Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning Chapter 201

Chapter 201 Chapter 201 The sky is rising, a gift

The demeanor shown by Bai Qian almost made Sister Xin think that they were the same age.

When she heard Bai Zian talking about the college entrance examination, she vaguely realized that Bai Zian was only a senior in high school and still needed to take the college entrance examination.

After hearing this, Sister Xin only said seriously: "You will definitely ride the wind and waves, and the blue clouds will rise straight."

 She hung up the phone and stood there blankly.

Beside him, Yan Lu, who was turning over the script, raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Lu was going to work in a new costume drama. After she tried to dress up, she dyed her haze-blue hair back to black in order to make it easier to wear a wig.

"Miss Bai said that the new song has been sent to Dean Jian," Wang Xin came back to her senses. She put down her phone and looked at Yan Lu, "Also, she is going to retreat to prepare for the college entrance examination. It is said online that Ning Xiao has a good chance of getting into the National Top School. 10. Yan Lu, do you remember that classmate Ning Xiao often asked Miss Bai questions."

Yan Lu pressed the script in his hand and said, "Yes."

"That means Miss Bai may have better grades than him..." Wang Xin turned her eyes to the window.

Having been together for so long, Sister Xin knows the attitude of Ning Xiao and his group towards Bai Qian.

 Like her and Yan Lu, respect comes from the heart.

On Ning Xiao alone, netizens have opened many posts to discuss hot topics. If Bai Qian is added to the list, there may be two students in the top ten in the country in Xiangcheng.

It is not unusual for ten students like this to appear in Jiangjing, but now we are in Xiangcheng.

 The level of rarity is like finding two gold ingots in the desert.

Wang Xin feels that this year's college entrance examination will definitely be much more lively than in previous years.

“Your Xiangcheng city is really going to be lively, and there are so many talented people coming out,” Wang Xin sighed from the bottom of his heart, and then thought of another thing: “Do you know that strawberry ice cream?”

Yan Lu frowned. She knew that this was the person who set the pace in the first place.

"She has become very popular these days. After losing her fandom, she became a big fan of Miss Bai." Wang Xin was also surprised. "I established a fan support club for Miss Bai, but she is still a negative fan."

Yan Lu: “…”

 This is normal. Yan Lu has no representative works. Compared with professional singers, her singing skills are average.

The song's success is entirely due to Bai Qian and Dean Jian.

 The next day.

 After school in the afternoon, Bai Qian and Wen Qi's group just arrived at Zhang's house and saw Zhang's father, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, carrying flower pots.

Seeing this group of students, Zhang's father put down the flower pot: "I have nothing to do in the past two months. During the break, you should prepare well to study for the college entrance examination. After the college entrance examination, I will treat you to a big dinner!"

As he spoke, he took out a bunch of fruit and gave it to a group of students.

 It was thanks to these students that he was out during the time, otherwise he would really be worried about Zhang Ma being alone at home.

"Okay, uncle." Wen Qi took the watermelon and leaned next to Bai Qian, looking curiously at Dad Zhang, who was carrying a bonsai as tall as a person, "The good man's father is really awesome, carrying such a heavy flower pot with one hand.

 He was very amazed.

Others nodded. Bai Qian looked at the calluses on Zhang's father's hands and took a bite of the watermelon without saying anything.

 When Zhang's father comes back, students in Class 15 will no longer have to go to Zhang's house to check in every day.

Bai Zian and Lu Xiaohan went back to the milk tea shop to do their homework.

 Some people have a lot of money and expand the milk tea store. At this point, many students study questions in the milk tea store.

Jian Zhe sat next to Bai Zian and listened to Bai Zian revising his article.

"Knowing its name and imitating it...the description here is broad and empty," she outlined the article written by Jian Zhe, and the tip of her pen pointed at the sentence he wrote: "Confucianism on the outside and law on the inside, Taoism is not empty, it maintains balance. Ming Ru secretly said."

In just a few months, Jian Zhe's impetuousness disappeared. Now he could not only read a boring biography all night long, but also discuss it with Bai Qian.

 The two of them were talking.

At the table next to him, the academic Tang Ming finally couldn't hold it back and whispered to Lu Xiaohan, "Brother Jian is going to take the public examination in the future, right?"

 There have always been many people in the calligraphy association who are engaged in politics.

Although Tang Ming is a scholar, he is also good at liberal arts. He also knows a thing or two about what the two of them discuss every day.

“Don't you think Sister Qian is more powerful?” Lu Xiaohan hit the nail on the head.

“Same.” Tang Ming remembered that the teacher in the liberal arts class was wandering in front of the door of Class 15 when he had nothing to do, and was caught several times by the dean.

After Bai Qian and Jian Zhe discussed it, Jian Zhe remembered something and reported to her: "The June Book Association rating is in Beicheng, around the 10th."

Qiu Xuezheng was already preparing materials, but Bai Zian's college entrance examination was about to take place, so he did not disturb Bai Zian.

Bai Zian estimated the time. It happened to be after the college entrance examination, so she also had time.

 The message from Dean Jian just came over: [[recording.mp3]]

 Dean Jian: 【Retreat? 】

He spoke concisely and concisely. He probably heard Sister Xin say that she would no longer consider new songs before the college entrance examination.

Bai Zian wrote a line of words, then took out his earphones and connected them to Bluetooth to listen to Dean Jian's arrangement.

Her song this time has a different style from her previous ones, it's more of a Chinese style—

 "Cold Shixu".

Dean Jian played a pipa solo at the beginning, with the curtain half rolled up, simple, calm and exotic. The first second made Bai Zian see the picture of yellow sand and withered bones.

 She listened for a while before remembering to reply to Dean Jian.

 The other end of the cell phone.

Dean Jian looked at this "1" and felt the same helplessness as Jiang Fuli for the first time.

Dean Jian sent a message directly to Jian Zhe, asking him about Bai Zian. Jian Zhe told him honestly about Bai Zian's movements. Apart from studying, he just studied, and everything had to wait until after the college entrance examination.

 As for after the college entrance examination…

Bai Zian will go to Beicheng first. Dean Jian: […]

 Dean Jian: […When will you go to Beicheng? 】

Jian Zhe: [Calligraphers Association assessment, we should leave on the 9th]

 Dean Jian: 【Got it】

Jian Zhe looked at Dean Jian's reply and scratched his head. What did he mean by going to Beicheng?

 Three days later.

 Afternoon, Jiangjing.

The postal boy parked his bicycle at the entrance of Changping Street. He put his feet on the ground, looked up at the ancient and solemn ancient buildings on both sides, and then lowered his head to confirm the address on the broken box in his hand.

 No. 29, Changping Street.

He hesitantly rode the car onto the road, and finally stopped in front of the Guangliang gate. In front of the gate was a pair of two-meter-high stone lions, which looked calm and majestic.

 Two security guards stood at the door.

As soon as the Postal Service parked the car cautiously, one of the security guards came over from a distance, "Hello, do you have a courier from our third young master?"

 The boy handed the tattered express box at the back to the security guard.

The security guard took it hesitantly and looked down at the address bar above. The handwriting was neat and beautiful. His eyes fell on the recipient's name -

 Xu Nanjing.

 It does belong to the third young master.

Looking forward, the name on the sender is two words—

white?

The security guard couldn't think of any family that was close to the Xu family whose surname was Bai.

He went back with the tattered cardboard box and happened to meet Xu Jueming coming out of the house. He quickly took off his hat and said, "Second Master."

Xu Jueming was wearing a long gown, nodded slightly, and his eyes fell on the box in his hand.

 The security guard quickly explained, "This is the third young master's express delivery. I am preparing to deliver it to him."

 Xu Nanjing's?

Xu Jueming stretched out his hand, and the security guard handed over the express.

Xu Jueming looked down at the sender and his eyes fell on the place where it was sent.

Seeing that it was from Xiangcheng, Xu Jueming threw the box back without looking at it again.

The security guard breathed a sigh of relief. He also knew about the Xu family's overt and secret fights and couldn't afford to offend anyone. There was nothing he could do if Xu Jueming insisted on seeing Xu Nanjing's express delivery.

 In front, Xu Jueming walked up the steps and talked to the people around him, "There is no such thing on the black market?"

"The CIA people have investigated and found that before the invitation was sent out, it was divided up by those in the international circle," the man lowered his voice and explained, "The leaked invitation was bought by someone as soon as it arrived on the black market, but you There's no need to worry, I heard there's no news from the Third Young Master either…”

 Jiangjing Si Jing Club.

The threshold of the clubhouse was high. This was Qi Shuyun's first time in such a place. She followed Liu Shuhe into the private room. There was a large space inside the private room, with men and women sitting together.

 Some people were playing cards, and some were talking about things.

 But most people looked at the innermost sofa absentmindedly.

There was a young man sitting over there. He took off his coat and was only wearing a light blue sweatshirt. He was leaning on the sofa and holding a tattered-looking cardboard box casually with his fingers.

“Young Master Xiao.” Liu Shuhe greeted Xiao Bingwen from the front and introduced Qi Shuyun beside him, “This is the daughter of one of my former teachers.”

The game was saved by Xiao Bingwen. He also held a pair of small scissors in his hand and walked with wind.

He stopped for a moment when Liu Shuhe was talking to him and nodded towards Liu Shuhe, "Xu Feng, take Miss Liu and the others to have some fun."

Then he immediately walked over to Xu Nanjing.

 Xu Feng stood up from the pile of cards and came to receive Liu Shuhe and Liu Shuhe while chewing a cigarette.

Seeing Qi Shuyun looking around the corner, Xu Feng smiled: "You two ladies, my ancestor has been in a bad mood recently, so don't provoke him."

 As he spoke, Qi Shuyun gathered up his coat and looked away.

 I thought to myself, who is this?

in the corner.

 Xu Nanjing lowered his head and slowly observed the cardboard box that had just been delivered by the Xu family, slightly silent.

“She hasn't seen her teacher for several days.” Xiao Bingwen looked at the cardboard box in Xu Nanjing's hand.

“Forget it, let's give the old man a birthday gift,” Xu Nanjing clicked her tongue. The auction was in two days, and it was too late to find time now.

Xiao Bingwen handed the scissors to Xu Nanjing casually, "What are you doing?"

He stared at the tattered express delivery in Xu Nanjing's hand, feeling very uncomfortable when the paper box wrapped with tape appeared in his hand.

“The specialty that sister Azian gave me is so light. Is there really something inside?” Xu Nanjing looked at the two-layered cardboard box and took the scissors he handed over.

 Xu Nanjing was different from Jiang Fuli in that he could not adjust the route so easily, so he flew away from Beicheng.

Mr. Xu was in a hurry. He was in a hurry to catch the plane and did not have time to say goodbye to Bai Qianjiang Fuli. He only said to the two of them on WeChat.

"Did she write this?" Xiao Bingwen looked down at the neat handwriting and smiled: "I have never thought your name has been so neat."

 He thought it was something important, but it turned out to be a courier from Bai Zian.

 Xiao Bingwen withdrew his gaze and poured himself a drink leisurely.

 I'm not very curious anymore.

Xu Nanjing slowly cut a slit along the edge.

 (End of this chapter)

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