Chapter 35 035 He is reserved but not competitive, and

he is a garbage picker Ji Shaorong has always been a transparent person in the Ren family.

He rarely comes to the old house of the Ren family. He is quiet and elegant, and he is proud and strong.

He has almost no sense of existence in the Ren family.

Ren Qian is not satisfied with this marriage and rarely cares about this son-in-law until he has this granddaughter who makes him satisfied.

Ji Shaorong only looked for Ren Qian once seven years ago for the matter of Ji Shaojun. After so

many years, this is the first time he has spoken like this in the Ren family.

Even Ren Qian was very surprised by his attitude.

"Okay," Ren Jiawei took out a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table, lowered her head and lit it, "Dad, you have to admit that you are not as good as others, it's not that I look down on them."

Ren Wanxuan looked up at Ren Jiawei and bit her lip: "Mom..."

"Forget it," Ren Qian no longer expressed his opinion, he stood up, "Wanxuan, let's go to Wanhe Building first, your teacher is coming."

He didn't take Ren Jiawei with him.

After everyone left.

Ji Shaorong took out a medicine box from his coat pocket and poured out two pills. Ren Jiawei poured him a glass of water and frowned: "Don't worry about this matter, you know that Wanxuan has always been taken care of by my dad."

Ren Wanxuan is the only descendant of the Ren family. Since she was born, she has been taken by the secretary-general to be raised by Ren Qian.

The two of them can't get involved at all.

The two faced each other, the secretary-general glanced at them indifferently, then turned and walked out.

"I regret handing Wanxuan over to your father." Ji Shaorong put down the cup and pressed his forehead.

"Don't think about it, but..." Ren Jiawei sat down again. She looked at Ji Shaorong and thought: "Bai Shi is quite like your Ji family, but Wanxuan is not like them at all."

"Don't say that again in the future, and don't mention that you want to cultivate Shi Shi. She won't agree." Ji Shaorong swallowed the medicine, put away the medicine box, and shook his head again: "And if Wanxuan hears it, she will make trouble again."

He felt that Ren Wanxuan was very hostile to Bai Shi.

But there was clearly no conflict between them.

"Okay, okay, I haven't said it in front of other people." Ren Jiawei surrendered, "But your niece really doesn't want to... Okay, let's not talk about it."

**

Twelve o'clock, in the private room of Wanhe Building.

Chen Zhuo and Chen Gang are there too.

The head teacher of Class 8 is a teacher who was transferred to No. 1 Middle School. Anyone who is rich and powerful in Xiangcheng will transfer their children to his class.

Chen Gang and Ren Qian are very polite to him.

"Bai Xi gave the quota to Tang Ming?" Hearing this news from Ren Qian and Chen Gang, the head teacher of Class 8 was no less surprised than Chen Zhuo and Ren Wanxuan.

This is a quota for the preparatory camp of Jiangjing University.

Even if Bai Xi really doesn't want it, it can be sold on the black market for at least tens of millions.

But——

it was Bai Xi who did this.

The head teacher of Class 8 also felt that this was something she could do.

"That's right, Bai Shi has always been such a person, not deceiving in secret, and chaste." The head teacher of Class 8 sighed. In his eyes, Bai Shi was like this.

Respectful but not competitive.

Bright but not dazzling.

He really had a high opinion of Bai Shi.

Ren Qian and Chen Gang looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes. Their head teacher of Class 8 was a truly wise and knowledgeable person.

They were very relieved to hand over the younger generation to him. They

had hosted banquets several times, but they had never heard him praise a person so much.

His highest evaluation of Chen Zhe was intelligence.

"To be honest, she is my son-in-law's niece," Ren Qian said with a smile. He saw that the head teacher liked Bai Shi very much, so he said to Ren Wanxuan, "Wanxuan, you should learn more about life from your cousin."

Ren Wanxuan couldn't help it since the head teacher started talking. Later, Ren Qian even told the head teacher that Bai Shi was her cousin!

Especially...

he asked her to learn from Bai Shi.

She was so smart that she had guessed Ren Qian's thoughts.

Ren Wanxuan held the chopsticks and still controlled herself to make the most perfect manners.

She stood up and apologized, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I was too impulsive."

"I hope you can listen to me." The head teacher of Class 8 raised a glass to her and drank the glass of wine.

Then he said goodbye to Ren Qian politely, neither humble nor arrogant, "Mr. Ren, Mr. Chen, I still have lessons to prepare, so I'll leave first."

After everyone left.

Chen Gangcai asked Ren Qian: "I didn't expect that the old Ji's niece is so amazing. Have you asked her who her teacher is?"

"I don't know." Ren Qian knew very little about the quiet and ordinary Ji family.

The secretary-general was on the side, humbly pouring sake for the two of them, "Sir, why didn't you ask Teacher Li to let Bai Zhu transfer the quota to Miss Wanxuan or Master Chen?"

Chen Gang picked up the wine glass, lowered his eyes and drank lightly, without saying a word.

Silently supporting the secretary's idea.

He didn't know much about the Ji family, but in his eyes, the Ji family was no different from passers-by.

"We can't control Teacher Li," Ren Qian thought of Ren Jiawei and Ji Shaorong again, and he pressed his temples: "Don't mention this matter again."

The secretary general stood aside and listened, his expression slightly gloomy.

The banquet was over.

Ren Qian went to handle work, and the secretary general sent Ren Wanxuan back.

When they got in the car, the secretary general looked at the rearview mirror and said, "Miss, you have to walk out of your own castle, and take back the cheese that has been moved. You are like the mouse Hem Hem now, but I think you can become Ji Ji."

**

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Jiang Fuli's residence.

Director Chen was still waiting for the two to get up.

The phone rang, it was the men stationed in Xiangcheng, he quickly picked it up, walked outside, and then said: "Speak."

The voice on the other end was respectful, "Master, Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School said that the school anniversary will be in a few days. Do you want to go?"

The Chen family has always valued Xiangcheng.

Every year, funds are allocated to Xiangcheng to protect the safety of Xiangcheng. Although most of this money comes from the Jiang family...

so even though Xiangcheng is on the border of several countries and there are many refugees.

After all, no one dares to cross Qingshui Street to cause trouble.

In addition to the defense of Xiangcheng, another part of the resources are given to Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

This year, the side branches left in Xiangcheng have a good performance. The Chen family reported it and asked Academician Ma to get a place in the reserve camp for Xiangcheng.

Every year, when Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School has a celebration, people stationed in Xiangcheng will be invited.

This year, Director Chen was also there, and his subordinates called to ask Director Chen if he wanted to go and watch.

"Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School?" Upon hearing that it was Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, Director Chen paused for a moment, he calculated the time, "Let me check the schedule."

Wang Youfeng was not in the mood because he could not find him.

"The principal of No. 1 Middle School said that there is a student in their school who writes Liang style well this year." His subordinates obviously understood Director Chen very well.

The Chen family, especially the old man, prefers Liang style and young people who can play the guzheng.

It would be even better if they can play "White Clothes Journey", so almost everyone in the Guzheng Association can play this song, but not many can play it completely.

After saying this, Director Chen was obviously hesitant, "Really? Then I have to go and see."

Finally, there was the sound of footsteps upstairs.

Director Chen quickly hung up the phone, walked into the hall and looked at the wooden staircase.

Jiang Fuli came down slowly from the building. He had just finished a shower, and his half-dried hair was slightly damp. He was only wearing a black silk robe, tied tightly in the middle, and holding a calculator in his cold white fingers.

"Mr. Jiang." Director Chen lowered his voice.

"Yes." Jiang Fuli sat on the sofa and turned on the computer.

The servant brought a simple meal.

Director Chen sat down cautiously, "Someone has seen Wang Youfeng in the Qinglong Bar. I have sent people to stake out."

"Bar?" Jiang Fuli browsed the papers submitted by the team members, and his light eyes narrowed slightly.

Mr. Jiang has never been to a bar in his life.

Director Chen thought for a moment, "I'm waiting for Mr. Ming to get up. Let's go explore the way first. Mr. Ming wants to go to the fighting arena to find Teacher Zhu. Tongpa has put too much pressure on them."

Jiang Fuli hummed, closed his computer, turned around, took out a black card from the drawer and handed it to Director Chen.

Director Chen's eyes lit up and he quickly took it with both hands.

"By the way," Director Chen remembered that Bai Zhu was also wearing the school uniform of Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School last time, "Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School will have a school anniversary next week. Do you want to go to the ceremony?"

Jiang Fuli picked up the chopsticks and ate slowly, "I don't have time."

"Okay." Director Chen nodded.

Miss Bai didn't have any performances?

He thought Miss Bai would have a performance.

But it's true, Bai Shi is just like Jiang Fuli, who has the guts to let Jiang Fuli perform?

Are you trying to kill yourself?

**

Library.

At noon, Bai Shi and Lu Xiaohan went to eat hot pot across the street.

Lu Xiaohan only lasted for the whole morning, and after eating hot pot, she went home to watch TV series.

Before leaving, she squatted beside Jiang He and smiled: "By the way, little bird brother, next Wednesday we will have our school anniversary, and there will be a show by your sister Bai Shi, remember to watch it when you have time."

Jiang He didn't say anything, just slowly raised his head and glanced at Lu Xiaohan.

Lu Xiaohan probably knew that Jiang He might have personality problems, and didn't care.

After that, she stood up again and said to Bai Shi: "If your family has time, you must ask them to come and see, otherwise it would be a pity."

Bai Shi didn't know if Ji Heng had time.

But Ji Shaojun definitely didn't have time, he had to teach students.

"Okay." Bai Shi lazily took out her headphones.

Jiang He followed behind Bai Shi, silently noting down the time.

"What's your account number?" Back in the library, Tang Ming remembered Bai Shi's Jiangjing reserve camp account number, and he lowered his voice.

Ning Xiao also raised his head.

Bai Shi leaned back, crossed her legs, and tapped the table lazily with her fingertips, "Bai Pick."

"Sister Bai?" Tang Ming thought it was a bit cool.

Bai Shi glanced at Jiang He and raised the corner of his mouth, "Bai Shi, the one who picks up trash."

Jiang He lowered his head.

He took out the dictionary expressionlessly.

He started flipping through it.

Picking up trash?

Tang Ming didn't dare to ask anything else. He took out his mobile phone and searched for "Bai Shi". No wonder he couldn't find Bai Shi's name.

Ning Xiao also took out his mobile phone.

This time the account name is correct, Tang Ming can find it with a search -

Account name: Bai Li

Points this month: 0

"Sister, haven't you started practicing yet? The explanations are awesome," Tang Ming said in a low voice, "and there are video explanations, which are really worth watching..."

But after getting the points, he only got a few hundred points this month, and Tang Ming has already noticed how big the gap is between him and the others here.

As he spoke, he glanced back casually.

Total points: 0

Followers: 1

Number of fans - 1258

...?

Tang Ming almost lost his voice, "Hey, no -"

Bai Li turned a page of the book, raised his head, his posture was lazy, and his faint expression was extremely oppressive.

Tang Ming swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

**

Monday morning.

Bai Xi finished a Chinese class, with one hand lazily resting on the desk, and with the other hand taking out a biology book and flipping a page.

She lowered her eyes, and her fingers seemed like wet white jade in the morning light. She

happened to see the structural diagram of Paramecium.

She couldn't help but laughed suddenly.

"What are you laughing at?" Lu Xiaohan, who was stunned, came to her senses and was confused, "Mother Lu is calling you outside."

After Bai Xi went out, Lu Xiaohan stared at her biology book.

It's just a structural diagram of Paramecium, which looks like a straw sandal pad. Is it so funny?

Outside, Lu Lingxi was teaching a group of boys.

Seeing Bai Xi, she relaxed.

"Teacher Li is looking for you," Lu Lingxi held the test paper and pointed to the second floor, "The office is downstairs."

Bai Shi raised her eyebrows, she nodded, and turned to the second floor.

The head teacher of Class 8 was sitting in the office, wearing glasses and writing lesson plans. When he looked up and saw Bai Shi, he smiled, and his serious face softened: "Student Bai."

"Teacher." Bai Shi lowered her eyes and wore her school uniform obediently.

Her long eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow on her eyelids.

"I heard that you gave the quota to Tang Ming," the head teacher of Class 8 pondered for a moment before saying, "This opportunity is rare. Can you tell me what you are thinking about?"

Bai Shi said nothing.

He took out his mobile phone openly and showed him a blue app on the phone.

The head teacher of Class 8: "..."

Ok, he understood too.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He handed her a chemistry notebook and said, "Okay, go back."

"Thank you, teacher." Bai Xi took the chemistry notebook with both hands.

After she left, the head teacher of Class 8 was still looking at Bai Xi's tall and thin back.

He sighed.

If the Ren family didn't say it, who would know that this girl was a relative of the Ren family.

At the door, Ren Wanxuan, who was about to come in, passed by Bai Xi and looked at her more.

Then he went to get his homework.

"Ren Wanxuan, I want to talk to you about something," the head teacher of Class 8 smiled slightly, not as relaxed as he was in front of Bai Zhuo. He straightened his face, "There will be a gentleman coming on the school anniversary. You will receive him together with the principal. Spend more time practicing calligraphy in the next two days." There

are many people in the school who know Liang style.

Even Chen Zhe knows it.

But none of them are as good as Ren Wanxuan.

The big shot in the school?

That can only be the Chen family in Jiangjing.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhe looked at each other, and they both thought of the old man Chen who they had met once.

But since then, Chen Gang has not been able to invite each other again.

Today, Ren Wanxuan seemed to have lost her previous arrogance. She nodded, "Teacher, I understand."

This was a big event in the school. The head teacher of Class 8 looked at Ren Wanxuan, thinking of her beautiful handwriting, and her expression softened. "Wanxuan, you are a smart child. The teacher hopes that you will become better."

Ren Wanxuan bowed her head and thanked him.

Suddenly, she spoke with some grievance, "When you asked me to make the answers public to the training class, I disagreed, but I didn't see Bai Shi give us her answers. Teacher, you are too unfair to me."

Why is she a frog in the well, while Bai Shi is virtuous?

"Ren Wanxuan," the head teacher of Class 8 looked at her for a long time before speaking, "How do you know that she didn't give you the answers?"

"What?"

Today's King of Dragging: I'm busy.

Tomorrow's Brother Jiang (face pain): I'm busy?

Good night everyone.