Chapter 897: 354 is just revisiting the peak Chapter 897: 354 is just revisiting the peak Did Jiang University’s prep camp have a player with over sixty million points?

Of course, they did.

Everyone remembered the one who suddenly appeared in the top ten last year.

Then slowly surpassed He Wen, surpassed the scholars from Ma Institute… and finally reached second.

With her speed, everyone on the app knew that it was only a matter of time before she scored full points, she was the first to reach this position step by step in front of all of them.

It was only after the Mu Family announced their members that so many people flocked to them.

Some had guessed who that second place was, all guessing it was someone from an overseas lab.

No one expected to see that name at Jiang University.

“Is this the ‘God-picker’?” Yu Simin gripped the banner in her hand tightly, while her other hand pinched Kong Wei’s arm.

Kong Wei stood beside her, “It’s her, it’s really her, our roommate!”

As the two spoke, the alumni of Jiang University nearby also exploded.

“The ‘God-picker’ is actually her? What kind of genius is this?”

“Right, and there’s also Ning Xiao, he’s from her class, isn’t he? What kinds of people were in last year’s college entrance exams?”

“…”

These two days were Jiang University’s most bustling freshman orientation ceremony, yet this year, it was overshadowed by the addition of two new students to the “celebrity list”, with not many posts discussing the newcomers on the school forum.

The quality of this year’s freshmen wasn’t as explosively impressive as last year with several prodigies.

All were overshadowed by the posts about the ‘God-picker’ and the ‘Celebrity Wall’.

This was also the result the school wanted, to advocate for academia, to celebrate benchmarks, so as to produce more benchmarks.

The university town’s forums were also madly filled with a flurry of posts–
[God-picker!!!!!]
[Am I witnessing the birth of a new god!!!!]
[Ahhh, it’s actually her!!!!!]
[…]
**
The campus exploded.

Bai Lian’s WeChat groups were also exploding, with students from Tongfeng class and former foundational theory classes, all frantically tagging Bai Lian and Ning Xiao.

Especially Bai Lian.

Aside from Gao Wen’s group, classmates from Tongfeng often asked her questions.

She was gentle and polite.

Everyone felt close to her.

Bai Lian was in room 303, drawing a pattern of flowers on the table, looking at the buzzing phone, she replied a few messages before realizing the group messages were flooding even faster, so she quietly put down her phone.

If it had been Jiang Fulai, let alone these classmates, even Dean Huang and the president wouldn’t dare to tag him.

When Xun Chun and Xiaoqi arrived, Bai Lian had just completed a drawing of iris flowers.

Xiaoqi’s legs had recovered about seventy to eighty percent and he walked over.

He was also holding the planning proposal from Beicheng.

Bai Lian set down her brush and reached out to take Xiaoqi’s planning proposal, surprised that Xun Chun also came over today.

While looking at the planning proposal, she inquired about Xiaoqi’s recent rehabilitation training.

“I can move like a normal person now,” Xiaoqi said nonchalantly about his legs, “Dr. He has been giving me acupuncture every day.”

Xun Chun went to boil water in the kitchen.

Room 303 was still arranged by her, as Bai Lian’s stuff was placed just as originally situated without much change, Xun Chun boiled the water and incidentally made a pot of tea, pouring some for both of them.

Occasionally, she answered Bai Lian’s questions about Xuankang Headquarters.

Jiang He and Xiaohan were still in Xiangcheng and hadn’t returned, making room 303 quite deserted.

**
At the building entrance.

A taxi pulled over.

Ning Xiao got out from the passenger’s side, and Yang Lin with black-rimmed glasses followed from the back seat.

Both went to the back of the taxi to retrieve their luggage.

Yang Lin was still on the phone with Xia Zhuoyu, “Teacher, yes, I’ve arrived, I’ll head to the school after dropping off my luggage.”

Originally, Yang Lin wasn’t supposed to return for another two days, but Xia Zhuoyu suddenly needed her back, she hurried back to Jiangjing with Ning Xiao, taking advantage of the start of the school year when the entrance to Jiang University was crowded; she decided to first return to Shanhai Apartment.

At the door of room 303, Yang Lin placed a hand on her suitcase.

One hand pressed the doorbell.

By her side, Ning Xiao was reading a paper.

The door opened from the inside, and a tall woman in a white T-shirt and light-colored jeans greeted them, her curly hair lazily draped behind her head, a lit cigarette held between her fingers.

Yang Lin’s eyelashes were slightly lowered; she hardly looked at people.

A pair of pitch-black eyes hidden behind the lenses.

At that moment, seeing the woman who opened the door, those pitch-black eyes trembled.

It seemed the woman opening the door hadn’t expected Yang Lin to be the one ringing the bell either, she too stopped at the doorway.

The two stared at each other, neither willing to look away.

In the midst of this strange atmosphere, Ning Xiao realized something was wrong. He put down his phone, looked up, and greeted Xun Chun expertly, “Sister Xun Chun.”