The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress - Chapter 337

Chapter 337: 130 prestigious families, a fortunate encounter _1
Bai Lian pondered for a moment.

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She knew that Academician Ma was over seventy years old, and couldn’t imagine how he managed to go shopping with Pu Xiaohan.

Bai Jian: [Academician Ma, be careful since Bord Road is slippery. Don’t fall down.]

The weather in Jiangjing was colder than in Xiangcheng, and parts of the smaller paths in Boyuan had iced over. Given the advanced age of some individuals, a fall could be significant, so she reminded Academician Ma.

Academician Ma: […]

Academician Ma was ignoring her, but Bai Lian didn’t mind. She took out a notebook from her backpack and a black pen, then used her free time to organize the shorthand music score.

It was only the second day, and clear cliques had already started to form among the classes at the special training camp.

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Representatives of the student elite, like Liang Wuyu, sat in the first row, followed by outstanding students from Jiangjing’s affiliated schools, like Ling Ziyao, sitting toward the middle.

Bai Lian and students from the four major cities all sat in the last two rows on the left side of the classroom.

From yesterday’s distribution of test papers by the professor, it was apparent that the distinction was akin to that between a master’s direct disciples, ordinary disciples, and mixed-race children.

In front of Bai Lian, a male student with a crew cut showed strong leadership skills. He was allocating parts of the presentation they were responsible for.

“Ning Xiao is in charge of research, surveys, and setting the direction. Pei Qin will handle data analysis for the practice section, data collection; also Pei Qin, you and Ning Xiao need to determine the model, and integrate classification… Bai Lian, you’re going to write the results and the report with me. Oh right, I’m Wang Xu, this is my WeChat QR code. Everyone scan it so I can create a group chat for better communication.” It was evident that Wang Xu had spent the previous night researching everyone to delegate tasks sensibly.

Their voices were quite soft.

Wang Xu had added many people yesterday, but only Bai Lian and Ning Xiao had yet to add him.

He let Ning Xiao scan the code first and then moved two seats over to place his phone in front of Bai Lian.

As Bai Lian was scanning his QR code, Wang Xu happened to see what she was writing in her notebook—the “shorthand music score” and such—

What is this?

He didn’t understand it.

However, Bai Lian appeared very relaxed, which was remarkable in such a tense academic atmosphere.

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Luckily, he had assigned relatively simple tasks to himself and Bai Lian, such as drafting academic presentation papers. Among the few of them, it was likely that only he and Bai Lian were slightly weaker.

Ding—

A new friend request popped up.

Glancing down, Wang Xu saw one from Ning Xiao and another with an ancient city tower avatar. The name…

Bai Jian?

Wang Xu couldn’t help but turn towards Bai Lian—could it be, she was a fan of “the pick-up artist”?

On the app’s forum, many fans of “the pick-up artist” adopted the name Bai Jian. Of course, this included Wang Xu. Since he couldn’t use the exact same name, his was Bai Jian111.

After completing the group invites, at eight o’clock, the classroom fell silent, and everybody looked toward the door, waiting for Doctor Gao to arrive.

Next to Wang Xu, Song Min also noticed Bai Lian working on the shorthand music score.

He didn’t recognize it either and, after a cursory glance, furrowed his brow and looked away.

Could she actually manage to write an academic report?

**

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It was five past eight.

The sound of dress shoes clacking could be heard in the hallway.

Everyone turned toward the door. Wang Xu was still sharing information with the group, though his voice had dropped to a whisper, “That’s the Gao Family, his grandfather is an impressive academician, but it’s his aunt who is truly formidable. In short, a prestigious and untouchable noble family…”

In the end, he summed it up in just four words.

The professor who visited yesterday hailed from Jiangjing University, but his own teacher had yet to attain the title of academician. Having an academician present signified a first-rate school; without one, the institution was considered third-rate.

As for someone from a distinguished family like Gao Jiachen, they were at the pinnacle of the hierarchy.

The man walked into the classroom with the teaching material in hand, and the room was remarkably quiet.

Gao Jiachen’s gaze swept the classroom. Unlike the professor who had lectured on topology the day before—who had been scholarly and mild—his stare was sharp, daunting those who dared to meet his eyes, “Today, we’re going to talk about whether this world is deterministic or randomized.”

People like Pei Qin and Wang Xu unconsciously looked away from his gaze.

Not just them—most of the students from the affiliated schools also dared not meet Gao Jiachen’s gaze.

When Wang Xu averted his gaze, he saw Tang Ming and Ning Xiao seated behind him, who did not look away. He couldn’t help but give them a thumbs-up. Tang Ming looked back at him, puzzled.

Of course, what Wang Xu didn’t know was that these two had faced Jiang Fulai’s deadly stare for so long.

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Gao Jiachen’s influence was like a sesame seed in comparison.

And even less oppressive than Jiang He.

**

Compared to yesterday, today’s lecture was more profound and difficult to understand.

Liang Wuyu from the first row raised his hand to ask a question.

“Liang, you have a query?” Gao Jiachen obviously recognized the widely known Liang Wuyu, as he was a hot candidate for top honor at Jiangjing University, “What is your question?”