Chapter 517: 207 Bai Family Clan! Return to Beicheng (second watch)_1
As they were talking, Xu En glanced at his phone, which lay in his hands.
On the screen was the WeChat interface; he had sent several ssages to Bai Lian, asking about her gaokao and when she would be coming to Jiangjing.
But she hadn’t replied the whole ti.
Listening to Xu Wenyao and Xu Zhiyue’s conversation, he opened Bai Lian’s profile picture and then sent another ssage—
Xu En: “Even Zhiyue and others say this gaokao was tough, don’t dwell on it if you’ve passed, no one from the affiliated school did well”
Xu En: “#@!%…”
He sent a long string of comforting words.
“Nothing much is going on at our school,” Xu Zhiyue put down her pencil case, speaking slowly and softly, “The students in our class are all discussing this, many didn’t do well.”
“That’s strange indeed,” Xu Wenyao narrowed his eyes slightly, “How co the questions were so far beyond the norm this year?”
If the difficulty of the questions was beyond the norm, the gaokao organizers must have consulted experts, so—
Why did the expert panel go to such lengths?
At first, when Xu Zhiyue ntioned the difficulty of the questions, Old Mrs. Xu felt a “thump” in her heart.
Later, when she heard that everyone else also found it difficult, the old lady was relieved, “Don’t worry about whether the questions were beyond the norm, Zhiyue just has to perform as usual.”
To perform as usual ant ranking in at least the top three.
**
In Xiangcheng, at a hot pot restaurant.
Bai Lian saw Xu En’s ssages just as Pu Xiaohan was ordering food.
Ning Xiao and Tang Ming had just been discussing the last math problem with her, so she hadn’t had ti to check her phone.
Now that she looked, there were a stack of ssages on her phone; she scrolled from top to bottom through Xu En’s texts.
Bai Lian: “Tough?”
Bai Lian: “.”
Bai Lian: “I’ll go to Jiangjing in July”
She replied to Xu En one ssage at a ti.
“Bai, stop looking at your phone all the ti,” Weng Qi, sitting opposite Bai Lian, tossed a bottle of liquor to her, “Co on, drink up.”
Bai Lian, holding her phone, didn’t even lift her head, and caught the beer with precision.
Weng Qi, who often brought mineral water to Bai Lian, Pu Xiaohan, Ning Xiao, and the others during breaks, had beco quite close with them.
Ning Xiao’s outsider friend, Tang Ming, witnessing this for the first ti, murmured to himself, “So cool.”
Lu Lingxi had booked two private rooms; most of the people in the class were of legal age now, and with the gaokao over, she had exceptionally ordered alcohol for the class, “Nobody should drink too much, safety is the most important thing.”
As she spoke, her gaze fell upon Bai Lian.
Seeing Weng Qi hand Bai Lian the drink, Lu Lingxi was about to stop them but saw Bai Lian take the bottle and nonchalantly pull open the tab with one hand.
Bai Lian put down her phone, rested her wrist on the table, and casually leaned back in her chair, tapping her slender legs lightly.
She was wearing a long dress in ancient Chinese style, but at that mont she was slouching with her leg propped up, sipping her beer with deliberate slowness.
With her fine features and a countenance that suggested she had walked out of an ink and wash painting, she appeared elegant and mysterious, yet there was a hint of unruliness about her that made her enigmatic.
Every move she made was elegant and charming.
The lights in the private room were on, with the harsh glare of the crystal chandelier, which made Lu Lingxi feel sowhat dazzled.
It always felt like she was looking at the Bai Lian she knew, yet not the Bai Lian she understood.
“Lu Mom?” Bai Lian turned her head slightly upon noticing the stare, and lazily curved her lips, “Lu Mom, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” Lu Lingxi said with a smile and a shake of her head. The gaokao was over, and she really shouldn’t be putting pressure on the students, but she still couldn’t help but ask, “How did you do in the Chinese exam?”
Lu Lingxi finished speaking and focused on Bai Lian’s expression.
Bai Lian swirled her beer glass, “Not too bad.”
As casual as ever, Lu Lingxi couldn’t discern anything from her eyes and didn’t ask further, “All of you have fun, everything else can wait until the gaokao results co out.”
**
The 9th, Dragon Boat Festival.
Bai Lian had just finished lunch with Ji Shaojun and others at Ji Heng’s place. After lunch, Ji Shaojun had to hurry to Beicheng; his plane was in the evening.
The person coming to take Ji Shaojun to Beicheng was Xiaojie.
Seeing Bai Lian also sitting in the car, Xiaojie recognized her and after a pause, he asked softly, “Mr. Ji, is Miss Bai also going to Jiangjing?”
The plane tickets were arranged by the family butler.
Only three were bought, for Ji Shaojun, Shen Qing, and Xiaojie.
“No,” Ji Shaojun sat in the passenger seat, pulling out a cigarette, his gaze still on Purest Street, he said casually, “She’s coming with us to Beicheng.”
To Beicheng?
Xiaojie breathed a sigh of relief. If Bai Lian was going to Jiangjing with them at this ti, he wouldn’t know how to arrange things.
However, Beicheng…
He started the car and looked into the rearview mirror, wondering what Bai Lian was going to do in Beicheng.
In the back seat, Bai Lian opened her zither case, pulled out the guzheng, and casually plucked it a couple of tis, the strings resonating with a “zeng zeng” sound.
Reviews
All reviews (0)