The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 676 - : 269 Bai Jian, the Arrival of Lance! (Second Update)_1

Chapter 676: 269 Bai Jian, the Arrival of Lance! (Second Update)_1

The campus network was so-so, but Ding Wenyang managed to refresh the page pretty quickly.

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Almost three million, how arrogant, Ding Wenyang thought.

The warning bell rang, and Ding Wenyang snapped back to reality. He exclaimed “Ah” and poked Tang Ming.

“So this is the legendary top student, huh? Not bad.” Tang Ming shrugged. Last night, he was criticized by Jiang Fulai for stretching his leg too far.

Ding Wenyang: “…”

Were these people really from Xiangcheng?

His gaze shifted to Bai Lian next to him, who was still holding the original document in her hand.

This morning was all about mechanics, the professor had already come in with a USB flash drive. Normally, Ding Wenyang was among those who listened attentively, but today he was somewhat distracted.

His phone was still on the app page of Ning Xiao.

Ning Xiao, aloof as he was, rarely interacted with others besides Bai Lian. Ding Wenyang came back to his senses and suddenly thought of something. He opened Ning Xiao’s following list—just two people—

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Bai Jian]

Pretty normal, everyone on the app follows that arrogant top scorer, but this godsend of a picker who burst onto the scene this year…

Every day, there were posts about him on the app. Even Ding Wenyang had discussed with others, guessing which lab’s newcomer he was.

But now, Ding Wenyang opened his WeChat, found Bai Lian’s name, and clicked on it, seeing her WeChat name—

Bai Jian.

At first, when he added Bai Lian’s WeChat, he thought she was a fan of the other person, but now it seems, with Ning Xiao’s nearly three million points.

Among the three of them, it’s needless to say who is the center. Bai Lian would never score less than Ning Xiao. Considering the timing, the sudden emergence of the picker god coincided with the new students joining the app.

Ding Wenyang tried to calm himself.

But he wasn’t very calm at all.

At noon, while taking advantage of Bai Lian’s meal card for lunch, Ding Wenyang couldn’t help but observe Bai Lian and Ning Xiao, especially Bai Lian.

“Bro, are you secretly in love with both of them? You’re always looking,” Tang Ming sat next to Ding Wenyang with his legs crossed, warning him, “It’s fine if you have a crush on Ning Xiao, but don’t you dare have any ideas about Sister Lian.”

Ding Wenyang: “… What exactly are you thinking?”

“Oh, just a heads up,” Tang Ming shrugged, “There are too many people expressing their love for Sister Lian on the confession wall every day.”

**

Even after National Day, the buzz around Bai Lian at school did not cool down.

The bgm released online by the Physics Academy’s student council was repeatedly analyzed by netizens. It had a style similar to that of Yan Lu’s go-to composer, Jian, and the name was simply “Jian.”

In the last few days, it had garnered a little fame, and it became a choice bgm for many video edits.

It had been uploaded to various music app platforms.

When Bai Lian returned to her dorm in the evening, the other three roommates had already finished their washing up, with Xun Qian sitting in her spot reading.

Yu Simin was on the balcony on the phone with someone from the association; she was part of the Student Union’s External Relations Department, had joined the College Students’ Entrepreneurship Association, and was now also involved in club activities, as busy as Bai Lian.

Only Kong Wei seemed to be the most typical college student among those in the dorm.

As soon as Bai Lian came back, she put down her tablet, let her legs down off the bed, and got up to walk over to Bai Lian, “Alian.”

“What’s up?” Bai Lian placed her book on the desk, opened the wardrobe to get a towel and clothes to shower.

“Do you want to create a Weibo account or a video account?” Kong Wei asked her, “So many people are looking for you online, you know. Your popularity is comparable to that of a second-tier celebrity now.”

“No, I won’t,” Bai Lian headed to the bathroom, explaining gently to Kong Wei, “I don’t have the time.”

“Alright then,” Kong Wei felt it was a bit of a pity. Another person in her place might have already signed with a live-streaming company by now. She followed Bai Lian towards the bathroom, “Also, about that bgm you sent to Sister Ye, a lot of people online are saying it’s very similar to the style of Yan Lu’s main composer.”

“Right,” Bai Lian stopped at the bathroom door, leaning lazily against the doorframe, waiting for her to finish. Then she calmly lifted the bath towel in her hand, her delicate brows and eyes raised playfully, “I’m going to take a shower, do you want to come in together?”

Kong Wei blushed slightly and took a step back.

Bai Lian closed the door to shower.

Behind her, the phone Bai Lian left on the desk rang. It was a WeChat voice message. Kong Wei glanced over, and it was a WeChat call from someone named Lance.

And looking at the profile picture, it seemed to be a foreigner.

Foreigners often use their own photos as profile pictures.

Bai Lian came out after her shower, wearing pajamas, and drying her hair with a towel.