The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 639 - : 252 strong subordinates have no weak soldiers, oppressive feeling (first update)_2
Chapter 639: 252 strong subordinates have no weak soldiers, oppressive feeling (first update)_2
It was mainly Tang Ming and Ning Xiao.
Chi Yundai walked at the back, glancing at Zhang Shize standing beside. The defiant, bloodshot-eyed yet unyielding appearance of Zhang Shize during their first encounter in detention was vivid in his mind.
“Are you starting school tomorrow?” Chi Yundai asked him.
Zhang Shize nodded, then asked Chi Yundai in a low voice, “Do you think I can now get into the University of Political Science and Law?”
The two had already stepped out of the Yunxiao Hotel.
The sun shone obliquely through the gap between the Yunxiao Hotel and the surrounding buildings, casting a hazy glow on the youth’s figure. Despite everything he’d been through that year, his sharpness remained unblunted.
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Having gone through so much, Zhang Shize’s mentality remained stable, a testament to his strong psyche.
Chi Yundai was silent for a moment, “I believe in you.”
This sudden praise baffled Zhang Shize, making him think that Teacher Chi had drunk too much. So he turned around and went to talk with Bai Lian and Ning Xiao.
Having drunk alcohol, Chi Yundai did not drive but stood waiting for the designated driver to arrive. His gaze followed the group including Bai Lian and Zhang Shize; he knew Zhang’s background well, how he had scraped by indifferently with abysmal grades for many years.
Zhang Shize was not like the prodigies Chi Yundai had met before.
He was like someone wielding a rust-covered Longsword, reluctantly blundering through life.
Most people would perish on this nameless journey.
But Zhang Shize—
Chi Yundai watched the girl in the white T-shirt next to him, who lazily listened to Zhang Shize speaking. With someone to guide him, Zhang Shize would eventually shed the rust from his Longsword.
The designated driver arrived, and Chi Yundai got into the back seat.
He watched the group in the rearview mirror.
From Yan Lu, who was initially surrounded by negative publicity, to Yang Lin…
This was the first time Chi Yundai had such a direct realization of the energy of Bai Lian’s core team, these young people. No one was holding them back, not even Zhang Shize, who seemed the most out of step.
**
Shanhai Apartment.
Xinjie was already downstairs waiting five minutes ahead of time.
She held a stack of photos of Yan Lu, standing downstairs with Ahuang beside her, surveying the nearby scenery, “Does Sister Lu’s friend live here?”
As the two had walked over, they encountered quite a few Jiang University students, which made Ahuang feel pressured.
Xinjie nodded, her gaze fixed on the end of the road.
Soon, two cars arrived one after the other, a van and a Volkswagen.
Xinjie immediately noticed Bai Lian getting out of the van’s passenger seat and took a step forward to greet her first, “Miss Bai.”
From the driver’s seat, Jiang Fulai pulled out the car keys and bent over to get out.
He had a carefree air about him.
Xinjie instinctively stood up straight and greeted him.
“Yan Lu asked us to deliver the photographs,” Xinjie said as she flipped through the stack of photos.
“Sister Lu is so nice,” Pu Xiaohan hopped down from the back seat and explained to Bai Lian, “I asked Sister Lu for two signed photos because both my roommates are hardcore fans of hers.”
How popular was Yan Lu now?
Even at Jiang University, pick any ten people, and five of them would be casual fans of hers.
Bai Lian nodded, glancing at the photos in Xinjie’s hands and thought to herself that later she should get one for Kong Wei and Yu Simin too, as both of them were hardcore fans of Yan Lu.
The kind who would curse at Jiang University’s internet for not getting her album.
“The list of nominees for the Hua Qu Award came out,” seeing Bai Lian, Xinjie naturally brought up this topic, “For best composer, lyricist, arranger; several songs are shortlisted. Have you spoken with Dean Jian about it?”
She looked at Bai Lian, the organizers surely hoped that both Bai Lian and Dean Jian would attend.
The influence of the Hua Qu Music Award isn’t as great as it used to be, but if someone like Dean Jian, an industry titan, appeared alongside the composition god who arranged music personally, their combined influence certainly wouldn’t be any less than Yan Lu’s, and could also set off a new trend in the Chinese music scene.
Xinjie couldn’t help but think that such a scene would be a rare spectacle in the entertainment industry.
“I don’t know,” Bai Lian said lazily as she looked at the sun umbrella in Ji Heng’s courtyard, “We’ll see about the timing.”
Nowadays, there were hardly any outsiders in the building where Bai Lian lived.
Yan Lu got out of the car wearing a long coat and a fisherman’s hat, which didn’t attract anyone else’s attention.
In this group of Bai Lian’s, her presence wasn’t the most outstanding. Not to mention Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai, even Ning Xiao had a unique charm, the aura of academic elites was too strong among them.
Especially Jiang Fulai, just as Zhang Shize had described long ago, just one look at him could make you doubt your own intellect.
Zhang Shize himself was once the heartthrob of Xiangcheng No.1 High School, and the year’s experience had honed a noticeable aura around him.
“Okay.” Xinjie sighed as she watched them, she chose not to follow them in and disturb them.
It wasn’t until after they had entered the building that Ahuang dared to speak up, “Xinjie, who’s that guy who was walking next to Lu Jie? Quite handsome. Is he a new face entering the entertainment industry?”
He had seen Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai before, but this was his first time seeing Zhang Shize.
He didn’t dare to ask one thing, it seemed like he saw Yan Lu walking very close to that guy.
“A newcomer? I wish I could sign him,” Xinjie got back in the car and, upon hearing this, laughed, “but to vie with the University of Political Science and Law for talent, Chi Lu is probably not going to let our entertainment industry off the hook that easily.”
After “Come Here Friend”, Chi Yundai rapidly became popular online.
Even if he didn’t show up in public, netizens dug up his impressive achievements on their own.
The International Lawyers Group was led by Chi Yundai, his law firm was in a league of its own.
Ahuang got into the driver’s seat and started the car, still confused, “What does this have to do with Chi Lu?”
Xinjie leaned back in her seat and spoke at an unhurried pace, “That’s the apprentice Chi Lu has his eye on.”
Ahuang: “…”
He looked in the rearview mirror, “Are they all that incredible?”
More than that.
Xinjie inwardly clicked her tongue, the group included four high-achieving students from Jiang University and one from Media University who secretly had sixty million followers and countless official collaborations on their accounts.
**
In the office of the Physics building at Jiang University, several professors were grading the morning exam papers.
Zhou Wenqing stood to the side with a teacup, waiting for them to produce the results. The matter of Tongfeng class quota was not to be taken lightly; they had to discuss the performance outcomes each year before finalizing the quotas.
This year was no exception.
He taught General Physics, and he wasn’t sure about most of the questions, so he just stood there watching the professors discuss the scores.
Math and physics combined had eight problems, each worth fifty points, totaling four hundred.
Most students scored around 240, with the occasional 290 considered a high score.
Zhou Wenqing watched the scores being written down, “Math 171? Over 150, let me see… Liang Wuyu, I knew it was him. With physics, he should be over 300.”
When they heard 171, several professors came over to look, “As expected of someone admitted to the lab in advance, 171, that’s about the score the Tongfeng class kids get.”
“What about Bai Lian? Where’s her paper?” someone else remembered another student with high expectations.
A few people around began to look.
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Across the way, a professor grading calculus, stared at the answer sheet in his hand, slightly stunned. The handwriting was neat, the exam sheet clean and attractive. He had been grading this question for a while and knew the steps and logic very well; a quick glance was enough to tell that the student had made no mistakes.
Despite the orderly handwriting, he felt an overwhelming pressure emanating from it.
