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Chapter 121: How is the performance of Jiangjing’s teacher, number 048?

She gave a slight nod to the three people, then turned and walked out of the office with an air of calm detachment.

It was not about losing face.

She really didn’t care about that business card.

Ren Qian had always been able to control his emotions, his every action aimed at ensuring his own welfare first and foremost.

To plug the gaps above and cover the bases below was the principle upon which he survived.

This reshuffling in Xiangcheng had unavoidably affected him, his misjudgment that Bai Lian could play the guzheng, let alone “The White Robed Journey,” was something he had not anticipated.

But it wasn’t as if Ren Qian had no remedy.

Now Ren Jiawei was eagerly trying to find a guzheng teacher for Bai Lian, and Ren Qian could tell that Bai Lian also wanted to seize this opportunity to leave a better impression on Elder Chen.

So he did his best to find a well-known guzheng teacher in Xiangcheng, yet he had not expected Bai Lian to react this way.

Even Ren Wanxuan was very surprised.

“Dean Jian?” Ren Wanxuan was the first to react, she turned back to look at the secretary, “Who is that?”

Which Jian?

“There’s no such person in Xiangcheng,” the secretary also regained his composure, bending over to pick up the business card from the ground, “Mr. Ren, since she looks down on it, we’ll find someone else…”

“Forget it,” Ren Qian stood up, his eyes growing dark, “since she looks down on it, let her find a better teacher. After all, she’s from the Ji Family, she’ll experience setbacks eventually.”

Lacking vision, overestimating oneself.

Ren Wanxuan apologized, he took out the business card…

In the adult world, there are no permanent enemies. They scorn each other, yet also court each other’s favor, being hypocritical and inconsistent. The first step into society is to adapt to this resilience, to the rules of this world.

Bai Lian like this, Ren Qian had seen before.

But even the toughest bone would eventually be broken, bit by bit, by this world.

She had the ability and was smart enough, but—

Her backbone was too rigid.

Hearing Ren Qian’s words, Ren Wanxuan’s eyes lit up with pleasure, but fearing it would show, she quickly looked down again, “But even Teacher Yue won’t take her, where else in Xiangcheng can we find a better teacher?”

As for Dean Jian…

None of the three people on the scene, Ren Qian, Ren Wanxuan, and the secretary, had ever heard of him.

They weren’t particularly familiar with the guzheng. As far up their circles went, they only dared dream of Beicheng. They would never think of, nor guess, that the person they looked down upon had obtained a master’s invitation from Dean Jian—

Who was not from one of the four great cities, but a teacher from Jiangjing!

“Mr. Ren,” the principal smiled warmly as he saw Ren Qian off, then walked back to the school side by side with Ren Wanxuan, “I saw on the news that Mr. Qiu has returned. Do you think he could spare some time for a lecture to our senior students?”

Mr. Qiu mostly resided in Beicheng and rarely spent time in Xiangcheng.

He was the Cultural Development Ambassador of Xiangcheng, having risen from a humble background to profound achievements in calligraphy. Having him lecture would undoubtedly be the best example to set.

Ren Wanxuan was Mr. Qiu’s last closed-door disciple.

This was no secret.

“I’ll ask my teacher,” Ren Wanxuan said.

“That would be great, Ms. Ren,” the principal was very pleased, Ren Wanxuan was much easier to deal with than Bai Lian and Ning Xiao, “Also, there is a tourism promotion activity for our city next week with journalists attending. Please come to school on Saturday to go through the process.”

When Bai Lian returned to her class,

it was almost time for lessons to start.

“Is everything okay?” Pu Xiaohan turned to look at her, followed by Zhang Shize’s inquisitive gaze.

Bai Lian pulled out her textbook, shaking her head.

Her gaze glanced at the schoolbag on the neighboring seat, causing her hand to pause momentarily.

“Yang Lin has returned,” Pu Xiaohan noticed her gaze, his delicate brows furrowing, “Lu Mum called her to the office.”

The office.

Lu Lingxi reached out, wanting to brush aside Yang Lin’s hair to check if her forehead had been injured, but Yang Lin stepped back, “Teacher.”

Yang Lin’s voice was always quiet, her eyes calm, with scarcely a ripple.

Yet her entire demeanor was like a high wall erected,

cutting her off from everyone else.

“You…” Lu Lingxi’s eyes reddened slightly, “come stay at my house.”

Yang Lin shook her head, “He will find out.”

Yang Lin’s hair was long, nearly covering her eyes.

The little that was visible, which should have shown the vibrancy of youth, seemed instead like a stagnant pool.

“Yang Lin,” Lu Lingxi wanted to touch her head but withdrew her hand, “you must… make it out of Xiangcheng.”

Listening to Lu Lingxi’s words, Yang Lin seemed slightly dazed.

She turned and left the office.

Lu Lingxi watched her hobbling figure recede.

The bell signaling the start of class rang.