Chapter 505 - Chapter 505: 201 Soar to the Sky, Gift_1

Chapter 505: 201 Soar to the Sky, Gift_1

Bai Lian’s demeanor almost made Sister Xin think they were peers.

It was only when she heard Bai Lian talk about the gaokao that she vaguely realized Bai Lian was just a senior in high school, still needing to take the college entrance exams.

After listening, Sister Xin seriously said just one sentence, “You will surely ride the wind and waves, soaring straight into the clouds.”

She hung up the phone and stood there, dazed.

Next to her, Yan Lu, who was flipping through a script, looked up. “What’s wrong?”

Yan Lu was going to a new drama crew for a period drama, and after a makeup trial, she dyed her smog blue hair back to black for convenience of wearing a wig.

“Miss Bai said she sent the new song to President Jian,” Wang Xin snapped back to reality, put down her phone, and looked at Yan Lu, “Also, she’s going to seclude herself to prepare for the gaokao. It’s said online that Ning Xiao has a very good chance of ranking in the national top ten. Yan Lu, do you remember? Ning Xiao often asks Miss Bai questions.”

Yan Lu pressed her hand on the script, “Right.”

“So, that means Miss Bai might even have better grades than him…” Wang Xin’s gaze shifted to the window.

Having spent so much time together, Sister Xin knew the attitude of Ning Xiao and his peers towards Bai Lian.

Like her, it was a respect that came from the heart.

Just Ning Xiao alone had sparked many online posts discussing hot topics. If Bai Lian was added to the mix, Xiangcheng might see two students ranking in the top ten of the national exam.

In Jiangjing, having ten such students wouldn’t be surprising, but this was Xiangcheng.

The rarity was like finding two gold nuggets in the desert.

Wang Xin felt that this year’s gaokao would definitely be much more lively than in previous years.

“Your Xiangcheng is really going to liven up, churning out prodigies,” Wang Xin exclaimed sincerely and then remembered something, “Do you know about Strawberry Ice Cream?”

Yan Lu frowned; she knew this was the person who initially set the rhythm.

“She’s been quite popular these days, turned into a big fan of Miss Bai after unfollowing,” Wang Xin was also surprised, “She established a fan club for Miss Bai, but she’s still your hater.”

Yan Lu: “…”

This was normal; Yan Lu didn’t have any representative works, and compared to professional-level singers, her singing was mediocre.

The song became popular entirely because of Bai Lian and President Jian.

**

The next day.

After school in the afternoon, Bai Lian and Weng Qi’s group had just arrived at the Zhang Family’s place when they saw Zhang Dad, whom they hadn’t seen for a long time, moving pots of flowers.

Seeing the group of students, Zhang Dad put down the flower pot: “I have had nothing to do these two months, resting time. You all should focus on preparing for the gaokao. After the exams are over, I’ll treat you to a big meal!”

Then, he took out a bunch of fruits for the students to eat.

During his absence, he was thankful for these students; otherwise, he really wouldn’t have been at ease leaving Miss Zhang alone at home.

“Sure, Uncle,” Weng Qi took the watermelon and gathered beside Bai Lian, curiously watching Zhang Dad who was carrying a potted plant as tall as a person, “A good person’s father is really amazing, lifting such a heavy pot with one hand.”

He was very impressed.

The others nodded in agreement, and without speaking, Bai Lian bit into a piece of watermelon as she observed the calluses on Zhang Dad’s hands.

With Zhang Dad’s return, the students from class fifteen no longer had to check in at the Zhang’s everyday.

Bai Lian and Pu Xiaohan went back to the milk tea shop to do their homework.

Someone with money had expanded the milk tea shop, and at this hour, many students were there brushing up on questions.

Jian Zhe was seated next to Bai Lian, listening as she corrected his essay.

“It’s known by its name and emulated by others… this narrative here is too shallow and empty,” she outlined Jian Zhe’s essay with her pen, tapping the line he wrote: “Externally Confucian, internally legalistic; the Taoists aren’t hollow, they maintain balance, with Confucianism in the open and Taoism in secret.”

In just a few months, the restlessness in Jian Zhe had faded, and he could now, not only spend all night reading a dry biography but also discuss it with Bai Lian.

The two talked.

At the neighboring table, Tang Ming, who studied science, finally couldn’t help but whisper to Pu Xiaohan, “Isn’t Jian brother planning to go into civil service in the future?”

It wasn’t uncommon for people from the Calligraphy Association to go into politics.

Although Tang Ming studied science, his humanities were not bad either; he understood a thing or two about what the two discussed daily.

“Don’t you think Sister Lian is even more impressive?” Pu Xiaohan replied sharply.

“That’s true,” Tang Ming recalled how the literature teachers would loiter in front of class fifteen for no reason, getting caught by the dean several times.

After Bai Lian finished discussing with Jian Zhe, Jian Zhe remembered something and reported to her, “In June, the Calligraphy Association assessment is in Beicheng, around the tenth.”

Qiu Xuezheng was already preparing the materials, but with Bai Lian’s gaokao approaching, he didn’t want to disturb her.

Bai Lian estimated the timing; it would be right after the gaokao, so she would have time.

A message from President Jian had just come through: [[recording.mp3]]