Chapter 401 - Chapter 401: Sect Leader 155, the Next Dean of the Jian Institute (Second Update)_2

Chapter 401: Sect Leader 155, the Next Dean of the Jian Institute (Second Update)_2

“This kind.” Pu Xiaohan took out her phone and played a video of a girl playing the guzheng for Bai Lian.

She was playing “Gambling with Liquor.”

Pu Xiaohan pointed to the girl in the video and said to Bai Lian, “She’s super popular lately, and I heard she’s about to play ‘Autumn Again.’ The comments are all suggesting that Dean Jian should take her as a disciple. Should we also jump on the trend and show off our skills?”

Bai Lian looked down and saw the girl’s name—

Bai Shaoqi?

What an unlucky illegitimate child of an outer chamber.

“Oh, no playing,” Bai Lian leaned back, crossed her arms, and raised her eyebrows.

Pu Xiaohan: “…”

Why did she sense a hint of rebellion?

After Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai left, Dean Jian finally took out his phone, opened WeChat, and casually asked Jian Zhe, “Add WeChat?”

Jian Zhe mechanically took out his phone and scanned Dean Jian’s WeChat QR code.

Add friend.

All in one go.

**

Dean Jian’s video went viral online.

Recently, Xiangcheng tourism was already a hot topic.

It’s easy for videos about Xiangcheng to trend, especially when the erhu player is an expert like Dean Jian, Xiangcheng, erhu version of “Sexy Love”…

Strong sense of contrast.

It’s the era of information technology. In one afternoon and evening, the hottest video broke ten million views, over three million likes, and hundreds of thousands of comments—

[The oppression from the erhu!]

[This is a real rhythm master (covering face)]

[It’s still the old man!]

[Only professionals know how awesome the old man is (crying)]

[Folks, I need to make a trip to Xiangcheng]

[Indeed, the masters are among the folks]

[…]

In the midst of the regular comments, one suddenly popped up—

[Masters are among the folks? Why don’t you check out @Jian Zhongyou]

[???]

[Should I go?]

[Is this for real????]

With such widespread viewership, people had started to recognize Jian Zhongyou.

Suddenly, it pushed the entire video to the peak of popularity.

On the seventh day of the lunar new year in the morning.

In the mansion, Jian Rong, through the citywide push of big data, came across this video. He excitedly found Jian Zhonghai with his phone, “Grandpa, great-uncle is really in Xiangcheng!”

Jian Zhonghai took the phone, agitated, “Where is this?”

“Xiangcheng tourism area,” Jian Rong replied.

“Good, good,” Jian Zhonghai hurriedly headed outside, “Let’s go find him there today.”

As long as Jian Zhongyou was still in Xiangcheng, everything would be easy to negotiate.

Jian Rong followed Jian Zhonghai with his phone in hand, and then suddenly thought of something. He opened his phone and sent a message to someone—

[Confirmed, my great-uncle is in Xiangcheng]

**

Beicheng.

Bai Family.

Bai Shaoqi was reading the comments. Her social media account had also been promoted, from the first Jiangjing Music Academy video of “The White Robed Journey” to the current “Gambling with Liquor,” each one with high popularity.

She knew that Jian Zhongyou also had an account on this app, so she worked hard to run it.

Good looks, good family background, and as a Beicheng High School academic achiever, her guzheng playing also mesmerized the netizens, and she even interned at Jiangjing Music Academy…

All sorts of records had netizens gasping.

Willing to spend money on a social media account, her popularity with the guqin online was second only to that of Jian Zhongyou.

Most comments tagged @Jian Zhongyou, asking him to take a glance at Bai Shaoqi and to consider her the next successor to the guqin tradition.

Beside him, Bai Qiming was on the phone with Bai Shaoke and suddenly stood up, “Are you serious? Is President Jian in Xiangcheng?”

Although Bai Shaoke was only a freshman, he had always worked hard to develop his connections in Jiangjing.

He had left for Jiangjing on the fourth day of the new year.

Bai Shaoqi, with her sharp ears, also straightened up when she caught the words “President Jian.”

“Alright, father understands,” Bai Qiming hung up the phone, then arranged for money to be sent to Bai Shaoke before telling Bai Shaoqi, “The Jian family says President Jian is in Xiangcheng…”

As he mentioned “Xiangcheng,” Bai Qiming subconsciously frowned.

Bai Lian was in Xiangcheng.

He shook his head, pushing thoughts of Bai Lian to the back of his mind, “Pack your things right now; I’ll have the driver take you to Xiangcheng, and I’ll speak to the school on your behalf.”

Bai Shaoqi hadn’t seen President Jian for a long while, and she thought he would reach out to her after he had specifically greeted her last time, but that contact had never come.

Hearing this news now,

she couldn’t contain her excitement.

The eighth day of the new school year was approaching for seniors, but for Bai Shaoqi, President Jian was the priority. Bai Qiming directly secured a week’s leave for her.

**

On the eighth day, in the afternoon.

The Ren Family’s stretch business van stopped at the intersection of Xiang Mountain Avenue, with Jian Zhonghai, Jian Rong, and an assistant stepping out.

Jian Zhonghai had not found President Jian here yesterday and was prepared to look around once more today.

The assistant got out of the car and spotted Jian Zhe across the street, “Master Jian Zhe?”

Jian Zhe’s father, who had just exited from the front passenger seat, heard this and hurriedly looked across the street—

Jian Zhe stood with two girls and a blond guy.

One of the girls was tall with her hair half-up, secured with a hairpin, and was holding a mobile phone, seemingly playing a game, while the other was holding a camera, talking to the blond guy.

The blond guy looked like a typical thug.

Jian Zhe’s father’s face turned dark in an instant.

Jian Zhonghai glanced over indifferently, then averted his gaze as the assistant subtly looked back at him.

“Grandpa, I’ll go ask if Jian Zhe wants to come,” Jian Rong whispered before running towards Jian Zhe.

Jian Zhonghai gave a signal to the assistant, who immediately followed.

Upon reaching Jian Zhe, Jian Rong realized that one of them was Bai Lian, whom they had met in Jiangjing, “Oh, it’s you.”

Jian Rong’s eyes brightened.

Mao Kun, with a cigarette dangling from his lip, squinted at Jian Rong without saying a word.

Bai Lian slightly lifted her gaze, politely greeted him, “Hello.”

Then she returned to casually flipping through vocabulary flashcards, polite yet aloof, not one for much conversation.

The assistant stood respectfully behind Jian Rong, anonymously scanning this motley crew, his gaze lingering on the blond Mao Kun for quite some time on seeing him measure up Jian Rong in a rude manner, his brows furrowing at Jian Zhe’s friend’s lack of manners.

“She and her friends start school tomorrow,” Jian Zhe walked up to Jian Rong, slung an arm over his shoulder, “We’re planning to go for hotpot, you coming?”

The assistant, upon hearing Jian Zhe’s words, refocused his attention on Jian Rong’s response.

“Not this time,” Jian Rong hesitated for a moment before shaking his head, “I have to pick up Shaoqi’s sister later. Do you want to join us?”

“Shaoqi’s sister?” Jian Zhe was unfamiliar.

“That’s Shaoke, Beicheng High School’s top scholar’s sister,” the Jian family looked down on the Bai family’s mercantile ways and hadn’t had much interaction, but Jian Rong and Bai Shaoke had been close friends since middle school, “Bai Shaoqi, very famous, recently quite big on social media, don’t you know?”

“Bai Shaoqi?” Pu Xiaohan packed away her camera in her backpack, a bit surprised, “The one from the internet?”

As an internet sensation herself, Pu Xiaohan had a decent impression of Bai Shaoqi, chiefly because Bai Shaoqi played the guqin well and had even played “The White Robed Journey.”

Bai Lian finally looked up, licking her lips and squinting her eyes dangerously.

Seeing Bai Lian’s reaction, Mao Kun immediately lowered his head to smoke, silent.

With the group’s reaction neither cold nor warm, the assistant finally couldn’t help but interject and explain, “Miss Bai is not just ‘the one from the internet.’ She has been to Jiangjing Music Academy for rehearsals, our uncle… that is, President Jian of Jiangjing Music Academy, do you know him? He thinks highly of Miss Bai, who has much potential and is very likely to become the next Sect Leader for President Jian.”

The assistant had great respect for Bai Shaoqi, who might become the close disciple of the uncle.

After speaking, the assistant sighed, wondering why he’d bothered explaining so much to them. They didn’t even grasp the significance of the potential next Sect Leader.