Chapter 450: 177: The True Arrangement, Dean Jian: Anger (Second Update)_1


    Gao Yan had known about Bai Lian for a long time.


    Xu Nanjing had only roughly shown her some pictures and when she asked him some questions, he fell silent.


    Gao Yan had always wanted to take the opportunity to see for herself, but she didn’t know when she woulde to Jiangjing.


    After she spoke, there was silence on Xu Nanjing’s end.


    Gao Yan raised an eyebrow, her tone leisurely, “Do you think the person rmended by President Liang is no good? But this is the best teacher I, your mother, could hire, and she agreed to help me only because of Si Si.”


    Gao Si, Jiang Fi’s biological mother.


    “It’s not that, thanks, Mom,” on the other end of the phone, Xu Nanjing looked up, sighed lightly, “but it seems we might not need it now.”


    Bai Lian’s academic performance was such that an ordinary tutor wouldn’t suffice.


    “Not needed?” Gao Yan did not understand; she walked along the corridor, and thenterns above her were not very bright.


    Xu Nanjing said helplessly, “Bai Lian’s grades… might be better than mine.”<div>


    Of course, Xu Nanjing was too embarrassed to omit the “might.”


    Gao Yan: “…??”


    “So, I can’t go to Xiangcheng?” Gao Yan drew this conclusion, feeling somewhat unwilling, “Then when can I meet her?”


    “After the college entrance examination.” Bai Lian was bound to score well enough to get into Jiangjing University, no doubt about that.


    **


    Sunday afternoon.


    An Qi finally found the clip mentioned byizens among the many recordings. He edited it out and analyzed each phrase; indeed, one phrase’s arrangement sounded very familiar.


    “Just one phrase,” An Qi’s manager looked at the harmonyparison generated by the studio staff with a frown, “Is that persuasive enough?”


    The studio staff coollyid the evidence in front of him, “It depends on how we operate this. So, what do you say, should we go for it?”


    An Qi’s manager did not think for long; most of thepany’s resources were currently invested in Yan Lu.


    Major music tforms were promoting Yan Lu’s new song; An Qi’s resources had decreased significantly, and even “Come Here Friend” was inviting Yan Lu, threatening An Qi’s “top brother” status.


    Resource allocation was finite.


    “Contact all major entertainment bloggers and get everything ready tounch,” An Qi’s manager made the final call, “Remember, after all ounts have posted, to immediately get the topments pushed to prominence.”


    That way, the first thing the public would see would be the topments, swaying even those with doubts.


    They had done this kind of maniption before.


    **


    Monday.


    Yan Lu’s song had just been released Saturday evening, and Xiangcheng No. 1 High School’s radio station began ying “Rewriting the Past” right after sses on Monday morning.


    This song was more popr than anyone could have imagined, from its lyrics to its melody.<div>


    Bai Lian was eating with a group from ss fifteen in the big cafeteria.


    Tang Ming, carrying his tray from a distance from his own ss, sat down next to Weng Qi and finally exhaled a sigh of relief, “People in our ss are asking me for your and the Study God’s avatars.”


    Bai Lian slowly ate her meal, head down.


    “For what?” Weng Qi was surprised.<div>


    “For worship,” Tang Ming said with resigned emotion, “I’ve already been stuck on their bedside.”


    Weng Qi pondered, “Is that even a thing?”


    Today, there was a group meeting, and Jiang Fi was usually tied up withboratory work.


    After finishing her meal, Bai Lian picked up her phone and started reviewing questions, only to see a meme sent by He Wen —


    [[Pig’s life is hopeless.jpg]]


    It was clear she had been scolded; Bai Lian replied with a meme of her own and reopened the prep camp app to check the new question.


    One o’clock in the afternoon.


    On Weibo and various short video tforms, major marketing ounts started posting the same video.


    The video content was simple, isting a section of Yan Lu’s music andparing it with a snippet from two years ago, noting a simr style and chords.


    Army of onlinementators were quick to jump in —


    [So simr, are you saying we’re blind and can’t see it?]


    [I’ve been wanting to ask, why is Yan Lu’s song so popr? She’s not even an original artist, now we see the scandal (eating melon)]


    [How many haven’t listened to Yan Lu’s song? I must be the first on the inte, right?]<div>


    [Check the lyricist andposer, there must be more juice to it]


    […]


    Yan Lu had stepped on quite a few toes, so as soon as the marketing ounts published it, many in the industry secretly added heat to the topic.


    There’s a saying, when the wall falls, everyone pushes.


    But by the afternoon, “Scandal in ‘Rewriting the Past’ Arrangement” became a trending phrase across various tforms.


    Following that,izens also dug up Yan Lu’s previous “dark history.”


    Her new song was already very hot, and now with these revtions, it dominated the public discourse for a time.


    **


    ss fifteen spent the afternoon attentively in lessons.


    After school in the afternoon, the school’s broadcasting station was still ying Yan Lu’s song.N?v(el)B\\jnn