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Chapter 43: 020 Green Tassel enters the temple hall, the true Liang style_l

She folded her umbrella and looked up lazily at the endless heavy rain. Her long hair was casually coiled at the back of her head with a simple wooden hairpin. The strands of hair by her forehead were dampened by the misty rain and gently fell across her pale cheeks.

Like a cat wandering in the rain, tentative, hesitant, lonely, unable to find its way home, accidentally intruding into an ink wash painting.

“You walk very slowly,” Bai Lian said, looking up at him, her eyelashes dark and long, casting a faint shadow on her eyelids.

Jiang Fulai handed her phone back to her, took the umbrella and opened it, and said indifferently, “Took a glance at one of your less intelligent classmate’s problems.”

“Who?” Bai Lian stood up and walked with him outside; the training classes were full of top students from Xiangcheng Middle School.

There were none that lacked intelligence.

She took her phone, the red ribbon on her right hand contrasting sharply against her wrist, fair as white jade.

“Sits in front of you.”

Bai Lian: “…?”

Ning Xiao, the legend who was expected to be admitted to Jiangjing University this year, consistently ranked first or second in the whole school?

He’s not very intelligent?

Jiang Fulai held the umbrella, his fingers’ knuckles distinct. “Why did you want to show your classmates the problems today?”

“Oh, we were grouped in fours,” Bai Lian walked languidly, “l just copied a set for the other three teammates.’

Jiang Fulai narrowed his eyes slightly.

As they talked, they arrived at the milk tea shop where Ming Dongheng and Jiang He were squatting at the door.

Jiang He was still slowly turning the 7×7 Rubik’s cube; it was a spherical puzzle with twelve sides, having many complicated speed-solving algorithms. However, Jiang Fulai found them too mundane to write algorithms for him, so he had to rely on memory to restore it.

His movements were unbearable for Jiang Fulai to watch, and Jiang Fulai shifted his gaze away lightly.

Jiang He:

He was silent for a moment, then turned his back to Jiang Fulai.

Then Bai Lian tugged at his collar, pinched his face: “What’s the matter?”

Jiang He just clutched the hem of her clothes, resolved not to look at Jiang Fulai.

When Jiang Fulai arrived, Ming Dongheng got up and followed him, handing him the red invitation in his hand, “Chief Chen got an invitation from the black market. the auction starts at seven in the evening the dav after tomorrow. ”

“You sure it’s an authentic piece from Liang Zewen’s apprentice?” Jiang Fulai put the umbrella aside, took the invitation, and his tone was cold and clear. “Certain, but the specific origin will only be announced at the auction.”

Jiang Fulai nodded, his tall figure leaning against the corner sofa as he carelessly placed the invitation on the table, “What problems did you guys leave today?”

Bai Lian passed the problems to him, her gaze landing on the familiar invitation—

Because Zhang Shize had used it to play table tennis, it had a noticeable dent in the middle.

She: ‘ .

“Don’t send this answer to your classmates,” after finishing the explanation, Jiang Fulai picked up a pen and wrote down another problem, his faint tone betraying no emotion, “let them think about it on their own first.”

When Bai Lian returned, the rain had gradually lessened.

As usual, Ji Shaorong was waiting for her at the end of the alley.

When she got back, the lights in Ji Hengs yard were on, and in the central hall Ji Heng was drinking tea with a middle-aged man.

There was a beautifully wrapped gift on the table.

It was Ren Qian!s secretary-general.

“Miss Bai is back,” upon seeing Bai Lian, the secretary-general stood up to leave, “Then that’s settled, Mr. Ji, we will send a car to pick you up the day after tomorrow.”

Clearly he had timed his departure with Bai Lian’s return.

After the man left, Ji Shaorong frowned, “Dad, I can talk to the Ren Family. Besides, even though Xiangcheng has bolstered its police force, it’s not necessarily able to…”

“Don’t interfere, I’ll ask myself,” Ji Heng shook his head.

Bai Lian sat to the side, supporting her chin with her hand, waiting for them to finish their conversation.

Ji Heng took a drag of his cigarette, and through the swirling smoke, Bai Lian gazed intently at him: ‘

“Ah,” Ji Shaorong suddenly stood up, heading straight outside, “I remembered I simmered some ginger soup for Alian. I’ll go check if it’s ready.”

On the rainy Saturday, Bai Lian and Jiang He spent another day in the library.

They both had things to do on Sunday evening.

At six in the afternoon, when Bai Lian returned from the library, the Ren Family’s car was punctually waiting to pick her up at Purest Street intersection.

“Miss Bai,” the driver got out of the car and opened the rear door, “your grandfather and our sir have gone to the auction house. Old Ren asked me to wait here for you. Would you like to go?”

Bai Lian looked up, her inquiry lazy, “The auction house?”

“Yes, today there’s an item being auctioned by a disciple of Liang Zewen, and your grandfather went as well..”