The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 221: Elder Bai is an authority wherever he goes; the Bai family mistook the fake for a real gem!_3
She continued to look down, noticing that the Chinese medicine exam consisted of four subjects. The first one was the foundational theory of Chinese medicine along with herbal medicine, which wasn’t a problem, but then she saw “Internal Medicine of Western Medicine”…

Doom.

Bai Lian looked up, pondering that this certificate was not absolutely necessary to pursue.

She wasn’t really a formal practitioner of Chinese medicine.

She had only been taught a few sets of acupuncture by the Imperial Physician.

When she was in the military, she had frequently practiced by giving acupuncture to the soldiers.

She searched for acupuncture therapy certification. Not bad, this was a certificate she could accept.

Back to WeChat.

She noticed an addition to her friend requests—a new person’s card:

[Ma Tongfeng]

Bai classmate: [Image]

Bai classmate: [.]

Jiang Fulai replied quickly, “It’s him.”

Bai Lian went back and clicked to accept the friend request. Ma Tongfeng’s online name was his real name.

Bai Lian: [(Smile)]

He must have been busy because it took him five minutes to see that Bai Lian had accepted. He hastily replied to her message, “Your mathematical and physical logical reasoning are very good, are you interested in physics?”

Bai Lian indeed had an exceptional talent in mathematics and logic.

In the past, when Bai Zhongyu and Chen Ye were studying at the Imperial College, 16-year-old Bai Zhongyu would coerce 8-year-old Bai Lian to help him with his Imperial College homework.

Bai Lian’s clerical script was forcibly practiced from that time.

When Chen Ye was fifteen, he skipped school to go horseback riding, and her two brothers forcibly dressed her up as a boy and made her go to the Imperial College in place of Chen Ye.

Over time, the teachers at the Imperial College all knew she was being tormented by her two brothers.

They basically turned a blind eye to it.

That day’s lesson happened to be on “Zhou Bi Suan Jing,” a required course of the Imperial College.

She answered the questions fluently—it was the first time Liang Zewen noticed her.

That was Bai Lian’s first encounter with mathematics, and later on, she also became familiar with “The Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art,” the Pythagorean theorem, trigonometry, circle cutting… she knew them all.

Even in this world, after she rounded out her knowledge in integral calculus and differential calculus, mathematics and physics were still her strong suits.

In her era, mathematics was leading the world, and Bai Lian was always very confident in her culture and in what she learned from “Zhou Bi Suan Jing.”

Only chemistry…

She was really starting from scratch.

Bai Lian: [Right]

Ma Tongfeng: [Link: ]

He sent Bai Lian three links in a row: [These are quite interesting, classmate. Dark matter is not at all fun; quantum mechanics is the real essence (Smile)]

Bai Lian: [Okay (Smile)]

The two exchanged information amicably, both very satisfied with each other’s smiles.

All the citywide joint exam papers were scanned into computers and uploaded to the “Beicheng Education System.” Finally, the grading was done uniformly on machines.

The rules and regulations were nearly identical to the Gaokao.

Everyone would log in to the education system to check their scores and rankings.

This was also a big event for the Beicheng Education System. Grading exams would take three to four days, and the results would be tabulated and ranked by the system. By Monday, everyone could log in to the system to check their scores.

In most cases, each school would compile and re-rank the scores of their own students.

Saturday.

Jiangjing Music Academy.

Bai Qiming and Song Min both accompanied Bai Shaoqi to attend the audition for Master Jian’s disciples; among the many candidates were not a few of Jiangjing’s nobility.

Bai Shaoqi picked up her performance number, and although the three of them could move heaven and earth in Beicheng,

here, they were no different from ordinary people.

Only by jumping out of the fishbowl can one realize how big the world is.

“Inside sources say that Master Jian’s disciples will shrink from two to just one this year,” whispered a beautifully dressed woman ahead, talking with the young man beside her.

The young man was shocked, “Just one?”

Spots were already tight, how come it suddenly changed to only one?

“I heard that one spot has already been decided…”

A group of people were discussing the latest news.

Bai Qiming quickly turned to Song Min, “Do you know about this?”

It was no secret that Song Min’s mother was from Jiangjing, and the Song Family’s information network was always ahead of any in Beicheng.

“I had no idea,” Song Min shook his head, the Song Family was not all-powerful.

In this circle, the information disparity was controlled by a few.

The Song Family from Beicheng just took advantage of the fact that Song Min’s mother was from Jiangjing.

She would know many policies in advance, as well as news about education and economics.

However, compared to those who were truly in the upper echelons of Jiangjing, the Song Family’s informational advantage was insignificant.

“Only one spot,” Bai Qiming looked at Bai Shaoqi, knowing the chances were slim but still offering encouragement, “Perform well, even if Master Jian doesn’t notice you, there will be other teachers who will value you…”

Bai Shaoqi went in carrying her instrument.

She played a perfect rendition of Master Jian’s signature piece”The White Robed Journey.”

She was very skillful, and her emotion was exactly right.

Several teachers around nodded, “Very good, has the makings of a concertmaster.”

Master Jian, sitting in the center, also nodded slightly after listening, uttering a “hmm” and gave her 80 points.

Bai Shaoqi had always been composed. Hearing this high score, she was overjoyed, showing happiness for the first time, “Thank you, teachers!”

She bowed.

Exiting the hall, the looks in Bai Qiming and Song Min’s eyes were full of anticipation.

She nodded slightly, her demeanor modest yet calm, “Master Jian gave me 80 points, he said I have the makings of a concertmaster.”

It wasn’t the highest score of the day, but it was definitely within the top five of Master Jian’s scores.

Many students and parents nearby couldn’t help but come over to chat and make friends upon hearing this, “80 points, you’re quite impressive, you’re sure to get into Master Jian’s academy…”

If she couldn’t become his personal disciple, entering his academy was more than sufficient.

Suddenly, the previously ignored trio of Bai Shaoqi were surrounded by many wanting to befriend them and add them as friends.

Bai Qiming finally puffed up his chest; he smiled as he added quite a few Jiangjing business parents as friends, then he shared the great news with the Bai Family Clan!

The Bai Family Clan immediately lit incense and set off firecrackers in the ancestral hall.

The clan’s great uncle even offered incense to the ancestors, murmuring a prayer, “These two siblings are truly dragons and phoenixes among men, bringing great honor to our Bai Family. Having their names recorded in the city’s history is just around the corner.”

“It was fortunate that you visited them three times that day to bring these siblings back,” commented the clan leader admiringly. At that time, he had not favored the illegitimate children, but now he had to admit, the great uncle’s vision was extraordinary, “You indeed have foresight. The Bai Family boasts a top scholar and will soon have an artist as well…”

“You shouldn’t have gotten involved when Qiming and Ji Mulan divorced,” the great uncle lectured him, “Luckily, Shaoqi didn’t bear a grudge, or else we would have lost out much more.”

As for Bai Lian and Ji Mulan, they had long been forgotten.

Jiangjing Music Academy.

Bai Shaoqi received a flood of congratulatory calls and messages from the Bai Family.

Bai Qiming also sent red packets in the group chats and boasted on his social media.

Meanwhile, in the concert hall, Master Jian Zhongyou, waiting for the next performer, couldn’t help but take out his phone and sent a private message to a blogger

[Hello, did she agree today?]