"Professor Lan, it really is you. I’ve read your papers, known about you for a long ti, and admired you for a long ti. I never thought I’d et you one day." Zhu Hongbin was very excited.
Lan Shao didn’t expect he would have read sothing she wrote. After a brief pause, she smiled, "Thank you."
Zhu Hongbin thought his sister had really hit the jackpot—such a big windfall out of nowhere.
Of course, she’d agree.
So, this matter was settled just like that. Next was the issue of which school to attend.
"How about this? I’ll arrange so tests to determine which high school is suitable for your sister. Once she’s in, she needs to rank in the top ten of her grade, otherwise, she’ll have to go back ho to farm," Ye Ranran said rather harshly.
Zhu Hongbin’s face fell completely. There are conditions?
The village belle firmly said, "I can do it, I will definitely be in the top ten."
She had always been first in her exams, so she thought the top ten here wasn’t a problem.
Ye Ranran, understanding the little thoughts in her eyes, didn’t expose her.
Having confidence is always a good thing after all.
"You two siblings probably haven’t seen each other in a long ti, right? I’ll have soone take you around to have so fun." The tests needed a two-day schedule, so since Zhu Hongbin was there, naturally he should stay until the results were out before leaving.
"Take them out to look around, and by the way, get her a phone." Ye Ranran ordered unceremoniously.
The assistant dared not offend this madam, nodding quickly.
He reported the matter to Chu Ji, who told him to instruct others to handle it, as there were things he still needed him for.
"Understood, I’ll have soone from the administrative departnt co over."
After arranging all this, Ye Ranran was surprised to find that Jun Mochan had appeared from sowhere.
"Where did you go?" she walked over.
Without answering, Jun Mochan grasped her hand and asked instead, "Finished with matters?"
"Yes, finished."
"Then let’s go." He took her out of the ward, holding her hand tightly, making her fingers ache.
"Be gentle, you’re hurting ." She tried to pull away but couldn’t.
He loosened his hold slightly but didn’t let go.
Once in the car, he told her, "The mid-year conference has been postponed, planned for next month now."
"Why?" Postponed for no reason, and for so long—sothing must have happened?
"It’s nothing, just wanted to change the timing." Jun Mochan naturally wouldn’t tell her that he didn’t want her to get tired.
"But I’ve almost finished preparing, how can you delay it without reason?" Ye Ranran was still upset.
She was about to start rehearsals, with clothes and models ready, everything was set, and now he suddenly says it’s changed, delayed.
Isn’t this just nonsense?
Before Jun Mochan could reply, her phone rang, and Zhao Xiao’s voice ca from the receiver, "Sister Ran, I heard the mid-year conference is delayed, is that true?"
Ye Ranran rubbed her slightly aching forehead, "Yes, it is. Let them know the ti is delayed, rehearsals will be a few weeks later. As for the clothes, keep them as they are, all packed in bags to avoid dust."
Despite her dissatisfaction, since Jun Mochan had already issued the order, she couldn’t very well have him go back on his word, could she?
After hanging up the phone, Jun Mochan gently took her hand and played with it, "Are you angry?"
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