Chapter 441: 173 your answer has been recorded as the standard answer! (Second update)_2


    He paused, then uttered three words.


    Xu Nanjing knew how to race, but Jiang Fi had never seen a racing scene before, today was because it was Bai Lian’s first time watching.


    The whole process was extremely perilous.


    Especially in thest two bends, Bai Lian’s reckless attitude nearly left Jiang Fi out of breath, while everyone else cheered.


    Jiang Fi put on her second hairpin, as her loose hair seemed a bit more secure.


    But not as neat as when she did it herself.


    He nced at her, then slowly turned to face her, squatting down slowly to meet her eyes. There was always a touch of aloofness between his eyebrows, but today it had softened slightly.


    Jiang Fi said softly, “Even if you have to ride a bike, can you go a bit slower next time?”


    Those light-colored eyes, like ss beads, watched her quietly, earnest and persistent.


    “Otherwise, I’ll tell your grandfather,” he added.<div>


    Bai Lian: “…Fine.”


    “Give me a piece of paper and a pen,” Bai Lian urged Jiang Fi, “I have some inspiration.”


    The life and death speed had sparked a burst of creativity in Bai Lian that she was eager to record while she still remembered it.


    When Xu Nanjing and Xiao Bingwen finished up and returned, Bai Lian was writing something on a piece of paper, sitting by the window with her head down and amp shining above her.


    “We’ll leave in a bit,” Jiang Fi nced at Xu Nanjing and Xiao Bingwen.


    Xu Nanjing walked over for a look, “Not leaving now?”


    Bai Lian was drawing something, likely numbers, certainly something Xu Nanjing had never seen before.


    Xiao Bingwen didn’t dare to wander off, staying quietly to the side. His current demeanor towards Bai Lian was even more respectful than before, as she had disyed enough tomand respect.


    “Let’s wait until she’s done,” Jiang Fi reopened hisptop, the fluorescent light casting a cool glow on his face.


    Without her guzheng, Bai Lian could only roughly jot down her inspiration.


    **


    Nine o’clock.


    Xiao Bingwen drove back.


    Bai Lian and Jiang Fi sat in the spacious rear seat, Yan Lu’s next song was promising, and it was only then that Bai Lian felt in the mood to open the app, causing the screen plugin to activate as well.


    She randomly opened her ount.


    The monthly rankings scrolled down—


    NO.1 Liang Wuyu 48800


    NO.2 Xu Zhiyue 45112


    …<div>


    NO16. Ning Xiao 35587


    …


    NO.37 Song Min 32589


    …<div>


    NO.43 Tang Ming 30178


    …


    NO.261 Bai Shaoqi 22493


    …


    NO.852 Bai Jian 0


    What should have been an overwhelming flood of private messages was now nowhere to be seen.


    Bai Lian’s app hesitated for a moment before restoring smooth operation.


    She nced at her points, clicked into this month’s question bank—with each question worth a hundred points, she hadn’t done any, and the first one she came across was mathematics.


    A problem asking for the range of values for nks.


    In a quadratic equation with one variable, abc represents a triangle; she needed to find the range of a+b-c.


    Scanning over it, Bai Lian roughly knew how to proceed and opened the drawing board on her phone to begin calctions.


    In the driver’s seat, Xiao Bingwen turned on the music; in the car, Yan Lu’s voice started to y, making Bai Lian instinctively look up.


    In the passenger seat, Xu Nanjing was now vigorously attentive to Bai Lian’s every move. Seeing her look up, he immediately perked up, “Sister Bai Lian, you know this song too? It’s by the singer Xiao Bingwen likes…”<div>


    “Yan Lu,” Xiao Bingwen nced at the rearview mirror and replied politely. Bringing up his favorite singer, he added, “This song would sound even better yed on a guzheng.”


    As the guzheng was mentioned, Xu Nanjing remembered that Bai Lian could y it too. He said to her with a smile, “Sister Bai Lian, he has a childhood friend who’s studying the guzheng with a famous teacher. Maybe he can introduce you to her sometime.”


    “You mean Shuhe?” Xiao Bingwen’s expression softened a bit at the mention of this person.


    “That’s right,” Xu Nanjing told Bai Lian, “There are many good guzheng teachers in Jiangjing. If you’re serious about wanting to study the guzheng …”


    He chatted on.


    Bai Lian lowered her head, turned to the next problem, and said candidly, “I’m just interested in the guzheng, I hadn’t thought about studying it seriously.”


    Her only love now was studying.


    Otherwise, why would Director Jian think that the only option was for her to return to Jiangjing?


    “Being good at guzheng can be useful too,” Xiao Bingwen picked up the conversation, “Shuhe is very talented, and her teacher holds her in high regard. I heard she’s going to meet with Old Master Chen.”


    Xu Nanjing shrugged; he wasn’t particrly interested in the guzheng but had heard of Leng Shuhe’s reputation.


    They arrived at Purest Street.


    Jiang Fi escorted Bai Lian down.


    Xu Nanjing looked at the low houses on Purest Street, guessing that Jiang Fi would be a while before returning, so he got out of the car to smoke by the door.<div>


    Xiao Bingwen came down on the other side.


    The two discussed the day’s events.


    “When the timees, give some scarce materials to Master Ma,” Xiao Bingwen estimated roughly, speaking to Xu Nanjing, “What do you think are the chances he agrees to let Professor Huange on as an honorary professor?”