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The canteen of Number One Middle School.
Bai Lian got her meal and waited for Pu Xiaohan to bring Ji Heng back.
Jiang Fulai was called away by a phone call halfway there, so Jiang He followed Bai Lian to the Number One Middle School canteen.
Zhang Shize arrived before Pu Xiaohan.
He brought that male student from class eight and apologized to Bai Lian, “I’m sorry, Bai student.”
“Was it you who took Longsword?” Bai Lian was memorizing words. Hearing the apology, she looked up slightly, leaning gently against the canteen chair, her emerald-green skirt spreading over the stool in full bloom, the peonies blossoming in luxurious and extravagant beauty.
The boy from class eight was a bit stunned.
“Don’t be nervous,” Bai Lian smiled, her lips curling up. She was always breathtakingly beautiful, usually lazy and not aggressive, and now, methodically pressing on her phone, she said, “I just want to understand what happened.”
“Nervous about what,” Zhang Shize gave him a glance. “Our Bai classmate here is such a sweet student, not like Chen Wei, she’s straightforward.”
The boy from class eight looked at Bai Lian, at her “I just want to clear things up, otherwise I won’t know who to annihilate” expression.
Is this being sweet?
Does class fifteen have some kind of filter when it comes to Bai Lian?
“Ren Wanxuan agreed to me,” the boy hesitated but chose to tell the truth, “I don’t know why she didn’t contact Chen Zhu.”
“Chen Wei, Ren Wanxuan.” Bai Lian withdrew her gaze and silently repeated these two names.
Outside the canteen’s main entrance.
Pu Xiaohan brought Ji Heng in.
Pu Xiaohan was sweet-tongued, and Ji Heng, carrying a big smoking pipe, looked at this gathering of students, likely all Bai Lian’s good friends, and his usually stern face softened a lot.
Upon seeing Ji Heng, Bai Lian gestured with her hand for Zhang Shize to take the boy away.
“Right, she was originally going to perform a sword dance! And then her zither playing turned out to be even more amazing. She also said she didn’t have any talents,” Pu Xiaohan chattered all the way, “Grandfather, how can she play the zither so well… ”
Ji Heng was dressed in a black robe, neat and clean.
Surprised by her words, he sat down and looked at Bai Lian, “You can do sword dancing too? I only heard from your uncle that you learned the zither for a year.”
“Only learned for a year?” Pu Xiaohan was shocked, “Alian, you’ve only learned the zither for a year?!”
Bai Lian, who had been learning since a child and for over a decade: “…”
She remained silent.
But she couldn’t refute it.
“Let’s eat.” She passed the chopsticks next to her to Ji Heng and Jiang He.
It was then that Ji Heng noticed the little boy beside Bai Lian, “Is this your first friend?”
At the time, Ji Shaojun had told Ji Heng that Bai Lian had made a friend in Xiangcheng.
“Yes, Grandfather, his name is Jiang He,” Bai Lian picked up her chopsticks and raised an eyebrow at Jiang He, “This is my grandfather, you can just call him Grandpa Ji.”
Jiang He swallowed his food and then looked up slowly, very quietly, “Hello, Grandpa Ji.”
“Hello,” Ji Heng still had a pretty stern face.
He always had this expression, serious and old-fashioned.
Today was the school anniversary celebration, with performances in the morning and a half-day off in the afternoon.
Bai Lian was always one not to waste time, so she’d go to the library to read and do homework during the holiday.
She put Ji Heng on a public bus.
“By the way, we’re having dinner at your uncle’s tonight,” Ji Heng remembered this as he was boarding the bus and reminded Bai Lian, “Go straight to your uncle’s house this evening.”
Usually, when mentioned, “uncle” referred to Ji Shaojun.
Bai Lian, pressing her phone, her delicate brows and eyes lazy, replied, “Okay.”
The bus drove off slowly.
After seeing Ji Heng off, Bai Lian took Jiang He to the library.
Pu Xiaohan, who didn’t love visiting the library, tugged at Yang Lin, who had just finished a part-time shift, to follow along.
The library wasn’t crowded on a workday.
Bai Lian found a table by the window on the second floor, a spot she and Jiang He often chose, and the group sat down and studied seriously.
She hadn’t answered many questions when her phone buzzed a few times.
White Tank Top: [Sis, I just knocked that guy out from last time! My godfather gave me a mountain!]
Bai Lian glanced at the message: [1]
White Tank Top: [Sis, my godfather said he wants to give you a mountain too,]
Bai Lian made time to write two biology problems—
[No need]
A gratuitous offer of services is either from a plotter or a thief.
White Tank Top: [Why not?]
Bai Lian couldn’t be bothered to reply.
White Tank Top: [Sis, do you have time tonight? I have another matter to discuss with you.]
With the afternoon free, Bai Lian sent a location and told Mao Kun to find her directly.
The library was a bit far from Purest Street.
It took Mao Kun more than half an hour to arrive.
Bai Lian put down her pen, picked up her phone, and stood up.
Jiang He stood up as well.
“Stay put, I’ll just be at the library entrance to meet someone,” Bai Lian stretched out a finger and leisurely pressed Jiang
He’s head back down, “I’ll be right back.”