Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

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 clouds will rise straight."

She hung up the phone and stood there blankly.

Next to him, Yan Lu, who was flipping the script, raised his head and said, "What's wrong?"

Yan Lu was going to work in a new costume drama. After she tried dressing 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.

After being together for so long, Sister Xin knew the attitude of Ning Xiao and his group towards Bai Qian.

Like Yan Lu, she respects her from the bottom of her heart.

For 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's not unusual for there to be ten students like this in Jiang Jing, but this is Xiangcheng.

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 masterpieces. Compared with professional singers, her singing skills are average.

The popularity of the song depends entirely on Bai Qian and Dean Jian.

**

The next day.

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

Seeing this group of students, Dad Zhang 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 fruits and gave them to a group of students.

During the time he was out, it was thanks to these students, otherwise he would really not worry 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 one person, "The good man's father is really awesome, carrying such a heavy flower pot with one hand.

He was 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 don't have to go to Zhang's house to check in every day.

Bai Qian 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 Pian and listened to Bai Pian revising his article.

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

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

The two 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 was academically educated, he was also good at liberal arts, and he knew a thing or two about the things the two of them discussed every day.

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

"Yes." Tang Ming remembered that the teacher from the liberal arts class was wandering in front of the door of Class 15 and was caught several times by the dean.

After Bai Qian finished discussing with Jian Zhe, 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.

Dean Jian’s message just came over: [[recording.mp3]]

Dean Jian: [Retreat? 】

He spoke concisely and concisely, probably because he 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, a more Chinese-style one——

"Cold Flood".

Dean Jian played a pipa solo at the beginning, and the curtains were half rolled up. It was simple, calm and full of exotic feelings. In the first second, Bai Zian saw the picture of yellow sand and withered bones.

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

Pick up for free:【1】

On the other side of the phone.

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

Dean Jian sent the message directly to Jian Zhe, asking him about Bai Zian. Jian Zhe told him honestly about Bai Zian's movements. In addition to 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: [Books 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 and looked up at the ancient and solemn buildings on both sides. He 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 Guangliang's gate. In front of the gate was a pair of two-meter-high stone lions, which looked calm and majestic.

There were two security guards standing at the door.

As soon as the Postal Service parked the car cautiously, one of the security guards came over from a distance, "Hello, is there any express delivery 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 calligraphy was written neatly and beautifully. His eyes fell on the recipient's name——

Xu Nanjing.

It does belong to the third young master.

Moving his eyes forward, the name on the sender's name was two words——

Bai Xian.

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 was aware of the Xu family's overt and covert struggles 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, "Not 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 club was high. This was Qi Shuyun's first time in such a place. She followed Liu Shuhe into the box. There was a large space in the box, and men and women sat 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 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." From the front, Liu Shuhe greeted Xiao Bingwen 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 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, that ancestor has been in a bad mood recently, so don't provoke him."

Qi Shuyun gathered his coat and looked away after what he said.

I secretly wondered who this was.

in the corner.

Xu Nanjing lowered his head and slowly observed the carton 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 talking about?"

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 Aji 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 couldn't easily change his route, so he flew away from Beicheng.

Mr. Xu was in a hurry. He was in such a hurry to catch the plane that he didn't have time to say goodbye to Bai Qianjiang Fuli. He only said something to the two of them on WeChat.

"Did she write this word?" Xiao Bingwen looked down at the neat handwriting on it 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.

Not very curious anymore.

Xu Nanjing slowly cut a slit along the edge.