The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress - Chapter 523

Chapter 523: 209, it’s your turn, Bai Jian! (Second update)_2
 

After his last trip to Xiangcheng, he let go of an assistant, leaving only his confidant, Lao Hu.

But even Lao Hu didn’t know whom Dean Jian was on the phone with, judging by the Dean’s tone, it must be someone out of the ordinary.

Jiahao Hotel.

By the time Dean Jian had checked in, it was already six o’clock.

His room was on the 56th floor, but he didn’t go there first, instead, he headed straight to the 11th floor to find Bai Lian.

“Why are you staying on a lower floor?” Dean Jian asked casually after he walked in.

The lower the floor, the worse the view.

Bai Lian commented, “I’m a bit afraid of heights.”

Lao Hu followed Dean Jian into the room and saw Bai Lian’s stunning look, even more beautiful than the celebrity Yan Lu who went to the school to record songs. Could this be another star?

Lao Hu thought to himself.

Dean Jian was here for her compositions. He sat down at the table in the lobby, urging Bai Lian, “Show me your composition.”

Bai Lian casually tossed her backpack to Dean Jian.

The content of the backpack was simple, Lao Hu looked on as Dean Jian pulled out a bunch of English documents. He had learned English, but didn’t understand what they were; he felt a little puzzled.

Dean Jian only found two sheets of music written in Jianpu notation at the very bottom of the pile.

Bai Lian poured tea for the two of them, and Lao Hu quickly said thank you, his eyes drawn to the Jianpu notation in Dean Jian’s hands. As his confidant, Lao Hu was familiar with it, as Dean Jian had been studying Jianpu notation for the last six months.

He recognized it as a melody at first glance.

Putting together the fact that Dean Jian went straight to Bai Lian without even going to his room, Lao Hu suddenly remembered something and looked at Bai Lian—

Dean Jian, who had spent a lot of time in Jiangjing, was unassuming.

He used to like playing “The White Robed Journey” and later became obsessed only with the compositions of a very famous online composer named Bai Jian.

Bai Jian’s compositions could stand up to scrutiny.

The first piece, “Gambling with Liquor,” had the style of “The White Robed Journey,” and the latest piece even surpassed “Gambling with Liquor” in how well it melded with the guzheng, even more so than “The White Robed Journey.”

Yan Lu’s songs had been arranged for various instruments at the Jiangjing Music Academy; the guzheng, bamboo flute, pipa, harp…

Many speculated about Bai Jian’s identity, most believing it was one of the few musical giants who were on a par with Dean Jian.

Lao Hu had also speculated this before.

But now, as he looked at Bai Lian, a preposterous idea surged in his mind.

Dean Jian took note of the Jianpu notation and, having grasped Bai Lian’s current style, he began to rush her to continue writing, “Hurry up and write.”

Bai Lian sat across from Dean Jian and leisurely poured herself a cup of tea, “It takes time.””Oh,” when Dean Jian arrived, he saw high school graduates taking group photos downstairs and thought of Bai Lian, “How did the exams go for you?”

What he really wanted to ask was—

Can you really make it to Jiang University?

Bai Lian’s eyes drifted toward the window, and she just smiled, “Not bad.”

She replied.

College entrance exam?

Lao Hu’s face was expressionless. Was she a college entrance exam candidate?

So, was she going to Jiangyin next? Lao Hu could already predict how lively it would be at Jiangyin once Dean Jian’s favored person arrived.

“There’s a national style music festival in Beicheng in a few days, I have a program. Why don’t you go look for some inspiration?” Dean Jian remembered this and drank some tea, then looked down at the teapot, surprised. When had this damned hotel’s tea gotten so good?

National style music consisted of instruments like guzheng, pipa, bamboo flute…

Bai Lian also took a sip of tea, her eyes narrowing slightly, lazily saying, “It depends.”

Her dog friend was still waiting for her; she had a bit of a headache.

This trip to Beicheng was not only for the Calligraphy Association but also to check on that person for the original owner of her body.

Next to Dean Jian, Lao Hu, with an impassive face, was thinking. A program by Dean Jian was something others would vie for intensely.

Dean Jian personally invited her, and she could still say, “It depends.”

It must be you, Bai Jian!

**

It wasn’t just Dean Jian who was concerned about how Bai Lian did on her exams.

Beicheng High School.

In the principal’s office, he spoke to Guo Yueqing, “Mrs. Guo, I’m well-acquainted with the principal of Beiyin, but I’m not sure I can get the tickets. You also know who is going to be there; students from Jiangyin will all rush over.”

“I understand,” Guo Yueqing set down her gift, her smile gentle. “Shaoke and Shaoqi have troubled you with so many things. Next month, Shaoke is going to have dinner with Professor Jiang; I wonder if you might be available?”

Professor Jiang, a professor at Jiangjing University.

Also the teacher of Bai Shaoke’s lab, the principal replied gravely, “Mrs. Guo, don’t worry.”

Guo Yueqing nodded at him, then left.

After she left.

The homeroom teacher of the international class came in from outside. Looking at the gift Guo Yueqing had left, he told the principal, “Bai Lian has returned.”

“Bai Lian? What has she come back for?” the principal was stunned.

“I saw it in the class group,” the homeroom teacher thought of the last scores he saw; Bai Lian was weak in the sciences, but her mathematics were always perfect, “Math is so difficult, do you think she can still get a perfect score this time?”

The principal wasn’t sure what to think either, and Guo Yueqing’s intentions were easy to guess.

But he couldn’t see through Bai Lian.

With such good grades, why didn’t she show it when she was at Beicheng High School?

“Xiangcheng doesn’t have teaching resources for three months,” the principal sat down, his fingers drumming on the desk, shaking his head, “The math problems have changed so much, none of us expected this, she… probably doesn’t have an advantage. And the science part is even harder; her sciences are weak, Song Min has a very good chance of becoming the provincial top scorer.”

That made sense.

The homeroom teacher of the international class felt unease, “But what does it mean for Jiangjing to make the exam so difficult this time?”

Those in the field of education are much more sensitive than the average person. Jiangjing didn’t make its exams difficult often, but this time the difficulty was beyond everyone’s expectations.

It felt as though, a change was coming.

They, like the teachers at Xiangcheng High School, all thought that Song Min was the one Bai Lian was competing against, not knowing that Bai Lian never set her sights on Beicheng.

If she really only aimed for the provincial top scorer, Liang Zewen might have to crawl out from the ground to her bedside.

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(Teacher Liang asks for monthly votes at the beginning of the month~)