Chapter 459 - Chapter 459: 181st annual feel-good article, Alian offers tickets (second update)_1

Chapter 459: 181st annual feel-good article, Alian offers tickets (second update)_1

Xiao Bingwen was messaging Leng Shuhe while casually browsing Weibo.

Leng Shuhe: “[Link]”

Leng Shuhe: “This big shot’s Weibo”

He clicked on the link and saw a Weibo post with the word “found,” with only one following, which was the Douyin platform, but already had 2.01 million fans, all active ones.

Is this the Weibo of the lyricist and composer?

Xiao Bingwen followed the account and heard Xu Nanjing’s voice, and when he looked up, he saw Bai Lian slipping the blue ticket back into his school uniform pocket.

“It does look a bit like your ticket,” Xiao Bingwen paused—it looked very much like a fight club ticket, but “she seems to have many?”

Those tickets could only be obtained by Xu Nanjing through Chael.

The Chen Family might also be able to get them since it’s said they have a senior brother in the fight club, but Xu Nanjing and Xiao Bingwen were not familiar with them.

Even so, Xu Nanjing had only gotten three tickets.

At a glance, Bai Lian seemed to have many…

It couldn’t be, right?

And, considering Bai Lian’s demeanor, she did not seem like someone who would go to a gory place like a fight club.

It seemed he sensed their gaze, the blonde guy smoking looked up and smiled at Xiao Bingwen and Xu Nanjing. He wore a black T-shirt with a skull pattern and a silver necklace around his neck, exuding a vibrant vibe.

Xiao Bingwen, “…It shouldn’t be.”

**

The next day, Friday.

Bai Lian sent the organized data to He Wen.

He Wen sent her a message of “thanks.”

Through a long corridor, the research institute office.

Wearing a blue radiation suit, He Wen stood in front of all the team members, listening to Jiang Fulai speak.

The underground laboratory was naturally cold, with cold white lighting, and surrounded by high-tech machinery; Jiang Fulai was sitting in his seat with the computer screen displaying academic papers in front of him.

One hand rested on the armrest while the other pointed at the computer screen, his prominent nose adorned with glasses and lips tightly pursed.

His cold, white fingertips paused on an example, and he slightly turned his head, “Adhesive forces and repulsive forces have opposite curvatures; one causes space to contract and the other causes it to expand. Are you using this example to discuss positive and negative energy?”

“What should I say to you?”

“Should I encourage you to bravely challenge Dirac?”

He chuckled disdainfully, and others in the know understood that it was directed at He Wen, who lowered his head even further.

He Wen: “…”

After Jiang Fulai finished looking over everything, he stood up with his phone.

“Is this the review you organized?” He glanced again at the printed documents in He Wen’s hands.

He Wen, “…Yes, new literature.”

Jiang Fulai gave him a cold look: “You don’t need to write acknowledgments.”

He Wen: “…”

Once Jiang Fulai left, other team members approached, imitating Jiang Fulai’s words and then patting He Wen on the shoulder, “Brave enough to challenge Dirac, that’s you, Wen. You’re our lab’s next Dirac!”

Today, only He Wen was rebuked, while the rest reveled in his misfortune.

He Wen, holding several papers and smiling, said, “Say that one more time, and next time Jiang Shao invites us to eat, you all can order for yourselves.”

The others: “…”

He Wen turned back to his station, picked up his phone, and vented to Bai Lian—

“Got scolded today (running with tears) (running with tears) (running with tears)”

**

Xiangcheng No.1 Middle School.

When Bai Lian saw He Wen’s message, she had already finished school.

She glanced down at his reply; He Wen often got scolded, and she was used to it by now.

In Class 15, a bunch of people gathered, with Pu Xiaohan speaking loudly, “We don’t have to go to Aunt Zhang’s place for the next few days, Yan Lu is going to record a show there.”

Bai Lian slowly followed behind the group.

She was looking through the questions on the Jiangjing app.

Upon opening the app, she saw cries of anguish all over the public screen, but Bai Lian wasn’t paying attention and just kept brushing through the questions, most of which were fill-in-the-blank.

Weng Qi, Pu Xiaohan, and the others had been in the midst of a heated discussion.

That was until they saw the person standing at the doorway of the bubble tea shop, and their voices subconsciously quieted down quite a bit.

When Bai Lian looked up, she saw Jiang Fulai standing in the corner outside the bubble tea shop.

School had been out for a while, but there were still plenty of people at the bubble tea shop. Jiang Fulai stood in the corner about two to three meters away from the doorway, where the warm light of the setting sun slanted down through the roof.

He was clad in a black jacket, the zipper left undone to reveal the snow-white T-shirt underneath, with his fringe longer than his eyebrows, casually swiping his phone’s screen, looking both disengaged and aloof.

As Ning Xiao and Tang Ming passed by, they respectfully greeted Jiang Fulai.

“Hmm,” Jiang Fulai looked up indifferently.

“I’m going to see Yan Lu.” Bai Lian didn’t go into the bubble tea shop; instead, she shielded her eyes from the still somewhat glaring sunset with her phone and slightly raised her head.