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His attitude towards Bai Lian had always been approachable, not making people feel distant.

Xu Nanjing lowered his head and saw the papers that Bai Lian was holding, on which he could see the logo of Xiangcheng No.1 Middle School: “This is…”

“Exam paper questions from the school,” Bai Lian answered deliberately, “I brought them for her.”

Xu Nanjing: “…”

Who brings this kind of specialty to see a patient?

The deputy director beside them wiped away sweat, finally feeling relieved.

What kind of people are they in Xiangcheng.

He raised his head and glanced over, recognizing Bai Lian when his eyes landed on her face, the girl from last time.

The deputy director quickly lowered his head.

After Bai Lian entered, Yang Lin still had her eyes closed, but when she heard Bai Lian’s voice, her eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes.

She lay on the hospital bed with most of her head wrapped in gauze.

“Here’s your exam paper; I and Ning Xiao were at the library doing homework on Saturday.” Bai Lian placed the papers beside her and glanced around the environment.

Yang Lin whispered her thanks.

Xu Nanjing crossed his arms and leaned against the door, with raised eyebrows thinking, this girl’s silence is selective.

Of course, he didn’t know that Yang Lin was even more notoriously unapproachable than Ning Xiao in Xiangcheng No.1 Middle School.

Bai Lian just sat down on the chair beside her and calmly said to Yang Lin, “Also, 12,870 yuan, remember to pay me back.”

Yang Lin smiled gently and said softly, “Okay.”

She was transferred to a regular ward that very day.

Xu Nanjing touched his nose at the door, watching Bai Lian without daring to speak.

**

The deputy director hurried out of the hospital.

He encountered Ren Qian.

Ren Qian’s position had recently been taken over by someone else, and he was facing retirement. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, dark circles under his eyes.

Seeing the deputy director, he quickly stopped, “Director Wang, what brings you here today?”

“Came to follow up on a case.” Although just a deputy director, hearing Ren Qian call him director made Deputy Director Wang’s heart comfortable, prompting him to add a few more words.

Ren Qian naturally noticed the file bag in the deputy director’s hand.

What case would bring him personally to the hospital?

“Has there been some major incident in Xiangcheng?” Ren Qian feigned surprise.

However, this time Deputy Director Wang did not elaborate, only smiling at Ren Qian, “Old Ren, take care of your health, I’ve got things to attend to.”

After the man left, Ren Qian tilted his head slightly, “Find out who’s been admitted to the hospital.”

In the evening, Ren Qian invited Chen Gang over and casually mentioned the incident at the dinner table.

“Has some big shot come to Xiangcheng again?” Chen Gang was startled, as he was unaware of any such news.

Seeing Chen Gang’s reaction, Ren Qian nodded, realizing Chen Gang was also unaware. It wasn’t because he had been marginalized, “No matter, keep asking around. Chen Zhu, after you finish eating with Wanxuan, go study straight away. The college entrance exams are coming.”

At the dinner table, Chen Zhu nodded, but as he looked down, he remembered the cool motorbike he had seen at the school gate that day.

**

Saturday.

Xu Nanjing got up early and saw Ming Dongheng carefully holding a wooden box.

He settled at the table and gestured to have his breakfast brought over, “What’s this?”

There were no top-level clubs in Xiangcheng, the only place that provided some excitement was a racing track around the mountains.

Xu Nanjing lived an ascetic life in Xiangcheng.

“Miss Bai’s guqin.” Ming Dongheng set it down, then called the maintenance teacher.

A guqin needed regular maintenance and care. Bai Lian had gone to see Zhang Shize with Jiang Fulai, so the task fell onto Ming Dongheng.

“Guqin?” Xu Nanjing, with one leg casually draped over, sipped his tea leisurely, and upon hearing this, smiled at Ming Dongheng, “Ming, can little sister Bai Lian play the guqin?”

This was somewhat unexpected.

He had seen Bai Lian that night; she lived in bungalows, and Xu Nanjing had originally blamed Jiang Fulai severely after finding out where she lived.

Her family circumstances seemed average; it didn’t seem like she would learn to play the guqin.

“Yes,” Ming Dongheng spoke succinctly, “It seems she really loves the guqin.”

It was said that Bai Lian even took her guqin with her for the short time she was in Jiangjing.

“Is that so.” Xu Nanjing picked up a dumpling while sending a message to his mother, “Where has your young master Jiang gone?”

He asked offhandedly.

Ming Dongheng surprised him with his answer: “Prison.”

“Cough cough,” Xu Nanjing showed a rare expression of surprise, “Prison?”

“Miss Bai’s classmate is there.”

Xu Nanjing uttered an “ah” sound, feeling somewhat stunned. Not really—so all of sister Bai Lian’s classmates were so… explosive.

One wanted to wield a knife in a fight, and another was already in prison?

She was such a good student; how did she come to have such classmates?

Xu Nanjing was utterly perplexed.

**

Jiangjing.

The class differences in Jiangjing were very pronounced, and navigating the social strata was difficult without backing or ability. Upon receiving Xu Nanjing’s message, Xu’s mother mulled it over, guqin?

She set down her teacup and rose, “Go ask if Old Master Chen has any time recently.”

The butler put down his watering can and retreated softly.

It was well known that Old Master Chen was aged and in poor health, but he kept his passion for calligraphy and the guqin, yet none of the Chen Family had the talent for these arts.

Xu’s mother, whose own mother had been an opera singer, also graduated from the Jiangjing Music Academy.

During a visit to meet Old Master Chen, at the Chen residence she had once seen Principal Jian, aware that Old Master Chen respected him as a friend.

The Xu and Jiang families had good relations, everyone knew that Xu Nanjing was a brother to Jiang Fulai, and without knowing Xu mother’s specific request, Old Master Chen did not reject her outright.

Old Master Chen held Principal Jian in high esteem; he knew that if he mentioned it, Principal Jian would not refuse him anything, as he had owed Principal Jian a great debt of gratitude.

So he gave Xu’s mother Principal Jian’s contact information.

In the residential area of the Jiangjing Music Academy, Jian Zhongyou had not been awake for long. His room played soft music, and his personal phone had a new friend request early in the morning.

He didn’t add many people on his private number usually.

He looked down—

[Hello, Principal Jian, this is Gao Yan.]

The other party had added him through Old Master Chen’s shared contact card, and Jian Zhongyou accepted the request.

Gao Yan: [Principal Jian, I have a junior who is very fond of the guqin. Could you find some time to give her some guidance when she comes to Jiangjing in the future?]