The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 611

Chapter 611: 239 Heritage, Gifts, National Top Scholar’s Grandeur (Part 2)_1

From the driver’s seat, Assistant Yun watched as Academician Ma ascended the splendid golden steps.

His gaze indeed fell on the notebook that Academician Ma carried in his hand.

He had been following closely as an assistant professor alongside Academician Ma for quite some time.

Academician Ma always carried that notebook with him, and although the assistant professor didn’t know what the USB drive was, the notebook must represent the culmination of Academician Ma’s work to date.

Although the code numbers used were excessive, there was no doubt they were of a confidential level.

At the entrance, the manager respectfully assisted the elderly man upstairs.

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As he turned, he seemed to catch a glimpse of infrared light on the steps. He paused momentarily, looked again, but it had disappeared.

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Today, the Sijing Club was very quiet.

The top floor.

When Academician Ma arrived, Bai Lian had just blown out the candles, and Pu Xiaohan had turned on the main lights.

Since Academician Ma couldn’t stay long, he didn’t go inside. He looked at the people in the room, his gaze sweeping past Jiang Fulai and Xu Nanjing, waiting at the door for Bai Lian to come out.

Xiao Bingwen was quietly discussing with Xu Nanjing why Director Chen was so respectful towards that blonde.

Before they could finish their discussion, the manager opened the door again.

“Miss Bai, is there another guest yet to arrive?” Xiao Bingwen asked as he turned his head, only to see Academician Ma standing outside the door, his hair as unkempt as ever, holding a notebook in his hand.

Academician Ma, an international authority on quantum physics.

Laboratories abroad had violated countless regulations for him, yet they couldn’t persuade him to join them.

A living fossil of the physics department.

Xiao Bingwen had only seen him at lectures or in university physics textbooks; now here he was at Sijing.

Xiao Bingwen blinked.

By his side, Xu Nanjing, who had met Shun Yu, was more composed than Xiao Bingwen, though her inner questions were mounting, involving President Jian Zhongyou and Dean Shu.

And now Academician Ma had shown up?

Bai Lian was equally surprised. Academician Ma was typically unconcerned with worldly affairs; his circle was simple, consisting only of physics, with no regard for other social interactions.

What was he doing here?

She glanced at Jiang Fulai, who stood up first. Bai Lian then murmured to Ji Heng that she would go out with Jiang Fulai.

“Academician Ma,” Bai Lian approached the entrance, “why have you come?”

Jiang Fulai lazily followed behind Bai Lian.

Academician Ma hadn’t intended to come, but Jiang Fulai had mentioned that this year was particularly significant for her.

“I heard it’s your birthday,” Academician Ma said, observing the quiet surroundings, free from any disturbance, “This place is quite suitable for reading and research.”

Bai Lian looked around; normally, it wouldn’t be so quiet here.

“Have you read through the algorithms?” Academician Ma didn’t dwell on the environment. He routinely asked Bai Lian a few questions, which she answered one by one, each with her own insights.

It was evident that she had studied them seriously after returning.

Such top-tier geniuses were too rare in the country.

Academician Ma had finally found one, entirely to his liking, who had not yet plunged headlong into the abyss of dark matter like Jiang Fulai had.

He looked at Bai Lian as if seeing the near future, his voice becoming gentler, “These are some insights I’ve had since I started in this field, as well as the USB drive—it contains data I’ve stored. Take your time to go through it during your university days.”

Academician Ma handed over the notebook and USB drive to Bai Lian.

“This…” Bai Lian lowered her eyelashes, looking at the notebook and USB drive.

“Take them with confidence,” Academician Ma said, looking at her and clearing his throat, “If this year is your starting point, then I hope you will carry our dreams to the mountaintop, and you will find the answers along the way.”

The corridor lighting in the club was not bright.

Bai Lian looked at Academician Ma, whose eyes were cloudy yet warm. She had realized at their first meeting that Academician Ma was not in the best of health.

But when she was about to leave Jiangjing, Academician Ma still came to see her off.

“Thank you, sir.” Bai Lian accepted the notebook. Always holding her teachers in high esteem, she observed the traditional respect for mentors.

Academician Ma was not interested in social gatherings, so Jiang Fulai and Bai Lian accompanied him downstairs.

Downstairs, Assistant Yun watched as Academician Ma came down in less than ten minutes, accompanied by two others. Assistant Yun observed the girl with her hair loosely coiled up.

He had not yet had time to be surprised that the Academician had come to see Bai Lian.

His gaze then fell on the man with a straight posture beside her, a man who looked down, his face indiscernible against the club’s entrance light, revealing only sharp jawlines. His entire presence was noble and cold, like the distant moon hanging high in the clear night sky, aloof from the world.

Such a cold aura, the assistant have only seen it in one other person.

He stepped out of the car, opened the door for Academician Ma, looked up, and sure enough, he saw those pale, faint eyes, “Young Master Jiang.”