The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

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Bai Lian opened her smartphone and sent a message—

[How much is this guzheng?]

She could certainly tell that the timbre was of exceptional quality.

Teacher Jiang: [2888]

Bai Lian did a quick calculation of the price, compared to Dayong’s cost of living—

[Impossible]

Teacher Jiang: [2.8 billion, transfer the money]

Bai, the student: [.]

The school’s guzheng indeed felt a bit rough; this guzheng was a timely rain for Bai Lian, who, as she pressed on the strings, had a continuous stream of inspiration and quickly wrote down line after line on paper.

“What’s that?” Lance looked over with silver needles pricked in his head.

These characters were completely different from the Chinese characters he had learned; he recognized each character when taken apart, but combining them together was very confusing.

Lance was baffled, wondering if the teacher who was teaching him Chinese had withheld something.

Bai Lian did not bother to explain things that fundamentally could not be explained to foreigners: “Partial paralysis.”

Lance immediately sat up straight.

Outside.

Ren Qian and Ren Wanxuan had arrived in the afternoon, and Bai Lian had not mentioned Ren Wanxuan to Ji Heng. Ji Heng was quite nice to Ren Wanxuan, and now even conveniently invited the two of them to stay for dinner.

“I haven’t finished my homework.” Mentioning dinner, Ren Wanxuan subconsciously spoke up.

She found it hard to understand why Ji Heng was still living here; wasn’t Bai Lian no longer part of the Xu Family? Why not move Ji Heng out and change to a better house?

Ji Shaorong said nothing.

Ren Qian looked at Ren Wanxuan, then turned to Ji Heng with a smile, “She still has tutoring classes today.”

Speaking of this, Ren Qian inquired further, “I’ve hired famous tutors from Beicheng who have taught students admitted to Jiangjing University. How about letting Alian join Wanxuan for the lessons?”

Next to him, Ren Wanxuan bit her lip and glanced at Ren Qian.

But she said no more.

Ji Heng was startled; this could indeed be a good opportunity for Bai Lian, but…

“I will ask her.” He put down the embroidery needle and picked up the tobacco pipe next to him.

Ren Qian and Ren Wanxuan left, and Lance emerged from Bai Lian’s place, pulling out the needles and looking excited: “Eat what?!”

Outside.

Ren Qian turned to glance back, asking Ren Wanxuan, “Do you know that foreigner?”

Lance’s appearance was quite disreputable.

Ren Wanxuan was very averse to the idea of taking classes with Bai Lian, “I don’t know him. All sorts of people are around here.”

Purest Street was a place where all sorts of people could be found.

If it had not been for the Xu Family, she would not have wanted to be here at all this year.

It was just a casual question from Ren Qian.

No one would associate Lance, such a small old man, with a master surgeon.

What he needed to be concerned about was how to mend the relationship with the Ji Family. Fortunately, Ji Heng was quite forgiving towards Ren Wanxuan, his grandniece.

But as for Bai Lian…

Ren Qian had a headache. He somewhat felt that Ji Heng could not sway Bai Lian, so what about the Xu Family?

**

The theme of Bai Xiangjun’s character song was clear.

Lyric and composition were not difficult for Bai Lian; she had many experiences, most of which happened to her personally.

The arrival of Jiang Fulai’s guzheng was opportune, and in less than three days, she had written the entire piece.

However, there was one thing; she used a simplified score, as she had never learned modern music theory, and the original owner’s mind also lacked knowledge of modern music theory.

She could learn modern music theory, but there was no time.

Thursday.

Gym class.

Class 15 and Class 8 were still together, and Bai Lian sat under the shade of a tree, lazily looking at a full page of simplified scores.

Her phone lit up, it was a message from Jian Zhongyou—

[How do you think she plays?]

After listening to it, Bai Lian gave him an evaluation.

Suddenly she remembered something: [Do you know simplified scores?]

Jian Zhongyou took guzheng lessons seriously. He started playing the guzheng at the age of eight, and now, sixty years later, he was more familiar with the guzheng than with himself. He had written many papers on the guzheng and had researched no less than a hundred historical books.

Director Jian: [?]

This was a question directed at Bai Lian.

Bai Jian: [Image]

Bai Jian: [Can you translate this?]

Jiangjing Music Academy.

In the office, President Jian put on his glasses and opened the image Bai Lian sent him. It was a version of the Jianzipu traditional music notation.

He glanced at it, then taking his own guzheng, slowly started to play the notes following Bai Lian’s tune, one by one.

After replicating the entire tune, Jian couldn’t hide his shock.

“President.” A student knocked on the door from outside.

Jian Zhongyou came back to his senses, “Come in.”

Once the student left, Jian Zhongyou hurriedly studied the entire piece, taking a pen and turning the Jianzipu into staff notation. The Jianzipu was just part of his research; by converting it into staff notation, he could string the entire piece together from beginning to end.

After he finished, he played it more smoothly.

The whole piece was majestic, grandiose, and yet tragic. Jian Zhongyou heard such an emotionally complex tune for the first time.

For a musician, receiving such a good piece was simply incredible.

President Jian: [!!!]

President Jian: [Where did you get this?]

He sent the converted staff notation back to Bai Lian.

After physical education class, Bai Lian opened the image and saw the staff notation President Jian had sent her. She didn’t understand it very well, but she could follow it together with the Jianzipu.

She didn’t quite understand why President Jian was so excited.

Bai Jian: [A song I wrote for a friend]

President Jian: [?]

President Jian: [Did you write this????]

Bai Jian: [1]

Jian Zhongyou couldn’t comprehend Bai Lian’s calm demeanor.

It took him a long while to calm down, during which he didn’t even think to ask why Bai Lian didn’t use staff notation to record the music.

After all, these days, few people knew about Jianzipu.

He asked methodically: [Such a good piece can’t be treated lightly. Who arranged it?]

Bai Jian: [Don’t know]

President Jian: […]

**

Friday.

In the Zhang family’s backyard.

Yan Lu was practicing with a spear, and Sister Xin stood in the corner on the phone, “Right, another week, huh…”

After hanging up, Sister Xin couldn’t help but sigh.

Yan Lu pivoted on the spot, and the spear obediently circled around in her hand, smoothly and adeptly.

“Sister Xin, just use the one you bought last time,” Yan Lu put away her spear, her demeanor cool and detached. She had to join the cast the day after tomorrow, and there wasn’t enough time.

Sister Xin frowned, “But…”

She had listened to the demo, and from her non-professional perspective, both the lyrics and the composition seemed somewhat lacking.

It was a minor issue if An Qi and Man Xi made fun of it, but if Yan Lu’s debut song for her role was that bad, it would inevitably lead to an online backlash.

Yan Lu comforted Sister Xin, “I’m not a professional singer anyway; can I still get famous from singing? As long as I perform my part well in the drama, the viewers will change their minds later.”

“Creak—”

The back door was pushed open.

Weng Qi noisily carried a flowerpot inside, greeting the two of them familiarly, “Sister Yan, Sister Xin.”

Following him.

Bai Lian and Ning Xiao each carried a flowerpot.

Sister Xin quickly stepped aside to let the students set down the flowerpots.

Seeing a truck parked outside, she and Yan Lu also helped move a few loads, and the group finished moving the flowerpots in just a few minutes.

Zhang Ma came in from the front with a bunch of colas.

Bai Lian opened the pull-tab of the soda can with one hand, while taking out two casually folded pieces of paper and a USB drive from her school uniform’s pocket and handed them to Sister Xin, “Here’s the song, and the demo is on this USB drive.”

“Ah?” Sister Xin stared at her hand for a good while before taking them absent-mindedly, “You finished everything? You also did the arrangement?”

Bai Lian took a casual sip of her cola, raised an eyebrow, “I only took part in the lyric and music composition.”

“Then who did the arrangement?” Sister Xin reflexively asked.

As for the arrangement—

It was Jian Zhongyou.

In an ordinary day, created by Bai Xiangjun herself, with the composition by the modern music leading figure, President of the Jiangjing Music Academy, Jian Zhongyou, a top-level cross-century collaboration…

…had been born!