The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 691 - : 274 Bai Jian, an expert, Mu Lao Ye steps out of the Buddha hall (two watches combined)_2

Chapter 691: 274 Bai Jian, an expert, Mu Lao Ye steps out of the Buddha hall (two watches combined)_2

103, Ji Heng and Lance weren’t there, as the old rascals had gone fishing in the afternoon.

In another month, Jiangjing would be ready for ice fishing.

She returned to 303, where only Zhang Shize and Tang Ming were doing their homework. Xiaohan wasn’t there, as she had joined Ji Heng and the others to film the fishing scene, and Ning Xiao had been called away to help Zhou Wenqing.

Now in the Tongfeng class, the most outstanding ones weren’t actually Gao Yuan and his group.

Bai Lian was in a league of her own; beneath her, it wasn’t Liang Wuyu or Gao Yuan, but Ning Xiao, with Tang Ming and Gao Yuan even further down.

As the quality of the students in the Tongfeng class was so high, Zhou Wenqing also had some thoughts. He preferred Bai Lian, but being in the same physics institute, and seeing the abnormal behavior of Dean Huang and Academician Ma, he too had come to understand over these two months and didn’t dare to approach Bai Lian.

“Lian Jie,” seeing Bai Lian return, Tang Ming lifted the draft paper in his hand, “haven’t you done this problem from the challenge bank yet?”

Bai Lian walked over and glanced at it, a math problem.

She took off her coat, picked up the remote, sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV, and searched for a drama, “It’s similar to the Boyuan class’s problems this time, on my desk.”

Tang Ming pushed open the door to Bai Lian’s study.

Her study’s bookshelf was filled with books, most of which weren’t college level, and apart from those, there was a stack of historical records.

Tang Ming approached her desk where a stack of neatly bound A4 papers was placed, with the translation Bai Lian had just done for them the day before being the topmost on the left.

He flipped through and found something that looked like Chinese drama scripts underneath.

Thinking it was Yan Lu’s script, he flipped another page and finally found the Boyuan class’s papers. He pulled it out, closed the door, and left.

Bai Lian was lying leisurely on the sofa watching the play, and Tang Ming glanced at it but didn’t have the artistic talent to appreciate it.

Downstairs, the group that had gone fishing had already returned.

Tang Ming received a message from Shen Qing and went downstairs to get fruit.

The glass roof in the courtyard was almost finished, the workers were skilled, and there was hardly any noise during installation.

“I’ll take these too,” Tang Ming noticed there were also sunflower seeds left on the table, so he took another pack, “Lian Jie is watching a play, let her have some seeds to crack.”

Next to him, the dean who was looking at the fish with Lance heard the keyword and paused for a moment, “She’s watching a play?”

The dean followed Tang Ming to 303.

Bai Lian held a black remote in her right hand, leaned against the sofa, and rested her legs lazily as she calmly watched the TV.

The dean looked toward the TV; it was a classic domestic ethically themed drama.

He sat on Bai Lian’s left, “Why did you suddenly start watching a play?”

Bai Lian tapped the remote with her fingertips, her tone unhurried, “I want to give it a try.”

“Following suit?” The dean had an inkling already in his heart.

“Yes.”

“Plays are categorized too,” said the dean, a theater enthusiast, thrilled to hear Bai Lian wanted to try, “I can introduce you to a few plays with the same style as ‘Following Suit’.”

Bai Lian shook her head, “I might not be able to write the style you’re looking for.”

“Give it a try,” the dean said, his tone exuding confidence, “It’s also my first time composing music for a play.”

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Jiang Fulai got back late.

Tomorrow was Monday, the day of the group meeting, and everyone in his group had the same papers. Jiang Fulai organized the progress of the last two weeks of the experiment, and by the time he got back, it was already ten o’clock.

After a day in the lab, he planned to take a shower before heading over to 303 to check on Bai Lian and the others.

But the small light in the 302 lounge was on.

Jiang Fulai took off his coat with a stretching motion and hung it on the nearby rack, his cool gaze falling on the light, lingering for a moment before he caught on and headed towards the music room.

The music room door was not tightly shut, leaving a crack, but the soundproofing was excellent, and one could not hear anything even while standing at the door.

He gently pushed the door open.

The air conditioner inside was on, with only a small lamp lit, casting a dim light.

Bai Lian wasn’t sitting on the piano bench as usual, but rather in simple loungewear, lazily seated on the thick black carpet, the piano resting beside her with several sheets of paper scattered around, some with writing, others blank.

Oh, and there was a lighter.

She seemed a bit lazy, her slender fingers too lethargic to pluck the strings, so she just picked up the lighter next to her, clicking it intermittently.

Jiang Fulai was somewhat fastidious about cleanliness.

She had only brought a lighter with her.

The pale blue flame reflected in her deep black eyes, casting a long shadow of her eyelashes.

Seemingly noticing someone at the door, she turned her head, sat up a bit, her hair casually pinned up with a few strands falling onto her brow. She put the piano down and stood up: “Looks like I’ve been idle too long, you’re already back.”