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“If Academician Ma’s materials aren’t enough, he’ll turn to Young Master Jiang, unless you come up with something that truly excites him,” Xu Nanjing flicked the ash from his cigarette and shook his head, “If he were so accessible, he wouldn’t be known as the clear stream among academicians.”

One who joins no power and focuses solely on research.

His own achievements, the medals he has received… Even Old Master Chen treats him with great respect when they meet.

“What are you planning to do about Guo Huai?” Xiao Bingwen remembered the matter at hand.

Xu Nanjing’s eyes turned cold, “My second uncle got the news so fast, I’m sure he’ll soon find out about my negotiation with Chael tomorrow.”

If he knew the collaboration was pushed forward by a fortuitous mistake…

**

In Ji Heng’s courtyard.

It was Saturday, and Jiang He had been with Ji Heng all day, swinging his legs as he watched Ji Heng draw the designs.

Seeing Bai Lian return, Ji Heng looked at her hair, “Where have you been? Your hair is a mess.”

Bai Lian almost wanted to laugh but held it in, “Jogging.”

“There’s supper.” Knowing Bai Lian loved to exercise, Ji Heng simply pointed at the pot and continued to focus on his drawing.

Bai Lian took the supper back to her room, took out the guzheng and a sheet of paper, and refined the piece inspired by the night’s musings.

This musical composition was also nearing completion.

Unlike the previous two, Bai Lian intended this one to be a boisterous feast. Wary of disturbing the neighbors, she lightly pressed the strings, planning to refine the piece in the next two days.

After roughly adjusting the piece, she picked up her smartphone and slowly worked on the exercises from the app.

No one knew that NO.852’s Bai Jian had climbed to NO.598 in just one night.

**

Monday.

After school.

At the school gate.

Class eight also noticed the standout Bai Lian.

“What are you doing?” Bao Boyu, who was seated beside her, slung on his backpack and glanced at the class president.

The president hesitated and lowered his voice, “I’m going back to print out the study methods and materials from Bai Lian and Ning Xiao. You coming?”

As soon as he spoke, Bao Boyu hurriedly looked towards Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan in front, then finally said, “Are you really going?”

“Yeah.” The president, recalling what he had seen the night before and the school rankings, said, “You know, all three of them scored 730 points.”

“So what? Even if you read it, can you score thirty in three months?” Bao Boyu whispered, “Could you possibly get into Beicheng University? You’d be better off currying favor with Ren Wanxuan and Young Master Chen.”

Both of their grades weren’t far off, but there was still a long way to go to reach Beicheng University.

The class president paused, “What if? I’m going to print it out, aren’t you coming?”

Bao Boyu helplessly gave him a look, as Bai Lian seemed to have some inexplicable power of faith within the school, “Not going.”

“Then I’ll go alone.” The president left quietly.

Up ahead.

Bai Lian held her smartphone, scrolling through questions on the screen when she saw Xu Nanjing waiting outside.

He was talking on his phone while watching the flow of people.

On the other end of the phone was Gao Yan, “You owe a big favor for this, did Young Master Jiang hit you?”

“It’s fine,” Xu Nanjing touched his nose, laughing, “Anyway, you are the only one who needs to know about this. As for the rest, arrange as you see fit. First, find me about ten home tutors.”

Chael played a significant part in this, and Gao Yan had been considering taking Bai Lian as her goddaughter. Hearing this news, she sighed, “She truly is your lucky star. Don’t worry, I’ve reserved her a spot for the future. Why don’t you ask her again if she’s interested in becoming my goddaughter?”

Xu Nanjing just laughed, “That I don’t know.”

As Bai Lian approached, she heard him on the call but didn’t interrupt.

Xu Nanjing’s gaze briefly sharpened.

He caught a glimpse of a familiar page on Bai Lian’s smartphone.

Politely, Xu Nanjing told Gao Yan, “I’ll call you back later.”

After saying that, he hung up the phone, eyes fixed on Bai Lian’s smartphone, “Little Sister Bai Lian, what’s that on your phone?”

“This?”

When asked, Bai Lian answered and turned her phone towards Xu Nanjing, who just so happened to see a message stretched across the screen—

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