The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 709 - : Miss Bai 281 is that composer genius_2
Chapter 709: Miss Bai 281 is that composer genius_2
Bei Tong hesitated before saying they hadn’t left yet.
After hanging up the phone, Bei Tong exchanged a glance with Qin Si.
Between Jiu Yinghui and Gao Shu, neither was easy to offend, and not attending the dinner invited by Jiu Yinghui—wasn’t that losing face for him?
Gao Shu had arranged to practice singing with them after rehearsal in the morning, and although they had just been informed that the practice was unnecessary, Secretary Xue had come in person…
Two big shots.
Qin Si suggested, “How about one of us attends the dinner, and the other goes to get familiar with the song? We can explain to each other?”
Bei Tong put on his scarf, spoke without changing his expression, “Then you go to Vice President Gao’s office, you are more familiar with her and both of you are women. I’ll go to Qingxin Building.”
Mentioning “women” was just a pretext.
In this round of the game, observing the old dean’s reaction, Jiu Yinghui clearly had a slight edge.
And moreover…
It is said that the composer Gao Shu invited has already returned to Beicheng. Whether to practice the song or not, Bei Tong felt that it wasn’t very meaningful, as it was almost confirmed to be Shuo Qingyu’s piece.
Gao Shu’s office.
After Xue Na returned, Bai Lian’s song was still playing on loop on the computer. She approached, marveling, “How did Miss Bai come up with this? Is she really a student at Jiang University?”
“Not only is she a student at Jiang University, but she is also the top scorer of the college entrance examination,” Gao Shu said with a smile.
Originally thinking that Bai Lian was just playing around, Gao Shu didn’t take the child’s actions seriously. Who would have thought that in the end, she would give herself such a pleasant surprise, this feeling of stumbling upon treasure.
“It’s said that the university is the forefront of humanity,” Secretary Xue sighed, “While attending classes, she composed this song. She truly understands this play. The old dean must really like it.”
Outside, Qin Si knocked on the door.
Gao Shu paused the music and let her in.
Qin Si was recommended by Gao Shu herself, and the two were considered familiar. She explained the situation on behalf of Bei Tong to Gao Shu.
But those who could sit here understood the twists and turns of this place.
Gao Shu didn’t speak, but Secretary Xue chuckled, “Boss, the demo that Miss Bai provided had only a female voice. Her composition seems more suitable for a female voice. How about we let Qin Si do all the recording?”
Her words surprised Qin Si.
To record a song meant that after the old dean made a decision, they would first record the theme song, extract the background music, and finally post it to the official account of the theater as a promotional effort.
Why did Secretary Xue’s words seem to presume that the old dean would choose their song?
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Bai Lian returned to Shanhai Apartment, nearing six o’clock.
Dean Shuo had been tense for half a month and was relaxing in Room 103, planning to go ice fishing with Ji Heng next week.
Bai Lian took a plate of fruit to Room 303.
Jiang Fulai returned from the lab in the afternoon, his face cold as he checked on Zhang Shize’s learning progress. The scene was tragically poignant, even Chi Yundai, who wasn’t present, was innocently dragged into it.
It wasn’t until Bai Lian returned that the battle situation eased somewhat.
Bai Lian pushed open the door, hung her cloak on the rack in the corner, and noticed Zhang Shize standing respectfully in front of Jiang Fulai, a departure from the strict demeanor she saw before she left.
Jiang Fulai sat in his chair, a black pen held between his pale fingers, drawing a line on Zhang Shize’s math paper, his phoenix eyes looking down, his voice indifferent, “Last Saturday, the second major problem that Ning Xiao explained was similar to this one.”
It really is terrifying how good some people’s memories are.
Zhang Shize bowed his head and apologized proficiently, “Jiang Ge, I’m sorry.”
Bai Lian walked over to see Zhang Shize’s score on the recent monthly exam spread out on the table—
629, ranked 107th in the entire school.
A rank of 107th in the affiliated middle school meant there was no need to worry about University of Political Science and Law. Chi Yundai was planning to take him there for a moot court simulation this week.
His grandmother was already preparing fireworks at home for these scores.
For Zhang Shize, he could never achieve such a score in ten lifetimes.
But for Jiang Fulai, this level of difficulty was so low he could pass with his feet.
Not only Jiang Fulai, but Zhang Shize had also been taught by He Wen, Xing Lihong, Ning Xiao, Tang Ming, and included Bai Lian—a group of geniuses from Jiang University had already done all they could.
Jiang Fulai felt embarrassed to even mention he had tutored this matter.
Bai Lian crossed her arms in front of her chest, leaning lazily on the table, watching for a while without speaking for Zhang Shize.
Jiang Fulai scolded him for a few minutes, then let him go write down the corrections to his mistakes.
Bai Lian handed him a strawberry, “Teacher Jiang, have some fruit, cool down.”
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Zhang Shize, standing aside, breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Fulai took the strawberry, calmed down, and started discussing serious matters with Bai Lian, “Make sure you take your research group’s paper seriously.”
He didn’t state the reason.
“Are you sure?” Bai Lian raised an eyebrow.
