Huh?
Bai Lian was so angered she laughed.
She had figured out who the person opposite her was.
Clutching Jiang He's head, did this Song person think she had become jealous of Bai Shaoqi, and that's why she deliberately took away the apprenticeship token?
"First of all, you need to understand one thing, the apprenticeship token was left to me by my mother," Bai Lian stepped out of the library, glancing at the milk tea shop across the road with her slightly squinted eyes that were pitch-black and deep. There was a shallow defiance hiding within her clean and cold beauty, " and another thing, as for my belongings, it's not just about me taking them away—"
"Even if I burned them, what could you do about it?"
There was a pause at the other end of the phone where Song Min was.
Bai Lian indifferently lowered her head and with a "click" hung up the call.
After a moment of thought, she blocked the caller.
Song Min had reminded her, there was still a marriage arrangement between them, it was time to find an opportunity to break it off.
How inauspicious.
Jiang He tugged at the hem of her clothes.
Bai Lian looked down, lazily pinching his cheek with her slender fingers, cool and clear as jade: "You're the cutie here, now tell me, what do you want to drink?"
Two minutes later.
Bai Lian was queuing at the milk tea shop across the street. It was the only milk tea shop in the area, and it was rush hour for people getting off work and leaving classes, so there was a decent-sized queue.
Jiang He didn't like crowded places, so he squatted by the side of the road waiting for her.
It was his first time encountering a problem in life.
A good friend of his offered to buy him milk tea.
Of course, there was a condition—
Jiang He poked his black wristwatch on his right hand, which immediately displayed a floating lightweight three-dimensional interface.
He opened WeChat, hesitated for a long time, and finally sent a message—
[How to quickly learn physics]
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In the center of Xiangcheng.
A standalone Chinese-style manor.
Several people were waiting across the road.
"Dr. Gao, I didn't expect you to visit Xiangcheng; I just received the news yesterday," said a well-dressed elderly man, looking at the young man with exceptional politeness.
If other residents of Xiangcheng were there, they would have been greatly surprised, for this elderly man was Ren Qian, a frequent figure in Xiangcheng news, and one of the city's administrators.
Dr. Gao was quite young and not tall, with glasses perched on his nose.
Upon hearing, as if waiting for something, he glanced at Ren Qian and grunted an acknowledgment without saying much more.
He was accustomed to being the center of attention wherever he was; Ren Qian's admiring gaze was the norm for him.
Ren Qian knew of Dr. Gao's schedule today and came specially to meet him, "Dr. Gao, I've organized a dinner at Wanhe Building for tonight, do you think you'll have time?"
"We'll see," Dr. Gao frowned slightly.
"Alright, just let the teaching assistant know if you find the time," his answer was within Ren Qian's expectations; he was there today just to make his presence felt, "Then, Dr. Gao, we'll be off first—"
Before he finished speaking.
"Zzzzt—" There was a sound.
A black car stopped at the entrance of the manor across the street.
Seeing the young man in a black T-shirt stepping down from the car, Dr. Gao suddenly perked up, stood up straight, and strode towards the other side.
Seeing Dr. Gao's reaction, Ren Qian was taken aback and looked over.
Who could make Dr. Gao wait here for two hours?
On the other side, Dr. Gao was wearing his lab coat, squeezing his way to the entrance of the manor. Following the young man in the black T-shirt inside, he carried with him the pride of his age: "Mr. Jiang, you accepted other countries into CRFS but rejected R Country, merely because you dislike its people. Don't you think it frivolous to let personal feelings interfere with international cooperation?"
As the assistant handed over the letter to Jiang Fulai, he was shocked at the forthright challenge.
Jiang Fulai took the letter, ignoring him.
Continuing to walk, bodyguards blocked Dr. Gao.
Dr. Gao took advantage of a momentary lapse in the guards' attention to break free. As he opened his mouth wide, the assistant, sensing danger, was about to intervene!
However, Dr. Gao's next words were already out, tinged with scorn and anger: "Have you forgotten our university's motto that before scientific research there are no borders? You've long forgotten your original aspiration!"
There was a dead silence!
The atmosphere was as if they had suddenly been plunged into a snowy mountain at 6,000 meters above sea level, the pressure heavy, the icy wind howling and piercing!
Jiang Fulai finally stopped, raising his hand to stop his subordinates and looked down at the other man with an unflappable air: "Who are you?"
He asked.
Dr. Gao had been a genius from a young age, skipping grades and returning from studies in R Country at 26, participating in several global research projects. Just last year, his teacher was elected an academician. Describing him as a top-tier academic force was not an exaggeration.
His resume at Jiangjing University was well-regarded, and all the deans paid him some respect.
Yet in front of Jiang Fulai, he was nameless.
Opening his mouth, almost humiliated, he said, "Gao Jiachen."
"Gao Jiachen," Jiang Fulai nodded, he had particularly pale eyes that emitted a cool mist, and his lips were also pale. He asked calmly in return, "And why would you think I need to explain myself to you?"