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Chapter 97: 039 The White Robe Journey (Part 2)_1

The boy, with his collar grabbed by Bai Lian, had an impactful view of her face at close quarters, leaving him momentarily unresponsive.

Bai Lian calmly looked at him, repeating, “Do you have an ancient zither?”

“Yes!” he quickly came to his senses.

Many things in the school were sponsored by Jiangjing, and they especially loved to donate zithers to the school.

The music room alone had seven or eight different types of zithers.

“Mm.” Bai Lian nodded her head and let go of him.

She handed her phone to Pu Xiaohan standing nearby and methodically took off the two Iridium rings from her fingers and gave them to her, politely saying, “Please help me get the zither.”

After a moment of surprise, the boy hurried next door to fetch the zither.

The performance on the stage was already approaching its end.

Bai Lian smoothed out her sleeves and looked at the school leaders, her chilly eyes devoid of any emotion, yet her flat tone sounded intimidating, “The program can be changed, right?”

The once imposing school leaders subconsciously nodded.

Bai Lian withdrew her gaze, “Then change it, I’ll play the zither.”

The boy who went to get the zither just came back with it.

Bai Lian took the zither and looked at the brown instrument for a long while before plucking a string.

The somewhat harsh sound indicated that the zither was not of the highest quality, and its tone wasn’t good either.

She took her time to tune the instrument properly.

But it was barely acceptable.

The logistics staff understood Bai Lian’s intentions; on-site pickups and zithers were readily available, making the performance convenient.

They set up the zither stool and stand, and Bai Lian, with the zither in her arms, lifted the curtain and went onstage.

Ren Wanxuan, who had been expecting Bai Lian to ask for her help, stood in place, frowning as she watched Bai Lian disappear backstage.

“Pu Xiaohan, does your classmate really know how to play the zither?” someone else also caught on and quietly inquired of Pu Xiaohan.

Bai Lian had tuned the zither with quite a bearing, she didn’t seem like an amateur.

At this moment, Pu Xiaohan was drenched in cold sweat. With little strength, she just hummed in affirmation.

But her answer lacked confidence and she was distracted.

Most people present could tell from her state, and after exchanging glances, they seemed to understand that Bai Lian probably wasn’t proficient with the zither.

That made sense.

If she were, she wouldn’t have signed up for a sword dance.

As the people from class 15 went out to see the situation, there was a soft discussion backstage, “It’s really sad, not only was Longsword taken away, but now she has to play the zither.”

“Especially since…” someone cautiously glanced at Ren Wanxuan, “her next act is Ren Wanxuan’s piano performance.”

“Ah? Does she know that Ren Wanxuan is performing the piano?”

Doubtful whispers constantly reached their ears.

Ren Wanxuan had realized by now, she pulled her gaze back, and scoffed, “I originally wanted to help her.”

Since the other party would rather force herself to play the zither than ask for help, there was nothing she could do.

Outside.

Pu Xiaohan and the others had already come out to watch the stage.

The zither stand and stool on the stage were all ready.

Pu Xiaohan and her group stood in the corner, their faces not looking very good.

Zhang Shize, not daring to return to the class, asked Pu Xiaohan about the situation in a low voice.

Pu Xiaohan stared at the stage and shook her head with a wry smile, “She has never practiced the zither.”

Not to mention the zither, Bai Lian had hardly ever touched the Whitestringer Longsword.

Even Ren Wanxuan, who was proficient in piano, made time to practice every day. Bai Lian hadn’t touched the zither recently, nor had she communicated with the stage crew about the rhythm in advance.

The outcome of this zither performance was foreseeable.

Zhang Shize and the others suddenly felt a sinking feeling.

Bai Lian, dressed in a ruqun, emerged from backstage, a spotlight shining on her pale face, and the sounds in the auditorium suddenly dropped considerably.

But there were still people talking quietly.

Like the boys standing next to Ji Heng.

They seemed to be keen on learning, continuously arguing over a biological heredity problem involving the probability of disease.

“But her offspring includes both sufferers and normal individuals…”

Ji Heng saw Bai Lian come out, seemingly to perform on the zither.

Bai Lian hadn’t told him about her performance, and he thought it had always been the zither.

He had also heard from Ji Shaojun that Bai Lian seemed to have learned the zither in the Bai Family, and Ji Heng didn’t doubt it for a second.

He turned his head back to the two debating boys and said, “She’s a sufferer and her son is a sufferer, her daughter is normal, it’s clearly X-linked recessive inheritance, so the child that her daughter would have with a normal person has a one in four chance of being sick.”

The two students flipped to the back of their book for the answer—

And sure enough, it was one in four, an X-linked recessive disease.