Chapter 291: Brother Jiang’s first visit to the Ji Family, the truth is revealed_1
“Miss Bai, you, your meaning is…”
After successive encounters with An Qi and Man Xi, Sister Xin felt the entertainment circle was just like that.
An Qi, having met the more popular Man Xi, backhandedly trampled on Yan Lu while soaring high in her career, and for Yan Lu to encounter the likes of Bai Lian and Zhang Shize was good fortune, but now…
Miss Bai is about to deify Yan Lu.
Bai Lian had already spotted Jiang He at the intersection, her sharpness subdued, once again appearing indolent, “If she wants to grow, I can give it a try.”
Then she casually waved at Sister Xin and picked up Jiang He, who was squatting on the ground.
Ming Dongheng was on a call. Seeing Bai Lian, he ended the call abruptly, “Miss Bai, where to?”
“Calligraphy Association.” She lifted Jiang He into the car.
Ming Dongheng drove towards the Calligraphy Association.
“Sister Xin?” Weng Qi boldly called out to her.
“Ah,” Sister Xin was still standing there. She snapped back to reality, “I’ll treat you guys to a meal another day. I have to find Yan Lu!”
Yan Lu was still shooting in Xiangcheng, and Sister Xin decided to go tell her about this in person.
**
Calligraphy Association.
Jian Zhe was soothing Qiu Xuezheng, “Teacher Qiu, please be gentler with her, don’t be so hot-tempered, take a break, I’ve got this.”
Bai Lian sat down at a corner of the eight-immortal table, pouring a cup of tea for Qiu Xuezheng, her legs propped up as she flipped through the accounts.
Not far off, Jian Zhe was gently explaining a question to Qiu Xuezheng’s granddaughter.
Jiang He ran over to watch and then sat back down next to Bai Lian, shocked, taking a sip of the water Bai Lian had poured for him.
“What’s wrong?” Bai Lian rubbed his head.
Jiang He shook his head silently, quite dumbfounded.
A minute later.
Jian Zhe’s gentle voice gradually became frenetic, “Let me explain it to you one more time, one 10 and one 4, add them together and it’s 14. So one 10 and one 6 added together, how much is that?”
“…14.”
“How much?!” Jian Zhe, who was usually composed and poised, began to lose his cool.
“Ten plus… plus six…”
Jian Zhe, “Right, one 10 and one 6, how much should that be? Think again, think hard, baby!!”
“…10?”
Bai Lian quietly listened, a vein starting to throb on her forehead; sometimes, she felt Jiang Fulai was too harsh on Tang Ming and the others.
Putting herself in their shoes, when Jiang Fulai was teaching Tang Ming and the others, the difficulty must have been similar to Jian Zhe teaching this baby, she thought—
Jiang Fulai: [10+5=15]
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