The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 736 - : 291 Godlike Bai Jian_1

Chapter 736: 291 Godlike Bai Jian_1

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Snack-eating Citizen Little Wang: [Bai Lian: Member of Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association

Calligraphy level: Has never participated in grading exams

Awards won: First prize in the 9th Lan Ting Award]

Someone replied below: [Most people probably have never heard of the Lan Ting Award, let me educate everyone. The Lan Ting Award occurs once every three years, with groupings, and getting a third-place award allows entry into the national Calligraphy Association. There are typically three first-place awards and six second-place awards.

However, last year, which was the 9th Lan Ting Award, there was only one first-place award. The usual seeded contestants from the Calligraphy Association, Xu Yajun and Xie Jinyuan, ended up with second-place awards, and those previously in the running for second place were moved to third place.

For this reason, the ninth Lan Ting Award’s youth prize became the one with the highest gold content in history.

That first-place winner with no competitors is our Bai Lian [flower]]

[Hold on, out of curiosity, I looked it up, and has anyone noticed the name Bai Lian used seems familiar [image]]

[Bai Jian? Is she also a fan of Yan Lu and the Jian God?]

[How is that possible, the Lan Ting Award was more than two months earlier than “Gambling with Liquor”! Could it be a coincidence?]

[Speaking of which, our Jiang University app also has a big name god with the same name]

[…]

The netizens began to argue over Bai Lian’s name used at the Lan Ting Award, but Dong Chuan didn’t continue reading. He wasn’t well-versed in the entertainment industry; instead, he turned to the elder Mr. Dong, “Grandpa, Bai Lian was last year’s first-prize winner of the Lan Ting Award.”

The two who were discussing Bai Lian’s calligraphy suddenly fell silent.

The Dong family had been quite excited when they first heard that Ren Wanxuan was studying art, practicing the Liang style.

To them, the Liang style was not just the Liang style; it was also a foot in the door.

Mastering the Liang style and doing it well is a different concept from winning the Lan Ting Award.

**

This year’s Pen and Ink Vast Ocean Four-Nations Exchange, due to Bai Lian’s participation, was frighteningly popular.

Vice Chairman Liang of the Cultural Bureau hadn’t even considered how to increase the buzz.

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By afternoon, a throng of tourists had surged into the venue.

People continued to come and go until the evening.

“What on earth is going on?” Vice Chairman Liang was somewhat perplexed as he ordered stepped-up arrangements, emergency meetings, and intensified promotion of the cultural philosophy for the event.

The publicity department quickly traced the source of the whole affair, “Vice Chairman, take a look at these videos!”

After watching the netizens’ edits and checking the online popularity, Vice Chairman Liang asked, “Is all this because of her?”

“Of course, Jiang University’s top entrance exam star this year,” the young person from the publicity department had previously scrolled past Bai Lian’s long post, “Vice Chairman, with her here, I believe this year’s Pen and Ink Vast Ocean won’t lack popularity.”

Vice Chairman Liang looked down at the list.

He felt that the publicity department’s statement sounded familiar.

Thinking about it more carefully, it seemed that last week, when Dean Jian received the new list, he had also said something similar?

**

At a restaurant near Cultural Square.

Qiu Xuezheng and Zhou Wennan had drunk quite a bit. Qiu Xuezheng lived nearby; he walked with his hands clasped behind his back, alongside Zhou Wennan, heading back, “Deputy Zhou, you live in Chang’an District. Could you go back with Bai Lian?”

Zhou Wennan played a crucial role in the success of the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association to date.

“No need, my younger brother will come to pick me up,” Zhou Wennan smiled and shook his head, “Well then, I’ll submit another application for the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association. How many applications did you receive today?”

“986, just today,” Qiu Xuezheng marveled, and this was only the first day.

In Jiangjing, they hadn’t felt it yet, but as reported by the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association, by this afternoon, the number of people strolling on Wallow Street had exploded, with many out-of-town visitors queuing up at the Calligraphy Association to experience traditional culture.

The Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association was not large, and the Cultural Bureau had sent an additional twenty people to help, already starting to limit the flow of visitors.

This was the era of information explosion through viral content.

More extravagant than Qiu Xuezheng had imagined.

Bai Lian stood by the roadside, waiting to see Zhou Wennan off.

From behind, Ming Dongheng silently handed her a black cape.

There was no snow these past days, but the temperature in Jiangjing remained very low. Qiu Xuezheng rubbed his hands together, blowing out clouds of white breath, still discussing the future direction of the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association with Zhou Wennan.

Bai Lian had good physical resilience and wasn’t as susceptible to the cold as others.

She casually draped the black cape over her shoulders; it wasn’t made by Ji Heng, with black velvet fabric, a Chinese-style design, broad sleeves on the sides, and thick white fur sewn at the cuffs and collar.

Aside from a lifelike red rose on the left side of the collar, there were no other decorations.

Simple and elegant.

Zhou Wennan’s car slowly approached, the speed lowered, and the person in the driver’s seat got out, greeting Qiu Xuezheng.

His gaze shifted to Bai Lian standing nearby, “Bai Lian?”

“Professor Zhou?” Bai Lian also felt surprised that Zhou Wenqing was actually Zhou Wennan’s brother.

“Wenqing, you know each other?” Zhou Wennan pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Qiu Xuezheng, then looking at the two, he also realized, “Right, you are both from Jiang University.”

After saying that, he continued to discuss today’s matter with Qiu Xuezheng.

Zhou Wenqing didn’t know much about calligraphy art, so he talked to Bai Lian about the classes she missed at the Tongfeng group today and about the next literature report.

Bai Lian lowered her head, meticulously straightened her cloak’s sleeve, listened to him finish, then asked, “Professor Zhou, how many members are in your lab?”

Ning Xiao often went to help Zhou Wenqing, and Bai Lian knew Zhou Wenqing was also working on projects at the moment.

The Zhou family studied a variety of fields, with some in politics, some researching literature, and some engaged in scientific research.

Zhou Wenqing lacked a foundation at Jiang University, “Four members, Ning Xiao sometimes comes over to help them, but Ning Xiao is just organizing data.”

The entire mentor group was in a state of limbo.

Zhou Wennan finished chatting with Qiu Xuezheng before getting into the car and leaving.

Zhou Wenqing in the car.

Zhou Wennan sat in the passenger seat and after a few words about Bai Lian and the Calligraphy Association, he remembered the main issue, “Dad went to Xiangcheng to inquire for you, but so far there’s no news.”

Zhou Wenqing’s hand rested on the steering wheel, “No worries, just keep an eye out for me.”

“For the application you submitted, I remember Jiang University has its allocations, right?” Zhou Wennan asked.

Green light, Zhou Wenqing started the car, “The price is high, output even lower, the quotas are limited each year, all allocated to key projects. The portion allocated to my lab was used up by June this year.”

It couldn’t be helped, this was a metal scarce across the entire world.

Zhou Wenqing’s main research focus was also this, and with the experiment halted, he had accepted the task of guiding new students assigned by the Physics Institute, to earn a bit of performance pay to support the lab.

**

Jiangjing University, Girls’ Dormitory 407.

After returning, Bai Lian saw Kong Wei sitting at her spot browsing her phone, with Yu Simin’s hand on her chair, watching along.

And as soon as Bai Lian came back, both their gazes turned towards her, without a word.

Bai Lian paused, first looking towards Xun Qian, who lifted her head from the desk.

Indicating she was clueless.

Fine, Bai Lian closed the door of the dormitory behind her, sat down calmly in her chair, set up her computer, and leisurely logged into WeChat to type out a message for Ning Xiao to send the data over.

She still had to help Ning Xiao with the graphs.

Dean Huang’s message also popped up at that time, a list of academic labs with good atmospheres that he had screened.

Dean Huang: [Choose one]

Bai Lian’s fingertips rested on the mouse, zoomed in for a glance, and didn’t see any familiar names before replying:

[Professor Zhou also has projects. Can we join his lab?]

On the other side of the computer, Dean Huang was surprised, Zhou Wenqing?

Despite being a professor, he was assigned to lead the Tongfeng class, but in reality, he didn’t have many good projects on hand. The masters’ students he led were the same as him; they attended academic conferences more for the refreshments than anything else. How come Bai Lian was interested in him?

Feeling puzzled, Dean Huang drafted a document and sent it to Zhou Wenqing’s email.

Where Bai Lian went wasn’t really a big issue, after all, this was just a stepping stone for her.

After she discussed with Dean Huang, she laid back to slowly draw the graphs.

Meanwhile, Kong Wei exchanged glances with Yu Simin.

Both being avid surfers, they naturally also came across the hottest comparative photo edits of the day. They reacted quite well to the Lanting Award, but they were studying something else…

It was Bai Lian’s old nickname mentioned in the comment section during the Lanting Award: Bai Jian.

Netizens naturally didn’t connect this nickname with Yan Lu’s exclusive composing wizard, as Yan Lu’s arranger was Dean Jian, a venerable figure and a traditional classical music inheritor.

Now the two had collaborated again for a theater with “Blossoms on the Tree”.

In the netizens’ hearts, that “Bai Jian” should be someone of the same generation as Dean Jian.

But then Kong Wei clicked on Bai Lian’s WeChat name—

A prominent “Bai Jian”.

This wasn’t anything.

You could find many Bai Jians online nowadays, but Bai Lian gave her the impression she was very familiar with Yan Lu.

Kong Wei held her phone, a ridiculous idea bubbling up in her mind.

She kicked the floor, sliding her chair next to Bai Lian, “Lian Lian.”

Bai Lian was still drawing her graph, from this angle, one could even see her long curled eyelashes: “What is it?”

“It’s just… what’s your relationship with Sister Lu’s exclusive composer?”