The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 645 - : 255 Versatile Alian (Second Update)_2

Chapter 645: 255 Versatile Alian (Second Update)_2

Tang Ming greeted Wang Xi amicably and took the book from Ding Wenyang, “So this is the book you mentioned…”

Five volumes, with a familiar gem-green cover, and in white lettering on top—

“Physics at Jiangjing University”

Below was the editor in chief: Jiang Fulai.

As soon as Tang Ming saw the familiar name, he started to speak but stopped midway.

Seeing Tang Ming staring at the book, Ding Wenyang thought he was curious about it and instinctively lowered his voice, “You must have heard about this book, right? Only undergraduates like us can read it; it contains many experiments from the main institute. We finished it in our third year of high school at the national level, you guys need to work hard to keep up.”

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“No, I meant the editor in chief of this book…”

“Shh,” Ding Wenyang talked freely about other professors, obviously having taboos about this one. He stood up, “Class is about to start, familiarize yourselves with this physics book first.”

Tang Ming handed the book to Ning Xiao and Bai Lian.

Bai Lian received the Jiangjing University physics book: “…”

Not far away.

Ding Wenyang returned to his seat, and the person next to him asked in a low voice, “They haven’t systematically studied big physics, can they keep up with us?”

Upon hearing this, Ding Wenyang didn’t reply but his gaze shifted to the young man beside Tang Ming. Dressed in a long coat, his front bangs were kept long, and he only occasionally lifted his head to reveal a pair of slightly gloomy eyes.

Like a cheetah lurking in the shadows.

Ding Wenyang diverted his gaze and looked at Bai Lian once more, who was wearing a white shirt with sleeves a bit wider than normal clothes, tapping on the keyboard unhurriedly, a red ribbon falling on the keys.

Unsure what she was looking at.

Further back, Xu Zhiyue had hardly lifted her face from the beginning to the end. From the look of it, among these five people, only Liang Wuyu, who seemed to have some lab experience, appeared somewhat reliable.

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t just ‘not know’,” his group mate whispered, “this also affects our GPA. Don’t you want to go to the Ross Summer Camp?”

The Ross Summer Camp is a sacred place in the hearts of the university students, and the most important thing to join it is a recommendation letter.

It will be from the School of Physics, and they only recommend students with high regular GPAs—every two weeks, the topic group also has a scoring system.

To put it simply, everywhere in the Tongfeng class is competitive.

Ding Wenyang lowered his gaze, “We’ll be switching groups next month anyway, we’ll talk about it then.”

**

Evening.

Student Union of the School of Finance.

The Art Department handed the program list to the president of the Student Union, “This is the program list agreed upon with the School of Physics, take a look.”

“Wait…” The president of the School of Finance scanned the list from top to bottom and instantly noticed two items.

Bai Lian, song, “Rewriting the Past”.

Bai Shaoqi, Guzheng, “Rewriting the Past”.

“Rewriting the Past” has been the most popular song since the college entrance exams and is still topping the charts across major music apps.

Guaranteed traffic.

Although it’s a joint orientation party between two schools, there is also a silent competition.

“Aren’t these two the same?” the president of the School of Finance pondered briefly, “Go negotiate with the folks from the School of Physics, have them change to another song.”

Bai Shaoqi and Song Min are both freshmen at the School of Finance this term; Song Min is the biggest financier of this welcome event as he started a business in Jiangjing this summer, and not just the head of external affairs, but even the president of the finance school would show face to Song Min.

Everyone knows the relationship between Bai Shaoqi and Song Min.

And Bai Shaoqi’s online fame goes without saying; most people are looking forward to this welcome event just because of her fame.

The School of Finance will certainly stand on their own side.

**

Bai Lian returned to the dormitory just after nine o’clock.

Room 407, Kong Wei leaned against her wardrobe, struck a pose, and asked the other two roommates, “Ladies, what do you think? Is my welcome pose standard enough?”

Yu Simin placed a small bouquet in her hand, “With you like this, I’ll just clap from the side when the time comes. Xun Qian, what do you think?”

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Xun Qian was somewhat diplomatic: “… I think, Bai Lian is probably not someone who appreciates such formalism.”

“Forget it, your opinion isn’t important,” Yu Simin dismissed Xun Qian’s remarks.

As Bai Lian stepped into room 407—

“Bang—” A small confetti cannon burst, and Kong Wei shook her bouquet welcoming her in.

Xun Qian, with arms crossed, leaned aside, giving Bai Lian a look that said—

[She tried to warn them.]

Bai Lian stood at the door of the dormitory, her posture straight, wearing a white blouse and black skirt with an ancient style, the jade hairpin coiling atop her head gleaming even more amidst the dormitory’s light.

Her slender fingers plucked off a piece of confetti from her forehead, “… Thank you.”

She sighed, feeling somewhat regretful.

When Ye Jingxian came to room 407, Yu Simin and Kong Wei were humming Yan Lu’s songs while sweeping.

However, she wasn’t really in the mood to ask the two about it as she looked quite unsettled, having just had an argument with Ba Shiming and some people from the Art Department.

“Junior sister…” Ye Jingxian looked at Bai Lian, who was leisurely sitting in her spot, unsure how to speak.

Bai Lian leaned back in her chair, still holding the phone, and told the person on the other end, Jiang Fulai, “Hold on, my senior sister is looking for me.”

“Senior Sister, go ahead.”

“It’s about the finance department,” Ye Jingxian explained the whole situation in one breath, finally turning to Bai Lian, “Junior sister, it’s my fault for mishandling this.”

“Why should we be the ones to change the song?” Kong Wei tossed the broom aside and frowned, “The finance department is playing hardball, talking about investments.”

Bai Lian listened quietly, her cold white fingertips tapping the screen.

Ye Jingxian was observing Bai Lian’s expressions.

“The Finance Department is probably afraid of junior sister’s song as well. They want to make a name for their department during this orientation,” she knew Bai Lian didn’t wish to participate in the event initially and felt quite sorry for barely persuading her, “How about this, junior sister, for this time we’ll just…”

Bai Lian picked up the phone, pushed her swivel chair to the side, and one leg lazily folded, her black and gold skirt swirling open, “Fine, then I won’t sing. I’ll change to something else.”

“Ah?” Ye Jingxian and the others from room 407 didn’t expect this response, “Change to what?”

Bai Lian tilted her head, her body exuding a languid yet unyielding air, she replied casually, “Sword dance, spear, Guzheng… choose one.”