The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 271 - : 102 Alian’s power, the aloof and hypocritical Young Master Jiang_2
Chapter 271: 102 Alian’s power, the aloof and hypocritical Young Master Jiang_2
Lance was no match for Ji Heng and lit up when he saw Jiang He, asking Ji Heng to step aside so he could play chess with Jiang He.
Jiang He had never played Gomoku before, so Ji Heng, holding his pipe, explained the rules to him.
Three minutes later.
Lance: “…?”
Again.
Two minutes later.
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Lance: “?”
Again.
One minute later.
Lance: “(Smile)”
Jiang He put away the white pieces, finally gaining some confidence.
He sat on the stone bench, prodding his watch, and sent Jiang Fulai a message.
Jiang He first tested the waters with: “,”
On the other side of the phone, Jiang Fulai was still in the lab, and he had to go see Zhang Erbi with Bai Lian tomorrow morning, so he needed to make the most of his time in the lab today.
The labs in B Zone were kept at a constant temperature all year round, and to avoid contaminating the lab, everyone was required to wear a lab coat.
He stood in front of the detector, leaning slightly forward, looking at the dark matter particle mass and scattering cross-section chart on the instrument.
Several people stood behind him, He Wen particularly excited, “The anti-coincidence detection sensitivity is much higher, many international labs have called to inquire about it…”
Jiang Fulai slightly tilted his head, and the cold light reflected off his glasses couldn’t hide his captivating gaze, his long, pale fingers storing away the document He Wen handed him.
Without speaking, he just raised his hand slightly.
The others instantly understood, they could go back now.
The phone lit up; Jiang Fulai picked it up and saw the comma sent by Jiang He.
Jiang Fulai: “?”
Confirming that Jiang Fulai was available, Jiang He snuck a picture at Bai Lian’s place.
Jiang He: “[Photo]”
Jiang He: “,”
Jiang Fulai walked to the D Zone’s rest area while opening the picture. The picture showed a line of neatly arranged characters, but saying it was characters wasn’t exactly accurate.
Seeing this line.
Jiang Fulai stopped in his tracks, and the assistant following behind was startled by the abrupt halt.
They backed away several steps and then sneakily raised their head, covertly observing.
Jiang Fulai tapped lightly on this line of characters.
After a while, he replied to Jiang He unhurriedly—
“Little Wenmang”
“This is a subtractive score.”
Behind him, the assistant peculiarly noted that Young Master Jiang seemed to be in a much better mood, indescribably better, but with a bit more life and warmth than usual.
The inspired assistant said, “Jiangjing University has an international speech, and the research institute is asking if you have time to go back and give a lecture?”
Jiang Fulai tilted his head, dressed in a white lab coat, appearing aloof and responding lightly, “No time.”
After all, he still had to teach an idiot in prison.
If he can’t teach him, Bai Lian might even doubt his teaching ability.
**
The next day.
Early in the morning, Bai Lian got up to find Zhang Shize.
Jiang He was going to Ji Shaojun’s new home with Ji Heng and wasn’t in a rush to get up; he was still lying in bed.
Jiang Fulai’s car arrived on time at the junction of Purest Street.
Bai Lian got in the car, lazily buckling her seatbelt.
There was a faint, cool scent inside the car.
Bai Lian had been writing music scores till nine the previous night, not wanting to disturb the others, so she stopped. The decision to write music scores was spontaneous, taking up more than three hours of her time.
She had her own routine every day, very disciplined, and she only started her daily plans after finishing the score.
Which meant she finished her plans more than three hours later than usual.
It was past three in the morning before she went to bed.
She got up after five.
Because Zhang Shize had to start working at half-past seven, they had to arrive early to begin tutoring.
Jiang Fulai drove steadily, and Bai Lian fell asleep halfway there. She was usually very vigilant, but today, perhaps too exhausted, or maybe she just felt relaxed here.
Jiang Fulai turned the streaming guzheng music in the car down a bit.
When the car slowly stopped in front of the prison gate, Bai Lian hadn’t woken up. Jiang Fulai checked the time, which wasn’t even half-past six yet, so he didn’t call her. He just turned off the engine, opened the window, and turned to look at her earnestly.
It was early, and the morning sun hadn’t even had the chance to show itself, but a breeze swept across her face.
Bai Lian’s hair was carelessly tied up today, and a few stray hairs were gently blown by the wind. A black strand was blown from the side of her face to the tip of her nose, where it stopped and didn’t move, lazily swaying.
Jiang Fulai stared at that strand of hair for a long time—
How dare it challenge me?
Coldly, Young Master Jiang reached out and placed the strand of hair back where it belonged.
When it was almost half-past six, he nonchalantly woke her up.
Zhang Shize felt like Brother Jiang was very approachable today.
He hadn’t scolded him.
He was baffled.
At twenty past seven, Yan Lu was already waiting outside. She had news about “Great Yong” to tell Zhang Shize; they would start shooting next week and she wouldn’t see Zhang Shize for a long time.
