Chapter 154: 059 He stared dumbfounded as Bai Lian took down the Iridium (second update)_2

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Jiang Fulai glanced at Jiang He, “Chi Lu made dishes for lunch that he doesn’t like.”

Jiang He is particularly picky about food, unlike normal people.

The chefs at the Jiang Family know his preferences, and they always make a dish or two that Jiang He will eat.

But Chi Yundai was unaware, and after realizing Jiang He wouldn’t eat anything, he cautiously added that picky children don’t grow tall, which caused Jiang He to sulk by himself until now.

Jiang Fulai had held back the whole way, not scolding him.

He merely listed the dishes that Jiang He would not eat for Chi Yundai.

Bai Lian nodded; she had gone back and checked last time. Children with autism have peculiar personalities, and almost all the dishes Jiang He refused to eat were of the same type, which might have caused him some trauma.

So even Jiang Fulai held back and refrained from scolding him.

When the three of them arrived at the library, Ming Dongheng just happened to bring Jiang He’s meal over.

He stood silently behind Jiang Fulai, reporting to him, “I’ve already given the stuff to the people from the Traditional Calligraphers Association.”

Ming Dongheng was not familiar with the Traditional Calligraphers Association and did not know Xu Yajun, so he simply referred to the others as “people from the Traditional Calligraphers Association.”

Because Jiang He needed to eat, Bai Lian and the others stayed in the coffee shop on the ground floor of the library.

Jiang Fulai sat in the chair of the coffee shop, casually draping an arm over the back of the chair, his brows conveying a clear sense of aloofness, responding with only a “Hmm.”

Bai Lian crossed her legs, leisurely taking out biology questions and working on them.

“Right,” Ming Dongheng began, seeing that Jiang Fulai seemed in a good mood, “the Traditional Calligraphers Association was asking if you might consider being a judge again…”

Before he could finish, Jiang Fulai looked at Ming Dongheng indifferently.

With a look that said, “Are you kidding me?”

Ming Dongheng: “…”

The one joking wasn’t him, but Chairman Xue.

Waiting until Jiang Fulai withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at him, speaking to Bai Lian beside him, Ming Dongheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out his phone and tagged Jiang Xijue in the group chat.

Ming Dongheng: [@Jiang Xijue The works have been given, Jiang Shao refused everything else.]

This time, Jiang Xijue replied very quickly.

Jiang Xijue: [???]

Jiang Xijue: [You’re still alive?]

Jiang Xijue was very direct: [I don’t believe it]

Xu Nanjing: [Press 1 to prove you’re not a robot]

Ming Dongheng: [Heh.]

Ming Dongheng: [You guys don’t understand.]

He put away his phone, cautiously glanced at Bai Lian, and then puffed out his chest.

Bai Lian spent the afternoon studying in the library.

At four o’clock, she received a call from Qiu Xuezheng, who asked how her practice was going.

When he learned that Bai Lian had been at the library doing homework all day, Qiu Xuezheng was noticeably silent, “You haven’t practiced your calligraphy at all today?”

“Yeah,” in the science and engineering section on the second floor, apart from Bai Lian and Ning Xiao, there was no one else.

Bai Lian held the phone in one hand while methodically drawing with the other.

“Come over to my place, let me see your normal standard,” Qiu Xuezheng suggested diplomatically, “Your principal said you were in good shape last time. Calligraphy requires serious practice, practice makes perfect.”

He pondered for a moment.

Then recalling Bai Lian’s indifferent demeanor from last time, he couldn’t help but feel she was somewhat unreliable.

“I have an old wolf hair brush here and I also have Xuan paper. It would be perfect for you to take back and practice with,” Qiu Xuezheng composed himself, “You should come over and try it.”

Calligraphy is also very strict about the tools used.

For an old calligrapher, wolf hair brushes used for decades are desirable, their tips soft yet resilient, and the brush as a whole strong in waist power.

The older the Xuan paper, the better.

This is also one of the reasons calligraphy is an expensive hobby.

After a moment’s thought, Bai Lian agreed, “Okay.”

Meanwhile, Jiang Fulai, overhearing her conversation with someone, held a black pen between his index and middle fingers, the tip resting on snow-white paper. He looked at his wristwatch on his left hand, “Are you leaving?”

“Yes,” Bai Lian replied languidly as she methodically packed her books, “I’m going to a teacher’s house.”

Jiang Fulai nodded his head. He glanced at Ning Xiao sitting opposite him, tapping his fingertips on the table leisurely.

Then, he carelessly slid the paper across to her.

Ning Xiao tentatively collected the draft paper, “I understand it now.”

Beside him, Pu Xiaohan did not dare to look up.

It wasn’t until Jiang Fulai and Bai Lian had left that Pu Xiaohan lifted her head. She looked at Ning Xiao in awe, “How did you dare to ask him about the question?”

Ning Xiao fell silent for a moment, “Actually, it wasn’t bad.”

Compared to Tang Ming, he was normal.

Pu Xiaohan glanced at the paper in Ning Xiao’s hands, unable to understand anything written on it.

The Qiu Family.

Qiu Xuezheng put aside his work, waiting in the hall for Bai Lian to arrive.

Qiu Boqing returned from outside, “Grandpa.”