16 009 monopolizes the moonlight, Backter Street_2

Ming Dongheng drove off, and Jiang He leaned by the car window, watching Bai Lian.

Jiang Fulai's fingertips lightly tapped the phone screen, and in the dark night, his brows and eyes seemed to be coated with a faint layer of cold frost. After a while, he lit up the screen to send a message—

[Go to the storeroom and find my physics notes.]

**

The convenience store.

Two patrol officers came to buy two bottles of water and chatted with the store manager as if they were catching up on family news.

The store manager answered, puzzled.

Today, before leaving, Bai Lian had asked the store manager to bring her some electric cables. The manager handed them to her, along with a lollipop, covering the QR code and refusing to let her transfer the money: "Hurry back home, it's already dark."

"Oh," Bai Lian put away the cables.

The patrol officers didn't find out anything and left to finish their shift. Once they were gone, a neighbor dared to come over: "What did you do? Went across the river to steal something? Why are the police always watching you?"

"But I am a law-abiding citizen," the store manager opened his mouth in grievance; he was also confused, "I can't figure out what I've done wrong."

Sucking on the lollipop, Bai Lian lowered her pretty eyes and walked innocently into the alley.

Just reaching the entrance of the alley, she saw the old man waiting there.

It was Ji Heng.

Bai Lian hesitated, then quickened her pace.

Ji Heng held a flashlight, only turning it on when he saw her, lighting the pitch-dark alley to guide her home, "You can't rush your studies, take it slow."

Purest Street had streetlights, but the inner alleys did not.

Only the dim yellow light from the homes occasionally flickered.

"I won't." Bai Lian took out her earphones, ready to listen to English vocabulary words and rejecting the suggestion.

Ji Heng: "..."

Seeing Bai Lian eyeing his flashlight, he warned, "...This can't be taken apart."

Bai Lian's gaze was a bit elusive: "Am I that kind of person?"

"But I woke up this morning to find the corpse of my fan," Ji Heng ruthlessly exposed her.

"You just looked at the wrong time, don't believe me, check again in a few days." Bai Lian stubbornly retorted.

**

Meanwhile.

In Xiangcheng's only villa district, the Ren Family.

Ren Qian, as usual, inquired about Ren Wanxuan's studies and explained about Gao Jiachen's situation: "Doctor Gao has not yet replied, you have to strive at school."

Ren Wanxuan nodded, which would normally signal it was time to leave.

But today, she hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Ren Qian was surprised.

"It's about the affairs of my dad's family..." Ren Wanxuan shared the matter regarding Bai Lian with Ren Qian.

Hearing the full story, Ren Qian put down the document in his hand, "Switching from arts to sciences?"

Ren Wanxuan wasn't too concerned, but thinking about the other person's science score of only 85, she shook her head: "A composite science score of 85, I don't know why she wants to study science, and Dad even asked me to teach her."

"Don't listen to him, he has become increasingly muddled these past two years, not knowing the severity," Ren Qian's expression chilled. He valued Ren Wanxuan's academic performance, naturally aware that she had scored a perfect 300 in the science composite, "Doesn't he know how important your studies are?"

He hadn't yet met Bai Lian, but he already had a rather poor impression of her.

For young people, it's important to be stable and pragmatic.

Ren Wanxuan quickly started to rub Ren Qian's shoulders, "Don't be angry, Dad didn't mean to, you know him, he's only focused on his research, he doesn't even remember how old I am."

For many years, indeed, the Ji Family hadn't taken advantage of the Ren Family to cause any trouble.

But Ren Qian was not concerned about the Ji Family's affairs. He softened his tone, advising Ren Wanxuan: "All right, don't worry about the Ji Family's matters. Your father is not clear-headed, but you need to be clear about what is truly important. Next year is the college entrance exam, don't get distracted by other things."

After Ren Wanxuan exited, the Secretary-General spoke up: "Next year's college entrance exam, it's time for someone from Xiangcheng to become the valedictorian, Miss Wanxuan stands a good chance."

"This class has fierce competition, just competing with the Chen family in Xiangcheng will be tough for her," Ren Qian knew a bit of the inside story, he shook his head, "Let's not talk about being the valedictorian of Beicheng, let's focus on Xiangcheng first."

In their eyes, the biggest goal was to be the valedictorian of Beicheng.

As for the national valedictorian, it was unthinkable.

Which year had the national valedictorian not been from Jiangjing?

How could it be someone from another place?

"This is the auction list from White Tiger Auction House for one week from now," the Secretary-General remembered the official matter, "This time there is an authentic piece by Liang Zewen."

At that, Ren Qian eagerly reached out for it, "An authentic piece by Liang Zewen?"

Liang style was one of the most popular scripts, not just favored by the common people but also highly esteemed by the major families and great literati. Therefore, from a young age, Ren Qian made Ren Wanxuan learn Liang style.

Clearly, Ren Wanxuan had made the right move; ever since she was young, she had won many people's favor with her Liang style handwriting.

Authentic pieces by Liang Zewen were rare, with a known authentic piece residing in the private museum of the Chen Family in Jiangjing.