor of a concertmaster.”
Sitting in the middle, Dean Jian listened and also nodded slightly. He gave an “mm” and scored her an “80.”
Bai Shaoqi had always been calm. Hearing this high score, she was overjoyed, her eyes showing happiness for the first time, “Thank you, teachers!”
She bowed.
After going out, Bai Qiming and Song Ming both had very expectant looks.
She lightly nodded, her demeanor humble yet calm, “Dean Jian gave me 80 points. He said I have the demeanor of a concertmaster.”
It wasn’t the highest score today, but among the scores Dean Jian gave, it could definitely rank in the top five.
Many students and parents beside her couldn’t help but come over to make friends upon hearing this. “80 points, this classmate, you’re very impressive. You can definitely get into Dean Jian’s conservatory…”
She might not become his personal disciple, but getting into his conservatory would be more than enough.
In an instant, the previously ignored Bai Shaoqi and the other two were surrounded by many people adding them as friends.
Bai Qiming finally puffed out his chest. He smiled and added many parents doing business in Jiangjing as friends, then relayed this good news to the Bai clan!
The Bai clan immediately lit incense and set off firecrackers in the ancestral hall.
The clan elders even offered a stick of incense to the ancestors, murmuring, “These two siblings are truly a dragon and phoenix, greatly giving face to our Bai family. Having their names in the city records is just around the corner.”
“Fortunately, Elder, you made three visits to their thatched cottage back then and invited these two siblings back.” The clan leader marveled beside him. He didn’t have a good impression of illegitimate children at the time, but now had to admit that the elder was indeed farsighted. “It’s still thanks to you. Your vision is truly long-term. The Bai family will have a top scholar and soon an artist as well…”
“You shouldn’t have gotten involved when Qiming divorced Ji Mulan back then,” the elder educated him. “Fortunately, Shaoqi didn’t hold it against us, otherwise, wouldn’t we have lost the watermelon and picked up sesame seeds instead.”
As for Bailian and Ji Mulan, they had long been forgotten.
Jiangjing Conservatory of Music.
Bai Shaoqi received a bunch of congratulatory calls and messages from the Bai family.
Bai Qiming also sent red envelopes one by one in the group chats and posted in Moments to show off.
And in the concert hall, Jian Zhongyou, sitting in the main seat, couldn’t help but take out his phone while waiting for the next performer. He opened a blogger’s page and private messaged her-
[Hello, did she agree today?]
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