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Ning Xiao also packed his things and listened to Tang Ming's call.
When he turned around, he saw the cold expression on Bai Zian's cold white face, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. Even if he didn't speak, Ning Xiao could feel the chill.
The usual laziness no longer exists.
Ning Xiao grabbed Tang Ming's schoolbag strap, his gloomy eyes showed a little light through the black hair on his forehead, and his tone was calm: "I'll give you a place. Whatever you call, get out first."
Very serious and loud.
Tang Ming said "Oh" and recovered his voice.
Bai Xian carried the backpack with her slender fingers, then looked away and walked out the door with a slightly casual attitude.
The two of them followed.
Everyone in the lecture theater watched the three of them leave. When no one was seen anymore, they looked at each other.
"What did Tang Ming just say?"
Someone spoke like a fantasy.
"It seems...it seems that Bai Qian wants to give him the quota."
Chen Zhuzai was well-informed about the Chen family, and he could not suppress his shock at this time.
Everyone in Xiangcheng, and even people in the four major cities, are fighting for Jiangjing University. Even Beicheng No. 1 Middle School only has ten places, and each place is controlled by Jiangjing University.
There are no quotas for this app in the auction house, so there is no price in the market.
Both the Ren family and the Chen family regard it as a treasure, let alone others.
Is Bai Qian really going to give this spot to Tang Ming?
"It doesn't seem difficult to understand," someone in the lecture theater suddenly said, "Ning Xiao and Tang Ming could have such a high score. It should be because Bai Qian shared all the answers with them. After all, Ning Xiao is number one."
Ning Xiao often competes with Chen Zhu for the first or second place in the school, but this time Chen Zhu, with the help of a doctor from Jiangjing University, scored lower than Ning Xiao. This can only mean that there is a master behind it.
Who is this variable due to...
Except for Bai Zian, he didn't think anything else.
"Aren't the three of them in competition?"
They also envied Ren Wanxuan's two team members before.
But now compared to Tang Ming and Ning Xiao, these two team members seem to have nothing to envy.
"What's the competition? Didn't you see that Bai Qian is about to give the app to Tang Ming? The new classmate is really nice to the team members. It would have been nice if I had been chosen randomly..."
Having said this, most people couldn't help but look at Zhu Jiaren who was sitting behind Ren Wanxuan.
They remembered that Zhu Jiaren was also in Bai Qian's group.
Zhu Jiaren didn't look up since she heard about Ning Xiao and Tang Ming's scores.
She has realized...
Ning Xiao doesn't go to help Bai Zian in poverty every night.
Bai Qian has the answer, even clearer than Ren Wanxuan's!
Why didn't she say it before?
If she did, she would never find an excuse to go back to the dormitory...
Exercises, and exercises!
Zhu Jiaren dug out the WeChat account she added of Tang Ming, and she only added Tang Ming——
[What are the exercises that Bai Zian gave us before?]
Tang Ming said nothing and only sent two pictures.
The picture shows the exercises written by Bai Zian, as well as the analysis. Zhu Jiaren didn’t pay attention to the questions Bai Zian sent before, and threw them away without even looking at them. Today is the first time that she has carefully read the questions and analysis.
After reading it, I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.
Only then did she finally know what she had missed.
Outside.
When Tang Ming asked Bai Qian for the tenth time, she finally said, "If you say one more thing, I will transfer it to Zhang Shize immediately."
Tang Ming: "..."
He downloaded the app and registered an account smoothly.
Then he searched for Ning Xiao's account and followed it, but couldn't find it when he searched for Bai Zian. He was about to ask Bai Zian, but saw that Bai Zian had already entered the milk tea shop.
He endured it silently.
**
Ren family.
Meal.
Ren Qian came back from outside and put a gift box in the servant's hand. He glanced around and did not see Ren Wanxuan: "Where is Xuanxuan?"
The servants looked at each other.
Ren Wanxuan locked herself upstairs with a gloomy face from the moment she came back. She never came down and didn't eat dinner.
No one dared to call her.
Ren Qian was surprised. He knew that today was the day when quotas were distributed, and he specially brought a gift back to Ren Wanxuan.
He went upstairs and knocked on Ren Wanxuan's door.
When there was no movement, he directly asked someone to take out the key from the warehouse and open the door.
Ren Wanxuan did not turn on the light, and the curtains were tightly drawn. Ren Qian asked the servant to give her the gift box in surprise, and he reached out to turn on the light in the room.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Ren Wanxuan lying on the bed without taking off her school uniform, Ren Qian took the gift box and said gently: "Grandpa also bought you a gift. Open it and take a look. It's the one you've always liked."
"I don't want it."
Ren Qian looked at Ren Wanxuan worriedly and waved the servant away: "Xuanxuan, tell grandpa who bullied you?"
Ren Wanxuan said nothing.
Ren Qian stood there and looked at her for a long time, then took out his cell phone and prepared to call the principal with a cold face.
Hearing the sound of the button, Ren Wanxuan stood up suddenly, took away Ren Qian's cell phone, and ended the call.
Ren Qian didn't take it back, he just stood there and looked at her.
The principal's call came back quickly, but neither of them read it.
The grandfather and grandson faced off for five minutes before Ren Wanxuan said, "Neither Chen Zhu nor I got a quota."
Ren Qian was no less astonished than Ren Wanxuan. The Ren family had spent so much energy on this spot. He and the Chen family were bound to win these two spots.
Now Ren Wanxuan says that the two of them did not get the quota?
He wanted to ask again, but Ren Wanxuan refused to say a word. She returned the phone to Ren Qian and kicked him out, locking the door again.
Ren Qian took his cell phone and called the principal.
"Bai Xian?"
Ren Qian's surprise was obvious when he learned that one of the two places was for Bai Qian.
In Ren Wanxuan's description, Bai Qian was a person who switched from literature to science, and her comprehensive score in science had always been very low. Ren Qian never expected that there would be Bai Qian.
"Go and apologize to Teacher Li on Monday," Ren Qian knocked on Ren Wanxuan's door twice and said in a deep voice, "You should know with your brain, who in Xiangcheng dares to wear our Ren family's shoes?"
No one spoke inside.
Ren Qian took out his phone and called Ji Shaorong, but no one answered. He turned to the servant and said, "Pick a gift that the girl likes."
This is meant to be given to Bai Zian.
Ren Wanxuan suddenly opened the door. She looked at Ren Qian and said, "Grandpa, go find me the best teacher in Beicheng."
She cannot be compared to Bai Zian.
**
It's about nine o'clock in the evening.
No. 112 Qingshui Street is not closed yet.
Bai Zian came back early to buy milk from a small store. The store manager was sitting on a small bench outside, sharpening a kitchen knife.
She was wearing a blue and white school uniform, her hair was neatly pulled up, and she was holding a notebook in her hand.
When approaching the store.
The store manager stood up with a knife and said, "Xianpian, you came back very early today."
"Well," Bai Zian lazily took a bottle of milk and scanned the QR code to pay with familiarity, "Something happened."
Not far away, pretending to be passers-by, they saw the store manager standing up. Two police officers who had not yet got off work quickly approached and said, "Classmate, you haven't gone back so late?"
He calmly separated Bai Qian from the store manager.
"I'll be back soon." Bai Zian paid the money and looked up and down at the two people, whose temperaments were obviously different from ordinary people.
I remembered Ji Shaorong saying that the police were watching the store manager.
She stuck the straw in, bit the straw and went to wait for Mao Kun in the alley ahead.
Five minutes after Bai Zian left, Mao Kun walked over from the end of Qingshui Street with heavy steps.
The store manager was still sharpening the knife. He squatted in front of the store manager and looked at it for a minute before commenting: "Uncle, your knife is not sharp enough and cannot cut bones quickly. I will bring you a sharp one in two days."
"It's okay." The store manager flashed the knife reflecting the cold.
The two police officers who were about to change their shift took a deep breath.
Bai Qian was waiting for Mao Kun in his usual place, leaning against the wall. His slender white fingers were picking at the straw, and he was pressing the cell phone with his other hand to recite words.
As soon as he saw her, Mao Kun quickened his pace and said, "Sister."
He had something to do these two days, so Bai Qian asked him to come over a day early.
Bai Xian stuffed the phone back into his pocket, tilted his head lazily, with a very relaxed posture, his eyebrows were shrouded in the darkness: "Are you adding sandbags?"
She could see that Mao Kun's limbs were tied with more than a kilogram of sandbags.
"Oh yes," Mao Kun raised his right hand and showed Bai Xian the egg-sized silver-white metal on his wrists and ankles, "I originally used iron, but my godfather said that two pounds of iron is too big, so he gave me
I changed it to this one."
As he said that, he took out a cloth bag and showed Bai Zian the other four metal belongings of the same eldest lady, "I prepared this for you."
Bai Zian felt surprised.
She picked up a piece of metal the size of an egg and weighed it in her hands.
It's obviously only the size of an egg, but weighs two kilograms.
The density is much higher than iron.
Bai Qian has to go to school and it is inconvenient to tie sandbags on her hands, but such a small metal one is fine.
She picked up four pieces of metal and threw them away casually, with a lazy posture, a slight smile on her lips, and nonchalantly complimented: "Very good."
Mao Kun looked at her casually throwing eight pounds of things: "..."
Today, both of his hands were replaced with two kilograms of metal each, and he missed two bites of the food at night.
"Today I'm going to teach you body strength, in conjunction with the boxing technique from last time." Bai Qian shook four pieces of metal at will and taught him the body technique. "Three training positions, the first one is with the left foot in front and the right foot behind."
As she said that, she put her four pieces of metal into his hand, "use it as a long stick, push forward and sweep with your right hand, follow with your right foot, pull back with your right hand, push forward with your left hand..."
Suddenly being pressed by an eight-pound object, Mao Kun's right hand shook.
Bai Zian slowly bent over, holding the milk box in his left hand, pressing the cold corner of the milk box against his right hand, and gently lifted it up.
Mao Kun looked at her lazy face, her dark eyes clearly not offensive, but it made him feel even more stressed.
"Steady." Bai Zian saw that he had stood firm before letting go of the milk carton.
It took him half an hour to learn the three body-strengthening movements today before he could memorize them by heart.
"Sister, am I stupid?" Mao Kun walked her to the door and suddenly asked cautiously on the way.
Bai Qian cut out a word and said without raising his head when he heard the words, "I have a poor memory, but I am very talented in martial arts."
Mao Kun was stunned.
It was the first time someone praised him.
After a long while, he touched his head and said, "Then can I teach Xiaowu and Xiaoqi?"
It's his two followers.
"Okay." In front of him was the courtyard gate. Bai Qian gave him a look and asked him to go back.
She stood at the door of the yard and opened the door without a key.
Two seconds later.
Ji Heng, who was about to pick her up, opened the door and saw someone standing calmly at the door.
Ji Heng was silent for a moment, then turned sideways to let her in, "What are you holding in your hand?"
Seeing her fingertips hooking a bag, he reached out and took it.
His hand sank as soon as he received it, and he almost staggered. Bai Xian quickly supported the person with quick eyes and hands, and raised his head sincerely, "Grandpa, I'll do it."
Then he slowly hooked the bag over with one finger.
It was very relaxed, as if the bag was not eight pounds heavy, but a feather.
Ji Heng: "...?"
"What is this?" He locked the door and looked at her. It was only about the size of four eggs.
So heavy?
"A tool for exercising," Bai Zian took out a small ball from the bag and tilted his head: "Grandpa, do you have a thicker belt? I'll put it on."
Five minutes later.
Ji Heng looked at his weak granddaughter and tied four balls to her hands and feet.
Then she said "good night" to him calmly.
**
Early the next morning.
Bai Qian made an appointment with Jiang He to go to the Xiangcheng Library.
The No. 12 bus on Qingshui Street is very convenient. It runs from the city gate to Qingshui Street to the school to the library. It is an assembly line that almost runs through the entire Xiangcheng.
The library is just next to the school.
From a distance in the car, Bai Zian saw Jiang He squatting by the lamppost opposite the library.
Wearing a small blue shirt and a white vest, he squatted facing the pillar and ignored anyone around him.
Jiang Fuli stood beside him, with a cold face, helping Jiang He restore the broken Rubik's Cube to its three central faces with the same color.
He was wearing a black T-shirt, his cold white fingers seemed to be holding frost and snow, and his long black eyelashes were curled.
He slowly restored the Rubik's Cube with one hand while looking down at him coldly: "Did you squat here all night to restore it with your feet?"
Jiang He didn't want to stay next to him, so he moved to another position and squatted facing the trash can.
"Do you think it's time for you to fit in?" Jiang Fuli sneered.
Jiang He covered his ears with both hands.
opposite.
Ming Dongheng and Bureau Chen stood far away from the black business car, not daring to get close to them.
The nervous Ming Dongheng saw the No. 12 bus arriving. He cheered up. The bus stopped and an aqua figure got off. He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Bureau Chen was smoking with his eyebrows furrowed.
When he saw Bai Xian, he immediately put out his cigarette. Finally knowing what Ming Dongheng was waiting for, he immediately greeted Bai Xian: "Miss Bai."
"Miss Bai," Ming Dongheng also stepped forward. He respectfully handed the small schoolbag in his hand to Bai Jian, "This is the young master's schoolbag. Please give it to him later."
When Jiang Fuli taught Jiang He a lesson, no one in the entire Jiang family dared to approach Dongheng.
Even Jiang Xijue would be affected when he passed by.
Jiang Fuli stayed in the laboratory last night and did not come back.
Jiang He didn't sleep at home alone. In the middle of the night, he ran to the opposite side of the library to wait for Bai Qian. After the Rubik's Cube was broken, he squatted by the pillar, motionless.
Ming Dongheng did not dare to disturb Jiang Fuli, nor did he dare to call Bai Jian.
Jiang Fuli's laboratory involved the handover of detectors. Ming Dongheng knew the importance and stayed with Jiang He here.
Jiang Fuli didn't know Jiang He was here until he came back in the morning.
"Jiang He's?" Bai Qian reached out and took the small backpack with Chinese cabbage printed on it from Ming Dongheng's hand.
Today she was wearing a wide aqua placket top with wide sleeves, a dark green horse mask underneath, and her hair was still tied up with a wooden hairpin.
As soon as he raised his hand, a touch of red and a silver-white metal made of an egg were faintly revealed on his wrist.
"Yes," Ming Dongheng glanced at Jiang Fuli, "If you can, please tell the young master that Bureau Chen will come to him if he has something to do."
Bai Zian walked towards the opposite side.
Director Chen still held the extinguished cigarette in one hand, and he was still staring at the silver-white metal in Bai Jian's hand.
Ming Dongheng frowned and reminded sternly, "Bureau Chen, pay attention to your gaze."
"Ah," Director Chen came back to his senses and looked at Ming Dongheng faintly, "Mr. Ming, don't you think the silver decoration on Miss Bai's hand looks familiar?"
"Does it have anything to do with you?" Ming Dongheng glanced at him gloomily.
"Hey, no," Bureau Chen quickly explained, "Is it such a big piece of iridium? Such a big piece! It must weigh two kilograms! It's still purely natural, not recycled! It's enough to make a rocket engine.
