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106The original first violinist went to find Dean Jian(1/2)

Ning Xiao also packed his things and listened to Tang Ming's call.

When he turned around, he saw the cold expression on Bai Zian's cold white face, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. Even if he didn't speak, Ning Xiao could feel the chill.

The usual laziness no longer exists.

Ning Xiao grabbed Tang Ming's schoolbag strap, his gloomy eyes showed a little light through the black hair on his forehead, and his tone was calm: "I'll give you a place. Whatever you call, get out first."

Very serious and loud.

Tang Ming said "Oh" and recovered his voice.

Bai Xian carried the backpack with her slender fingers, then looked away and walked out the door with a slightly casual attitude.

The two of them followed.

Everyone in the lecture theater watched the three of them leave. When no one was seen anymore, they looked at each other.

"What did Tang Ming just say?"

Someone spoke like a fantasy.

"It seems...it seems that Bai Qian wants to give him the quota."

Chen Zhuzai was well-informed about the Chen family, and he could not suppress his shock at this time.

Everyone in Xiangcheng, and even people in the four major cities, are fighting for Jiangjing University. Even Beicheng No. 1 Middle School only has ten places, and each place is controlled by Jiangjing University.

There are no quotas for this app in the auction house, so there is no price in the market.

Both the Ren family and the Chen family regard it as a treasure, let alone others.

Is Bai Qian really going to give this spot to Tang Ming?

"It doesn't seem difficult to understand," someone in the lecture theater suddenly said, "Ning Xiao and Tang Ming could have such a high score. It should be because Bai Qian shared all the answers with them. After all, Ning Xiao is number one."

Ning Xiao often competes with Chen Zhu for the first or second place in the school, but this time Chen Zhu, with the help of a doctor from Jiangjing University, scored lower than Ning Xiao. This can only mean that there is a master behind it.

Who is this variable due to...

Except for Bai Zian, he didn't think anything else.

"Aren't the three of them in competition?"

They also envied Ren Wanxuan's two team members before.

But now compared to Tang Ming and Ning Xiao, these two team members seem to have nothing to envy.

"What's the competition? Didn't you see that Bai Qian is about to give the app to Tang Ming? The new classmate is really nice to the team members. It would have been nice if I had been chosen randomly..."

Having said this, most people couldn't help but look at Zhu Jiaren who was sitting behind Ren Wanxuan.

They remembered that Zhu Jiaren was also in Bai Qian's group.

Zhu Jiaren didn't look up since she heard about Ning Xiao and Tang Ming's scores.

She has realized...

Ning Xiao doesn't go to help Bai Zian in poverty every night.

Bai Qian has the answer, even clearer than Ren Wanxuan's!

Why didn't she say it before?

If she did, she would never find an excuse to go back to the dormitory...

Exercises, and exercises!

Zhu Jiaren dug out the WeChat account she added of Tang Ming, and she only added Tang Ming——

[What are the exercises that Bai Zian gave us before?]

Tang Ming said nothing and only sent two pictures.

The picture shows the exercises written by Bai Zian, as well as the analysis. Zhu Jiaren didn’t pay attention to the questions Bai Zian sent before, and threw them away without even looking at them. Today is the first time that she has carefully read the questions and analysis.

After reading it, I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.

Only then did she finally know what she had missed.

Outside.

When Tang Ming asked Bai Qian for the tenth time, she finally said, "If you say one more thing, I will transfer it to Zhang Shize immediately."

Tang Ming: "..."

He downloaded the app and registered an account smoothly.

Then he searched for Ning Xiao's account and followed it, but couldn't find it when he searched for Bai Zian. He was about to ask Bai Zian, but saw that Bai Zian had already entered the milk tea shop.

He endured it silently.

**

Ren family.

Meal.

Ren Qian came back from outside and put a gift box in the servant's hand. He glanced around and did not see Ren Wanxuan: "Where is Xuanxuan?"

The servants looked at each other.

Ren Wanxuan locked herself upstairs with a gloomy face from the moment she came back. She never came down and didn't eat dinner.

No one dared to call her.

Ren Qian was surprised. He knew that today was the day when quotas were distributed, and he specially brought a gift back to Ren Wanxuan.

He went upstairs and knocked on Ren Wanxuan's door.

When there was no movement, he directly asked someone to take out the key from the warehouse and open the door.

Ren Wanxuan did not turn on the light, and the curtains were tightly drawn. Ren Qian asked the servant to give her the gift box in surprise, and he reached out to turn on the light in the room.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Ren Wanxuan lying on the bed without taking off her school uniform, Ren Qian took the gift box and said gently: "Grandpa also bought you a gift. Open it and take a look. It's the one you've always liked."

"I don't want it."

Ren Qian looked at Ren Wanxuan worriedly and waved the servant away: "Xuanxuan, tell grandpa who bullied you?"

Ren Wanxuan said nothing.

Ren Qian stood there and looked at her for a long time, then took out his cell phone and prepared to call the principal with a cold face.

Hearing the sound of the button, Ren Wanxuan stood up suddenly, took away Ren Qian's cell phone, and ended the call.

Ren Qian didn't take it back, he just stood there and looked at her.

The principal's call came back quickly, but neither of them read it.

The grandfather and grandson faced off for five minutes before Ren Wanxuan said, "Neither Chen Zhu nor I got a quota."

Ren Qian was no less astonished than Ren Wanxuan. The Ren family had spent so much energy on this spot. He and the Chen family were bound to win these two spots.

Now Ren Wanxuan says that the two of them did not get the quota?

He wanted to ask again, but Ren Wanxuan refused to say a word. She returned the phone to Ren Qian and kicked him out, locking the door again.

Ren Qian took his cell phone and called the principal.

"Bai Xian?"

Ren Qian's surprise was obvious when he learned that one of the two places was for Bai Qian.

In Ren Wanxuan's description, Bai Qian was a person who switched from literature to science, and her comprehensive score in science had always been very low. Ren Qian never expected that there would be Bai Qian.

"Go and apologize to Teacher Li on Monday," Ren Qian knocked on Ren Wanxuan's door twice and said in a deep voice, "You should know with your brain, who in Xiangcheng dares to wear our Ren family's shoes?"

No one spoke inside.

Ren Qian took out his phone and called Ji Shaorong, but no one answered. He turned to the servant and said, "Pick a gift that the girl likes."

This is meant to be given to Bai Zian.

Ren Wanxuan suddenly opened the door. She looked at Ren Qian and said, "Grandpa, go find me the best teacher in Beicheng."

She cannot be compared to Bai Zian.

**

It's about nine o'clock in the evening.

No. 112 Qingshui Street is not closed yet.

Bai Zian came back early to buy milk from a small store. The store manager was sitting on a small bench outside, sharpening a kitchen knife.

She was wearing a blue and white school uniform, her hair was neatly pulled up, and she was holding a notebook in her hand.

When approaching the store.

The store manager stood up with a knife and said, "Xianpian, you came back very early today."

"Well," Bai Zian lazily took a bottle of milk and scanned the QR code to pay with familiarity, "Something happened."

Not far away, pretending to be passers-by, they saw the store manager standing up. Two police officers who had not yet got off work quickly approached and said, "Classmate, you haven't gone back so late?"

He calmly separated Bai Qian from the store manager.
To be continued...
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