YM778.TV Chapter 65: 027 a body of contumacy, Jingjiang Preparatory Camp_3
Chapter 65: 027 a body of contumacy, Jingjiang Preparatory Camp_3
“Oh, I have a good handle on that,” Bai Lian’s rosy lips twitched slightly as she reached out and plucked a leaf from Shen Qings hair, her dark eyes full of nonchalance.
Shen Qing tilted her head, looking at Bai Lian’s half-lowered long lashes, her almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed.
She was at a loss for words.
Bai Lian now looked much more pleasant to the eye than she had a few years ago. Both families were wealthy, but the Bai Family had far more depth than the Ren Family.
She had not expected Bai Lian to be so polite to her and the Ji Family’s people.
The Ren Family had always looked down on them with disdain.
Shen Qing, who had grown up in the slums, was accustomed to being humble and lowering her stance in front of them because she’d seen these people change the trajectories of common folks’ lives with just a word.
Shen Qing said no more but an eerie thought emerged at the bottom of her heart,
If Ji Shaojun asked Bai Lian to move in now, she probably wouldn’t refuse.
The manor at the heart of Xiangcheng.
Chief Chen was extremely restless as he sat downstairs, sipping tea he had poured for himself, cautiously using his peripheral vision to glance at Jiang Fulai standing by the lattice window.
Jiang Fulai, at home, was only wearing a comfortable black loungewear.
His jade-like hand was holding a black headset, his tone cold, “So you didn’t even bother to use your brains, has Jiang Xijue’s brain been invaded by you as well?”
Chief Chen prayed for the person on the other end of the phone while wondering why he had chosen to come today.
He’d heard through the grapevine that Jiang Fulai was in a good mood recently.
Chief Chen held his teacup, attempting to ease his nerves.
Jiang He had been crouched at the front door, and Chief Chen found himself wishing he could join him.
As he pondered this, the sound of tires against the road came from outside.
Upon looking up, he saw Ming Dongheng step in with a girl. With just one glance, Chief Chen recognized her, the same girl he had seen here before.
As soon as Bai Lian entered, she spotted Jiang He crouching at the door.
She reached out to grab the back of his neck, hoisting him up, her eyebrows lazily arched, “Little Wenmang, what are you squatting here for?”
Bai Lian didn’t bother to keep her voice down, and her presence pierced through the empty, chilling silence of the grand hall.
Chief Chen’s eyes widened as he quickly looked at Bai Lian, gesturing for her to lower her voice while silently mourning for her.
How could someone be so obliviously untactful in a time like this?
Just as he thought this, he saw Jiang Fulai lower his voice, “Report to me later,
Jiang Xijue. ”
Then he ended the call.
“You’re early,” Jiang Fulai put his phone into his pocket, his tone even, “let’s head to the lab first.”
He led Bai Lian and Jiang He out.
In the hall, Chief Chen, still holding his teacup, looked as if he had seen a ghost. He glanced at Ming Dongheng before tentatively asking, “Mr. Ming, as for Young Master Jiang…”
Ming Dongheng, no longer surprised, gave Chief Chen a cold reply of just four words, “Don’t ask too much.’
The humble Chief Chen didn’t dare to say another word.
All he thought was, he must have been quite polite to Miss Bai earlier, right?
“By the way,” Chief Chen remembered the actual purpose of his visit, “Is your master at the Backter Street fighting arena?”
“Yeah,” Ming Dongheng responded in a low voice, “it’s no use looking for me, my master won’t see me, Young Master Jiang doesn’t either…”
“Ah?” Chief Chen felt a headache coming on, “But your master is the only eighth-degree martial arts grandmaster alive today…”
Ming Dongheng couldn’t help.
Next door.
Jiang Fulai’s laboratory.
He didn’t lift a finger, merely stood with his arms crossed, watching the two dismantle the cyclotron collider.
Bai Lian dismantled the inside and observed for a while before finally understanding, “So it uses the difference in friction of the outer ring to generate power. It should have a wide range of applications; the collision energy is strong.”
“Right,” Jiang Fulai nodded. “The mushroom clouds we see in everyday life operate on the same principle.”
By the time the duo of different ages finished examining the vortex ring, it was almost dark.
“By the way,” as they were leaving the laboratory, Jiang Fulai sent Bai Lian a link, “Download this app; here’s an invite code. All the letters are in uppercase. ”
Saying this, he recited a string of characters.
He knew Bai Lian’s memory; she wouldn’t need him to repeat it a second time.
Bai Lian and Jiang He came to the hall.
The servants brought tea and fruit, Bai Lian and Jiang He sat to one side, Bai Lian picked up her tea cup, took a light sniff, and her eyes brightened. Ming Dongheng was observing Bai Lian from his position. Seeing her smelling
the tea, he was surprised too.
He asked Xu Nanjing; Old Speckled Tea was very expensive in the market.
Only families like the Jiangs could splurge on such a luxury.
Bai Lian, Miss Bai, who evidently lives on Purest Street, seemed very familiar with Old Speckled Tea?
After Bai Lian finished her tea, Jiang He beside her was twisting a Rubik’s cube.
She remembered the link Jiang Fulai gave her, so she clicked on it and downloaded the app directly. Once the download was complete, she saw a blue app appear on her phone—
Jiangjing University Preparatory Camp.
She had heard this app’s name countless times, both at the Bai Family home and in the training classes in Xiangcheng.
The original owner even cheated for this app.
Her fingertips tapped on her smartphone screen, and she couldn’t help but look up at Jiang Fulai.
He was sitting opposite her on the couch, his left hand casually draped over the armrest, talking to Director Chen, who hadn’t left yet. When he noticed her looking, his shallow eyes lowered slightly as if asking, “What’s wrong?”
Without speaking, Bai Lian redirected her gaze. Her pale blue clothes pressed against her overly fair skin, making her eyes black and white, starkly distinct.
Her fingertips slowly tapped open the app, and immediately, a security key popped up.
After entering the key given by Jiang Fulai, she moved to the registration page.
Under Jiang He’s gaze, she entered her account name with casual indifference
Bai Jian.
Jiang He by her side: ‘ .
Silently turned around, quietly twisting the Rubik’s cube.
After registering, she directly logged into the app; upon entering, she could see three sections: rankings on the right, and “This Month’s Question Bank” and “Timed Challenges” on the left.
Bai Lian glanced at it; the rankings had two columns, “This Month’s Points
Ranking” and “Overall Ranking.”
She opened it to see the monthly scores of freshmen for the current year displayed from top to bottom, Bai Lian slowly scrolling through— NO.I Liang wuyu 28896
NO.2 Xu Zhiyue 28152
NO.39 song Min 21589
NO.464 Bai Shaoqi 17453
NO.552 Bai Jian o
The number of registrants this year totaled 552, with the differences in scores getting smaller towards the end. Those who could secure a spot in the preparatory camp were geniuses, demonstrating absolute talent.
So they all used their real names, with barely anyone frivolously using an ID, as Bai Lian did.
“See that, Liang Wuyu, the hot favorite to become next year’s top scholar. 1 bet one million on him; 1 hope he doesn’t disappoint me,” Director Chen noticed the page on the app and said proudly.
Suddenly, upon seeing Bai Lian at 552, he quickly added, “Miss Bai, go for it! As long as you enter the top three hundred in the monthly ranking, you have a chance to get into Jiangjing University. I believe in you! When I get home tonight, I’ll bet that you can make it into Jiangjing University!’
Bai Lian raised an eyebrow, and upon hearing “total score,” she subconsciously clicked next to the total score section and was metaphorically blinded by what she saw—