035 Be reserved and uncompetitive, a garbage picker
Ji Shaorong has always been a transparent person in the Ren family.
I rarely come to Ren's old house. He is quiet and elegant, a scholar and a proud man.
There is almost no sense of presence in Ren's family.
Ren Qian was dissatisfied with this marriage and paid little attention to his son-in-law until he had this granddaughter who satisfied him.
Ji Shaorong only approached Ren Qian once seven years ago about Ji Shaojun.
This is the first time in so many years that a sitting family member has spoken like this.
Even Ren Qian was very surprised by his attitude.
"Okay," Ren Jiawei picked up the cigarette case on the table, took out a cigarette, lowered her head and lit it, "Dad, you have to admit that your skills are inferior to others. It's not that I look down on them both."
Ren Wanxuan looked up at Ren Jiawei and bit her lip: "Mom..."
"Forget it," Ren Qian stopped expressing his position and stood up, "Wan Xuan will go to Wanhe Building with us first. Your teacher is about to arrive."
He didn't take Ren Jiawei there.
After everyone leaves.
Ji Shaorong took out a medicine box from his coat pocket and poured out two pills. Ren Jiawei poured him a glass of water and frowned: "Don't worry about this matter. You also know that my father has always been in charge of Wan Xuan."
Ren Wanxuan is the only descendant of the Ren family. She was taken in by the Secretary-General and given to Ren Qian to train from birth.
They couldn't get involved at all.
When the two of them faced each other, the secretary-general looked at them lightly, then turned around and went out.
"I regret giving Wan Xuan to your father." Ji Shaorong put down the water glass and pressed it between his eyebrows.
"Don't think about it, but..." Ren Jiawei sat down again. She looked at Ji Shaorong, thoughtfully: "Bai Qian is quite similar to your Ji family, but Wan Xuan is nothing like you."
"Don't say that again, don't mention it again if you want to cultivate Xianpian, she won't be willing." Ji Shaorong swallowed the medicine, put the medicine box away, and shook his head: "And if Wan Xuan hears it, she will make trouble again. .”
He had a feeling that Ren Wanxuan was very hostile to Bai Qian.
But there is clearly no conflict between the two of them.
"Okay, okay, I haven't said it in front of other people." Ren Jiawei made a gesture of surrender, "But your niece really doesn't want to... Okay, don't mention it."
**
Twelve o'clock, private room in Wanhe Building.
Chen Zhu and Chen Gang were also there.
The head teacher of Class 8 is a teacher who was transferred to No. 1 Middle School. Anyone who is rich and powerful in Xiangcheng will transfer their children to his class.
Chen Gang and Ren Qian were very polite to him.
"Did Bai Qian give the quota to Tang Ming?" Hearing this news from Ren Qian and Chen Gang, the head teacher of Class 8 was no less surprised than Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan.
This is the quota for the Jiangjing University Preparatory Camp.
Even if you really don't want Bai Qian, you can fetch it at least tens of millions on the black market.
but--
It was Bai Zian who did this.
The head teacher of Class 8 felt that this was something she could do.
"That's right, classmate Bai Qian has always been such a person. He doesn't bully the darkroom, but he keeps his integrity." The head teacher of Class 8 sighed, that's how Bai Qian was in his eyes.
Be reserved and uncompetitive.
Bright but not dazzling.
He really spoke highly of Bai Zian.
Ren Qian and Chen Gang looked at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes. Their eighth class teacher was a truly wise and knowledgeable person.
They were very relieved to leave their descendants in his hands.
I have hosted banquets several times, but I have never heard him praise someone so much.
His highest praise for Chen Zhu was his intelligence.
"To be honest, she is my son-in-law's niece," Ren Qian said with a smile. He could see that the head teacher liked Bai Xian very much, so he said to Ren Wanxuan, "Wanxuan, you should learn more about how to behave from your cousin. reason."
Ren Wanxuan couldn't hold back her words from the beginning of the class teacher's speech. Later, Ren Qian actually told the class teacher that Bai Qian was her cousin!
Especially...
He also asked her to learn from Bai Zian.
How smart she is, she has already guessed Ren Qian's thoughts.
Ren Wanxuan held the chopsticks and still controlled herself to make the most perfect gesture.
He stood up and apologized, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I was too impulsive."
"I hope you can listen to what I say." The head teacher of Class 8 raised his glass to her and drank the glass of wine.
Then he politely said goodbye to Ren Qian, neither humble nor overbearing, "Mr. Ren, Mr. Chen, I still have courses to prepare for, so I'll take the first step."
Wait until people leave.
Chen Gangcai asked Ren Qian: "I didn't expect Lao Ji's niece to be so powerful. Have you ever asked her who she studied under?"
"I don't know." Ren Qian knew very little about the quiet and ordinary Ji family.
The secretary-general was on the side, humbly pouring sake for the two of them, "Sir, why didn't you ask Teacher Li just now to ask Bai Zian to transfer the quota to Miss Wanxuan or Master Chen Zhu?"
Chen Gang picked up the wine glass, drank lightly with his eyes lowered, and said nothing.
Silently support the secretary's idea.
He didn't know much about the Ji family, but in his eyes, the Ji family were no different from passers-by.
"We can't control Teacher Li." Ren Qian thought of Ren Jiawei and Ji Shaorong again and pressed his temples: "Don't mention this matter again."
The secretary-general stood aside and listened, with a gloomy expression.
Disperse.
Ren Qian went to handle work, and the secretary-general sent Ren Wanxuan back.
When he got to the car, the secretary-general looked at the rearview mirror and said, "Miss, you have to get out of your castle, and you have to get the passive cheese back by yourself. You are like that mouse now, but I think you can Become chirp."
**
Four o'clock in the afternoon.
Jiang Fuli's residence.
Director Chen is still waiting for the two of them to get up.
The cell phone rang. It was from a subordinate stationed in Xiangcheng. He quickly picked it up and walked outside before speaking: "Tell me."
The voice on the other side said respectfully, "Sir, Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School said that the school anniversary will be in a few days. Do you want to go?"
The Chen family has always attached great importance to Xiangcheng.
Funds are allocated to Xiangcheng every year to protect the safety of Xiangcheng, although most of the funds come from the Jiang family...
Therefore, even though Xiangcheng is located on the edge of several countries, there are many prisoners.
After all, no one dared to cross Qingshui Street and cause trouble.
In addition to Xiangcheng's defense, another part of the resources was given to Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.
This year, there was a student left in Xiangcheng who had good grades. The Chen family reported it and asked Academician Ma to get a place in the preparatory camp for Xiangcheng.
Every year when there is a celebration in Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, people stationed in Xiangcheng are invited.
Bureau Chen was also there this year, so his subordinates called to ask Bureau Chen if he wanted to go and watch.
"Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School?" Director Chen paused when he heard it was Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School. He calculated the time and said, "Let me check the schedule."
Wang Youfeng didn't find him, so he was in no mood.
"The principal of No. 1 Middle School said that there is a student in their school named Liang Ti who has done well in writing this year." His subordinates obviously understand Chen Ju very well.
The Chen family, especially the old man, prefers Liang Ti and young people who can play the guzheng.
It would be even better if you can play "White Clothes", so in the Guzheng Association, almost everyone can play this song, but not many can play it completely.
As soon as these words came out, Director Chen obviously hesitated, "Really? Then I'd like to go take a look."
Finally there was the sound of movement upstairs.
Director Chen quickly hung up the phone, walked into the hall and looked at the wooden stairs.
Jiang Fuli slowly came downstairs. He had just taken a shower, and his semi-dry hair was slightly damp. He was only wearing a black silk nightgown with a tie in the middle. He held the computer with his cold white fingers.
"Young Master Jiang." Director Chen lowered his voice.
"Yeah." Jiang Fuli sat on the sofa and turned on the computer.
The servant served a simple meal.
Director Chen sat down cautiously, "Someone saw Wang Youfeng at Qinglong Bar. I have sent someone to stay there."
"Bar?" Jiang Fuli browsed the papers submitted by his team members and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Mr. Jiang has never been to a bar in his whole life.
Bureau Chen thought for a while: "I'm waiting for Mr. Ming to get up. Let's go explore the way first. Mr. Ming wants to go to the fighting arena to find Teacher Zhu. Tongpa puts too much pressure on them."
Jiang Fuli hummed, closed the computer, turned around and pulled out a black card from the drawer and handed it to Director Chen.
Director Chen's eyes lit up and he quickly took it with both hands.
"By the way," Bureau Chen remembered that Bai Qian was wearing the uniform of Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School last time, "There will be a school anniversary at Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School next week. Do you want to go and watch the ceremony?"
Jiang Fuli picked up his chopsticks and ate slowly, "I don't have time."
"Okay." Director Chen nodded.
Didn't Miss Bai actually have a show?
He thought Miss Bai would have a show.
But yes, Bai Qian is just like Jiang Fuli. Who do you think has the courage to ask Jiang Fuli to perform?
Don't you want to die?
**
library.
At noon, Bai Qian and Lu Xiaohan went to the opposite side to eat hot pot.
Lu Xiaohan only persisted for one morning. After finishing the hot pot, he had to go home to watch dramas.
Before leaving, she deliberately squatted next to Jiang He and said with a smile: "By the way, Brother Xiaoniao, our school anniversary next Wednesday will have your sister Bai Qian's show. Remember to watch it when you have time."
Jiang He said nothing, but slowly raised his head and glanced at Lu Xiaohan.
Lu Xiaohan probably knew that Jiang He might have personality problems and didn't care.
After saying that, she stood up again and said to Bai Xian: "If your family has time, you must ask them to come over and take a look, otherwise it would be a shame."
Bai Qian didn't know if Ji Heng had time.
But Ji Shaojun definitely doesn't have time, he has to teach students.
"Okay." Bai Zian lazily took out his headphones.
Jiang He followed Bai Qian, silently writing down the time.
"What is your account number?" Back in the library, Tang Ming remembered Bai Qian's Jiangjing Preparatory Camp account number and lowered his voice.
Ning Xiao also raised his head.
Bai Qian leaned back, crossed her legs, and tapped the table lazily with her fingertips, "Pick it up for Bai."
"Sister Bai?" Tang Ming thought it was a bit cool.
Bai Zian glanced at Jiang He and curled up the corner of his mouth, "Baizhi, the garbage collector."
Ginger crane has a very low head.
He took out the dictionary with an expressionless face.
With a "clatter" sound, I started to flip through the pages.
Picking up trash?
Tang Ming didn't dare to ask any more questions and silently took out his mobile phone to search for "Bai Xian". No wonder he couldn't find Bai Xian's name.
Ning Xiao also took out his mobile phone.
This time the account name is correct, Tang Ming can find it with just one search——
Account name: Bai Jian
Points this month: 0
"Sister, haven't you started solving the questions yet? The explanations are so awesome," Tang Ming lowered his voice, "There are also video explanations, which are really worth watching..."
But when he got points, he only had a few hundred points this month. Tang Ming had already noticed how big the gap was between him and the others here.
As he spoke, he glanced back casually.
Total points: 0
Followers: 1
Number of fans——1258
…?
Tang Ming almost lost his voice, "Hey, it's not——"
Bai Qian opened a page of the book, raised his head, his posture was lazy, and his light expression was very oppressive.
Tang Ming swallowed the words that came to his lips.
**
Monday, morning.
Bai Zian finished a Chinese class, lazily leaning on the desk with one hand, and took out the biology book with the other hand and flipped through a page.
She lowered her eyes, and her fingers seemed to be soaked in white jade in the morning light.
I just happened to see the structure diagram of Paramecium.
She couldn't help it and suddenly laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" Lu Xiaohan, who was stunned, came back to his senses and was confused, "Mama Lu is calling you outside."
After Bai Qian went out, Lu Xiaohan stared at her biology book.
It’s just a structural diagram of a paramecium. It looks like a straw insole. How funny is it?
Outside, Lu Lingxi was teaching a group of boys.
Seeing Bai Qian, she calmed down.
"Teacher Li is looking for you," Lu Lingxi took the test paper and pointed to the second floor, "The office is downstairs."
Bai Zian raised her eyebrows, she nodded and turned to go to the second floor.
The head teacher of Class 8 was sitting in the office, wearing glasses and writing lesson plans. When he looked up and saw Bai Qian, he smiled, and his serious face softened: "Classmate Bai."
"Teacher." Bai Qian lowered his eyes, wearing his school uniform obediently.
The long eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow on the eyelids.
"I heard that you gave your place to Tang Ming," the head teacher of Class 8 pondered for a moment before saying, "This opportunity is rare. Can you tell me what you are thinking?"
Bai Zian said nothing.
He took out his phone openly and showed him a blue app on the phone.
Class 8 teacher: "..."
ok, he also understands.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and he was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry.
Then he handed her a chemistry notebook: "Okay, let's go back."
"Thank you, teacher." Bai Qian took the chemistry notebook with both hands.
When she left, the head teacher of Class 8 was still looking at Bai Qian's tall and thin figure.
I was amazed.
If the Ren family didn't tell anyone, who would have known that this girl was a relative of the Ren family.
At the door, Ren Wanxuan, who was about to come in, missed Chen Zhu and Bai Xian. Chen Zhu glanced at Bai Xian more.
Then go get your homework.
"Ren Wanxuan, I have something to say to you." The head teacher of Class 8 dropped his smile slightly, his posture not as relaxed as in front of Bai Qian. He straightened his expression, "There will be a gentleman coming on the day of the school anniversary.
You have to work with the principal to receive me at that time, and spend more time practicing calligraphy in the past two days."
There are quite a few people in the school who know how to do Liangti.
Even Chen Zhu can do it.
But none of them are as good as Ren Wanxuan.
A big shot in the school?
That could only be the Chen family in Jiangjing.
Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu looked at each other, and they both thought of Mr. Chen, whom they had met once.
But since then, Chen Gang has not been able to invite the other party.
Today, Ren Wanxuan seemed to be less aloof than before. She nodded, "Teacher, I understand."
This is a major event in the school. The head teacher of Class 8 looked at Ren Wanxuan, thinking about her good calligraphy, and softened her expression, "Wanxuan, you are a smart child, and the teacher hopes that you will become better."
Ren Wanxuan bowed her head and thanked her.
Suddenly she spoke with some grievance, "When you asked me to disclose my answers to the training class, I didn't agree, but I didn't see Bai Zian give her answers to us. Teacher, you are being too unfair to me."
Why is she a frog in the well, while Bai Qian is a chastity?
"Ren Wanxuan," the head teacher of Class 8 looked at her for a while before speaking: "How do you know she didn't give you the answer?"