The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 704 - : 279 strong collaboration, master-level arrangement ()
Chapter 704: 279 strong collaboration, master-level arrangement (Chapter 1)
The final battle.
Chen Ye led so many people to evacuate from Xiangcheng, the city, now with only a little over a hundred soldiers, had become an empty husk.
Bai Lian arranged for these people to be stationed at the city gates, beating the drums daily, none of the usual procedures were missing, and they even created a fog of illusion regarding the arrival of food and supplies, mixing the false with the true.
The enemy forces didn’t dare to act rashly for the moment.
The sword hanging over one’s head could only be truly understood by those who had experienced it themselves.
“I need some time,” the dean had previously told Bai Lian with ambition, but when it came to his turn, he feared he would mess up the composition.
He hung up the phone.
The dean turned to ask the sound engineer, “Did you get that recording just now?”
The young girl had never seen the dean so meticulous, “I got it, it’s recorded.”
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“Go get your teacher,” the dean sat in front of the military drum, put on one side of the headphones, listened to the melody, and tried to record a new drum section, then worked on tuning it.
This time he wanted to add piano, bass, and electric guitar to create an atmosphere.
That’s why the dean wasn’t confident in the song by himself, he planned to ask two more people for their opinions.
The young girl, watching the dean’s serious demeanor, suddenly had a guess—could it be that the great god Bai Jian had released a new song!
She was somewhat excited, although the song just now didn’t quite match Yan Lu’s usual style, but then again, Yan Lu never had a fixed style. Suppressing her excitement, she quickly opened the door to go find her teacher.
Meanwhile, the dean’s phone rang, an old acquaintance asking if he was taking on any new composition projects, “It’s for Teacher Shi, also an old artist, someone from the drama theatre asked me to contact you.”
“Composition?” The dean had little patience for these things now, only saying, “I’m not taking any composition work at the moment.”
After composing for Bai Lian, all other composition work felt flavorless.
The dean found it hard to be interested, he hung up the phone and set it to silent mode.
**
After the song was sent to the dean, Bai Lian’s busy spell of composing came to an end.
She bound the printed papers she had written into a book and walked outside to don her cotton-padded jacket, then stretched out to grab the cloak hanging on the nearby rack, descending the stairs.
It was Wednesday, but already last week Tongfeng had arranged for the students to collectively enter the laboratory, with only one full class in the morning and group activities in Jiang University’s various labs in the afternoon.
Bai Lian and Ning Xiao and the others were assigned to the best laboratory this time, Professor Sun Fu’s Plasma Research Laboratory.
Room 103.
Lance was trying on clothes, having rented the seventh floor of Building 5.
A crow-black cloak, a dark grey cotton robe—Ji Heng had restrained himself, but the crow-black cloak was still meticulously embroidered with an assortment of colored peonies.
It had a strong design aesthetic.
Bai Lian found it a bit too gaudy for the eyes.
Lance adored this cloak, wearing it over a simple shirt even indoors.
“This is for her,” Ji Heng handed a white bag to Bai Lian, “I finished it this morning.”
As the heating was on and the doors and windows were closed, Ji Heng didn’t smoke in the main hall, generally only smoking with Lance in the sunroom of the courtyard.
In the bag was a long down coat that Ji Heng had made for Yang Lin. Yang Lin hadn’t left Xiangcheng since she arrived in the summer, bringing only a thin suitcase with her, and Jiangjing was cold. In a couple of days, snow was expected, and the temperature would drop even further.
At the beginning of the month, Ji Heng had planned to make her a warm, long down coat.
Without the neighbored embroideress to help him in Jiangjing, Ji Heng still managed to finish it before the snowfall.
Yang Lin was in the open laboratory of the Biology Building.
Bai Lian and Tang Ming had come here to find Yang Lin before, and several senior sisters and brothers in the lab recognized them. Seeing Bai Lian, they greeted her warmly, “Yang Lin is in the third-floor lab, junior sister, you can go straight to find her.”
The laboratory building also had heating.
Wearing a white cotton-padded jacket with a crabapple-red cloak over it, Bai Lian removed the hood of her cloak, smiled at the other party, her eyes gleaming, her presence as fresh as a rainy spring on begonias, “Thank you, Liu senior sister.”
It was only after she had gone that the girl grabbed the sleeve of the person beside her, in utter disbelief, “She actually remembered my name!”
**
Third floor.
The laboratory was at the end of the hall, with the door ajar.
As Bai Lian approached, she could hear Yang Lin’s voice. Wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, she faced away from the door, hands together in a prayer-like pose, addressing a petri dish, “Bacteria lord, I beg of you, please survive. You are the last bacteria strain that Teacher Xia gave me, please…”
She bowed at a 90-degree angle very respectfully.
Bai Lian: “…”
She unfastened her cloak, stood at the doorway for a moment in thought, then silently went back downstairs.
