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But Jian Zhongyou is one of the men who study guzheng, and despite being called effeminate as a child for it, he never allowed others’ words to define him.

Throughout history, there have always been male figures among the guzheng masters.

He rose to fame because of “The White Robed Journey,” and from skepticism to the present, his journey has been arduous and long.

He understands the piece very well.

Today, many students performed “The White Robed Journey,” but compared to what he had seen in the video, something was always missing.

The video where one eats a big bowl of noodles, the girl playing in it might not be fluent, and her technique could even be considered rusty.

But only Jian Zhongyou knew the emotions she poured into this piece—

Dazzling, splendid, yet ultimately fading to silence!

To make friends through music.

If guided properly, Jian Zhongyou believed, she could play this piece to perfection!

Valuing and loving talent, he was unwilling to give up on such a promising young plant.

He would rather inquire daily.

One day, he would move this future music academy’s prime student!

The next student to perform was ready, and Jian Zhongyou put down his phone to listen seriously to the performance.

When Pu Xiaohan sent Bai Lian a screenshot of Jian Zhongyou’s message.

Bai Lian had just finished a meeting with the Calligraphy Association.

Jiang Fulai was discussing financial issues with Qiu Xuezheng, who had specially interviewed someone to take charge of the association’s finances.

Bai Lian sat to the side, not quite understanding, so she turned on her phone and worked on practice problems.

While replying to Pu Xiaohan

Pu Xiaohan: [Understood]

Jiang Fulai sat by the Octagon table while Jiang He did not wish to stay with him, learning calligraphy outside with a group of children instead.

Qiu Xuezheng flipped through his notes, then suddenly looked up, somewhat excited, “They’ve drawn up a new bus route across the street, and it’s going to start service next week.”

This matter had not been fully announced yet, and many businessmen had bought up a bunch of properties in advance.

Waiting to sell them after the new bus line opened.

Qiu Xuezheng was also privy to this news.

Jiang Fulai was not surprised by this information, Xiangcheng Culture and Tourism Bureau had good planning.

He rested his left hand on the table, casually leaning against the chair back, appearing languid yet erect, while flipping through the financial report of the association with his distinctively jointed hand, closing the report, “It’s almost there, and in the future, there will be high-speed rail too.”

“Ah? Really?” This news was genuinely new to Qiu Xuezheng.

He sat up with a jolt.

The thought of Xiangcheng being connected by high-speed rail was beyond his wildest dreams.

“Mhm,” Jiang Fulai responded indifferently.

He had seen the plan, and the document wasn’t issued yet. It was held up in Jiangjing, and very few people knew about it. Jiang Fulai, curious about Xiangcheng, had asked someone to check it out.

He handed the notebook back to Qiu Xuezheng casually.

Qiu Xuezheng wanted to ask whether Jiang Fulai had actually read through all those pages of notes.

But he truly didn’t dare to ask.

Jiang Fulai flipped through his phone, which showed several unread messages from Ma Tongfeng.

Dean Ma: [She is very polite and even sends me smiles]

But he had sent Bai Lian several messages about quantum mechanics research, and she had not expressed her views on it.

Dean Ma was really anxious.

Even Jiang Fulai would occasionally indulge him, painting a pie in the sky.

Saying he would find him after finishing research on dark matter.

Bai Lian, not drawing any pie at all, seemed even more like an old man than he did.

Dean Ma: [Polite and aloof, not much of a talker]

Dean Ma: [Can you ask her what she thinks for me?]

Jiang Fulai took a casual glance and replied leisurely—

[How do you know she bought me milk tea today?]

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There was no helping it, Young Master Jiang couldn’t find anyone else to show off to.

Jiang Xiaoniao would bring out an even bigger cup of fruit tea.

Ming Dongheng simply couldn’t understand.

Director Chen…?

He would go fishing with Ji Heng every day and even fraternized with Ji Shaojun as brothers.

Young Master Jiang felt irritated just looking at him.

After going through the list, only Dean Ma was left.

Dean Ma:

On the other end of the phone, Dean Ma was speechless!

Is there something wrong with Young Master Jiang?

After downing a large glass of water to calm himself, Dean Ma, not daring to curse, decided to ask about something else—

[Did you do something to the affiliated middle school?]

Jiang Fulai:

Dean Ma: [They came to me today, asking if there’s something wrong with the chemistry and biology question banks that they missed]

With one glance, Jiang Fulai knew what was going on—

[No, I borrowed them to do practice problems]

Dean Ma:

Great, even when not in Jiangjing, Jiang Fulai could still randomly scare some people to death.