Chapter 789: 309 Jiang Ge: I’ve taken the person away_3 Chapter 789: 309 Jiang Ge: I’ve taken the person away_3 She hadn’t walked many steps downstairs when she saw Shi Ruolan approaching from the direction of the dormitory.
Bai Lian stopped at the intersection, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Not far away, Shi Ruolan, holding a coffee, frowned, wanting to avoid the blue-eyed boy in front of her.
The boy continued to make provocative gestures at Shi Ruolan. Bai Lian hadn’t been clear about what those gestures ant yesterday, but after looking it up last night, she understood.
Shi Ruolan only wanted to shake off those two boys. Seeing Bai Lian approaching, she quickened her pace and then gave Bai Lian a aningful look.
With a coffee in one hand and the other clutching at Bai Lian’s sleeve, the gesture still implied she wanted to keep the peace.
Today, however, Bai Lian did not comply with the implied request to leave; instead, she looked over at the two foreigners. The wind swept back her wispy bangs, revealing the bottomless depths of her apricot eyes.
In her right hand, she still held a black cellphone, with a WeChat conversation displayed on the screen.
Her fair and smooth fingertips tapped idly on the side of the phone.
She smiled at the two foreigners, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Instead, it carried a thin chill and a blatant provocation.
“dada…” The man on the left stretched out two fingers, a laughing sound erging from his mouth as he spoke.
But as soon as his hand reached in front of Bai Lian, she gently pinched his two fingers.
“Snap—” a sound.
The cracking of a joint could be heard.
The man looked down at his hand, his face pale, staring at his own fingers.
His companion, seeming to realize the terror of Bai Lian’s martial prowess, involuntarily took a step back and looked up at her.
Under the streetlamp, Bai Lian maintained her lazy smile. She put her hand back into the pocket of her pleated skirt and took a napkin from Shi Ruolan’s coffee bag, wiping her fingertips that had touched the man at a leisurely pace. Her tone was light and breezy, “Sorry, I might have been too strong.”
She still spoke in Chinese.
The two foreign n took several steps back, their eyes wide with shock and fear as they retreated while pulling out their phones to make a call.
It was unclear if they were calling the police or their own teacher.
“Junior… junior sister,” Shi Ruolan finally reacted, grabbing Bai Lian’s wrist. Her gaze searched for nearby surveillance caras, “He’s a local, and he will definitely call the police. The school might deport us at that point…”
“Senior sister,” Bai Lian ignored the screams of the two n, simply pushing the coffee into Shi Ruolan’s hand with a pair of pitch-black eyes looking at her, “Don’t worry, go back and review properly. I’ve organized today’s notes. They’re on the table; you and Zhiyue can go through them before sending them to Ding Wenyang and the others.”
Perhaps it was her naturally reassuring tone, but it was only after Shi Ruolan returned to the dorm that she realized.
Sitting at Bai Lian’s desk, she recognized the neat handwriting in the notebook, feeling a sense of familiarity; but then she imdiately rembered the evening’s incident and took out her phone to call Director ng.
**
Jiang Fulai’s lounge.
When Bai Lian arrived, Jiang Fulai was sitting by the window with a computer in front of him. His brow was cold as he stared at the screen, obviously in a eting.
“Include him?” He scoffed, not saying much afterwards, but his mocking expression was evident.
At this ti, there weren’t many people inside the coffee shop.
Bai Lian sat by his side, ssaging Zhang Shize.
Zhang Shize wasn’t familiar with foreign laws. He had just finished a call with Chi Yundai and now sent a ssage—
[The few sentences of your recording are enough to bankrupt them.]
A shadow fell across the table, and Jiang Fulai looked up, aware of Bai Lian’s arrival. The hardness on his face softened a bit as he spoke briefly to the person on the other end of the eting before shutting his laptop.
“How was the lecture today?” he asked, raising his hand slightly.
Ming Dongheng, who was waiting nearby, ca over with a food container, opening it to reveal the al inside.
The cafeteria here served Western food, which neither he nor Bai Lian liked much.
If he had ti in the evening, he’d bring sothing over for her.
“It’s okay,” Bai Lian said, although she didn’t speak much English, she understood it and picked up her chopsticks deliberately.
Aside from disliking the atmosphere here, especially those two foreigners at night, she could adapt to everything else.
Jiang Fulai noticed the indifference in her eyes and brows; he leaned his hand on the table and asked in a steady voice, “Did sothing happen on your way here?”
“Two guys who can’t see straight,” Bai Lian said indifferently, recounting the incident on the road, “The senior was alone, trying to keep the peace, but I couldn’t hold back and I took action.”
And it wasn’t just action — she was going to demand compensation for her emotional distress.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fulai had a pretty good idea of what had happened.
“Don’t worry,” he said, knowing that so international students often encountered ill-intentioned foreigners. He stared out the glass window and whispered, “It will get better with ti.”
**
The next day, at eight in the morning.
Director ng received an official email from the sumr camp first thing in the morning, asking him to bring two students to the office.
This was not a small matter.
“Principal,” Bai Lian and Shi Ruolan had just arrived when Director ng, accompanied by two other school teachers, was calling Shun Yu, “Principal, this is the situation: the other party has two broken fingers, and now the officials want us to talk. It looks like they want to send the two students back to their country.”
He stood at the entrance of the office, his face filled with anxious urgency.
This was no small matter, and Shi Ruolan dared not conceal it. She had inford Shun Yu last night.
On the other end of the phone, in Shun Yu’s office.
It was eight or nine o’clock in the evening, and he hadn’t left. Inside the office, Gao Yi’s voice ca through the phone to Director ng, “Principal Shun, are you still sending Gao Yuan and his group after hearing this? Such a great opportunity, and Tongfeng class is causing trouble again. Are they trying to reduce the quota for next year’s sumr camp?”
The voice was so loud that Shi Ruolan could hear everything clearly.
Her face turned pale.
Director ng hung up the phone, looked at the two girls in front of him, and sighed, “Morrison, the student involved, is inside. Rember to be polite and try to get his forgiveness.”
Morrison was the foreigner who made discriminatory gestures at them last night.
Shi Ruolan hastily agreed, her voice filled with trepidation.
Bai Lian remained as composed as ever, standing tall and straight, her spine never bending no matter the situation.
Director ng pushed the door open and went in.
In the office, Morrison had a plaster cast on his finger and stood in front of the person in charge. Upon seeing Bai Lian, he shrank back for a mont before looking her way again.
Director ng smiled and said a few polite words to the person in charge, including ntioning Jiang University’s compensation.
Seeing Director ng’s softening deanor, Morrison beca emboldened and refused to accept the apology, “You stupid jerk…”
Director ng gave a forced smile to Morrison.
Bai Lian crossed her arms and gave Morrison a nonchalant look.
“You…” Morrison, seeing Bai Lian’s expression, wanted to say sothing else.
The door was knocked and then soone ca in without waiting for a response from inside.
Ming Dongheng, dressed in black, stood tall and large at the doorway, his stern gaze sweeping the office before stepping aside so others could enter.
Jiang Fulai ca in wearing a coat, casually holding an envelope behind his back.
As soon as he stepped in,
Morrison, who had just begun to speak, seed as if he was choked mid-sentence.
The room fell silent.
The person in charge of the base, who had been speaking English to Director ng, was taken aback when he saw Jiang Fulai, but then stood up and said in very standard Mandarin, “Mr. Jiang, what brings you here?”
Jiang Fulai didn’t look at him but simply placed the unmarked envelope in front of the person in charge and spoke indifferently, “I’m taking the two of them away. If there are any follow-up issues, contact my assistant directly.”
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