MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning

   Mainly because I just finished talking to a person surnamed Jane.

  Lu Xiaohan is not familiar with Jian Zhe, and the two of them haven't met a few times, so she just smiled, "I met someone on a short video."

  She was on high alert. Except for the people in Class 15, no one else knew her online account.

  People you met on the short video?

   Oh, friends.

   Jian Zhe nodded.

  Bai Po was sitting lazily beside a child's stool, with one leg bent, and a casual posture.

  With a brush in his hand, he wrote a word under the shocked gaze of the kid.

  After finishing writing, she put down the pen in a calm manner, walked outside the door, and talked to Lu Xiaohan, "Are you two still chatting?"

  Bai Po was very surprised.

  Guzheng is not her strong point, her technique is not high, "White Clothes" plays well only because she is the original author.

  Lu Xiaohan shrugged and showed Bai Po the phone.

  Bai Po lowered his head—

  Jian Zhongyou: [? 】

  Lu Xiaohan hasn't replied to him yet.

  Bai Po turned up, from bottom to top, we can see the changes in the styles of the two.

  From【Today? 】【without. 】

   to [1? 】【1. 】

   Until now.

  The two sent messages almost every day, but Lu Xiaohan didn't ask Bai Po every day, especially during the time when Zhang Shize had an accident.

  But Dean Jian is really persistent.

  Bai Po thought for a while, and returned the phone to Lu Xiaohan, "Give him my contact information."

  Lu Xiaohan was taken aback.

  Then ecstatically, she took her mobile phone and sent it to Dean Jian—

  【! 】

  【! ! 】

  【! ! ! 】

  **

  Jiangjing Conservatory of Music.

  Jian Zhongyou was in the conference room, listening to a group of people having a meeting. He had a solemn complexion, with slightly deep wrinkles on his face. Although he played Guzheng all the year round, he did not appear feminine.

   After sending a message to Yichidawan as usual, he put his phone aside.

   After so many days, he has almost given up hope.

  I thought it would be the same result today.

  In the meeting, the principal was still talking about the student plan, "We are going to recommend you to the Royal Academy of Music in three batches..."

   While listening, Jian Zhongyou picked up the thermos cup next to him, unscrewed it, and took a sip.

  The phone lights up.

——

   Eat a big bowl: [! ! ! 】

   Several lines of exclamation marks.

  Jian Zhongyou: [! 】

  Jian Zhongyou: [! ! 】

  Jian Zhongyou put down the cup with a "snap" and was very excited. After such a long time of tacit understanding, he already knew what it meant to eat a big bowl——

   She agrees!

   His movement shocked the teachers next to him: "Dean Jian, are you okay?"

  The teacher glanced, only to see several rows of exclamation marks.

   Puzzled in my heart, it turns out that Dean Jian likes exclamation points?

  He was thoughtful.

   "It's okay." Jian Zhongyou shook his head, motioning for the principal to continue. He held his mobile phone, looked again, and sent her a WeChat message after eating a big bowl.

  Jian Zhongyou squinted his eyes and copied it, and returned to WeChat to search.

   is a tower portrait—

   Directly request to add friends.

  **

  Bai Po saw the friend request and clicked on it.

   There are several unread messages on the phone.

  Tobu: [There is an assessment at the end of the year, do you want a recommender? 】

  Bai Po replied: 【Can you】

  Tobu: [Yes, but he also needs to pass the assessment]

  Bai Po is naturally aware of this, but Ming Dongheng is a bit far behind.

  Bai Jian: 【Thank you】

  After she finished replying, she greeted Dean Jian again and told him that she had no intention of continuing to learn guzheng, so she went directly to the library.

   Today Jiang Fu left for the next city.

  Not at home, nor in the library, Ming Dongheng took Jiang He and stood downstairs in the library waiting for Bai Po to come over.

  When Bai Po got off the bus.

  Ming Dongheng was on the phone with someone.

   "Miss Bai." Seeing Bai Po, Ming Dongheng put down his phone, spoke respectfully, and handed Jiang He's backpack to Jiang He.

  Until Bai Po brought Jiang He into the library.

  Ming Dongheng turned back to the car and continued talking to the person on the other end of the phone, "Yu Shen?"

   "Were you talking to that Miss Bai just now?" Yu Hongyi asked.

   "Yes." Ming Dongheng only replied, without saying anything.

  Yu Hongyi didn't ask again, "By the way, Chen Jingyu said that you are also a fan of Mr. Bai. I have inside information. There will be ten autographed photos at the auction today..."

   "What?!" Ming Dongheng exclaimed.

  **

  Bai Po took Jiang He to do homework in the library.

   Mr. Jiang is still not here today. For two consecutive weeks, Ning Xiao and Tang Ming are not used to it.

evening.

  Jiang Fuli just rushed back from Linshi.

  He parked the car lazily in the parking space opposite the library, and waited for someone to come out of the library before he honked the horn leisurely to remind Bai Po that he was on the opposite side.

   Of course, there is no need for him to remind.

  His own car, there is no second one in the whole Xiangcheng City, and it has attracted many people to watch it parked here.

   Many people took out their mobile phones and wanted to take pictures.

  Jiang Fuli lowered the car window, and those people hurriedly fled with their mobile phones.

   "Teacher Jiang." Ning Xiao and Tang Ming came over to say hello.

  Jiang Fuli rested his left elbow casually on the lowered car window, tilted his head slightly, his jet-black hair drooped down, and his expression didn't change. He just asked slowly, "How much is your ranking?"

  He asked about the ranking of the Jiangjing University app.

  Tang Ming subconsciously looked at Ning Xiao.

  Ning Xiao was very calm: "561."

   Tang Ming was about to cry: "...728."

  Jiang Fuli: "Oh."

  Ning Xiao, Tang Ming: "..."

  Every time the two of them thought they could do it, Mr. Jiang could always hit them accurately.

   To study, you must study hard, and you must learn from the dead!

  Bai Po opened the passenger door, "You can also ask me."

  Jiang Fuli calmly rolled up the car window, as if he didn't hear this sentence.

  In the back seat, Jiang He was squeezed into a small corner by an object aggrievedly.

  The car quickly drove to Qingshui Street, where there were few passing cars, so Jiang Fuli parked the car in a very empty place.

  Bai Po got out of the car and was about to say goodbye to Jiang Fuli.

   "Wait a minute." Jiang Fuli opened the driver's door and got down.

  Bai Po still had earphones plugged in her ears, so she crossed out a word and waited for him.

Jiang Fuli walked around to Bai Po, opened the door of the passenger seat, and glanced at Jiang He. Jiang He shrank his feet silently, and then he casually picked up a very inconspicuous gray rectangle from the back seat. Bag.

  The length of more than one meter occupies almost the entire space of the back seat.

   "Take it." Jiang Fuli handed the things to Bai Po.

  This length, width.

  Bai Li could tell at a glance that it was a guzheng.

  She didn't take it right away.

  Jiang Fuli held the bag strap in his right hand, rubbed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, and sighed: "It's so heavy..."

  Bai Po: "..."

  She slowly hooked up the belt with two fingers, and then flipped it twice again. The weight of more than 30 kilograms was easy for her.

   "Oh," Jiang Fuli looked at her two slender fingers without changing his expression, "Anything you find randomly is much cheaper than Jiang Xiaoniao. You should use it first, and look for it next time if you are not used to it."

  Jiangjing Art Exhibition.

   A bunch of exhibit-goers look at one of the booths—

   Empty.

   "Didn't you say that the Huanpei Guzheng will be exhibited here?"

   "That's right, where is the Guzheng?"

   "..."

  Many students from the Conservatory of Music wanted to see the Huanpei Guzheng.

  I want to see what the 288w guzheng looks like.

   "Oh, that," the staff member came over to take a look and smiled, "It was bought by the customer before it was exhibited."

   This was bought?

   A group of people were in a mess, and they didn't even see each other.

  Who would go to the exhibition and buy it without even looking at it?

  **

  Ji Heng yard.

  Ji Heng's place is a bit lively today, and the lights are turned on very loudly.

  As soon as Bai Po entered, he saw Lance sitting depressedly by the stone table. Ji Shaorong occasionally talked to Lance. Not far away were Ren Qian and Ren Wanxuan, who were talking to Ji Heng.

   The clothes that Ji Heng made for Lance are still not dry after washing today.

  At this moment, Lance is wearing a retro green yellow flower long shirt with pants of the same color underneath. He looks a bit like a long cucumber.

  Ren Qian talked to Ren Wanxuan and Ji Heng, but ignored Lance.

  Lance's eyes lit up when he saw Bai Po come back, "Waiting for you..."

   Halfway through his speech, he switched to English again.

  Ren Qian also stood up when he saw Bai Po coming back, and said with a smile, "Ah Po is back."

   "Go to my room." Bai Po glanced at the new cups in front of Ren Qian and Ren Wanxuan and filled them with tea, but neither of them drank, she only said to Lance.

   One look, and you can tell what happened to the two of the Ren family.

   "Grandpa, I'll go in first." Bai Po followed Lance into the house.

  Her room used to belong to Gimulin. It has a desk and a small square table. The eight-fold screen separates the outside from the bed. It has a very private space. Lance is sitting at the small square table.

  Bai Li gave Lance an injection as usual.

   Then unzip the zipper and take out the zither.

  Brown-black body, 21 strings are neatly arranged, the strings glow silver under the light, the white scorpion adjusts the zither column to the proper position, after tuning the sound.

  She pressed the strings lightly.

  The sound is crisp and penetrating.

  …?

  Bai Po turned on the phone and sent a message—

  【How much is your zither? 】

  Of course she can hear it, the tone is superb.

  Ms. Jiang:【2888】

  Bai Po calculated the price and compared it with Dayong's price—

【impossible】

  Ms. Jiang: [280 million, pay money]

  Student Bai: 【. 】

  The school’s guzheng is indeed a bit rough, this guzheng is a timely rain for Bai Po, she pressed the strings, and her mind was full of inspiration, and quickly wrote lines on the paper.

   "What?" Lance looked over with the silver needle in his hand.

   This character is completely different from the Chinese characters he has learned. Each character is familiar when taken apart, but it is very confusing when combined.

  Lance was confused, whether the teacher who taught him Chinese had left a hand.

  Bai Po is too lazy to explain this kind of thing that can't be explained clearly to foreigners: "Hemiplegia."

   Lance immediately sat upright.

Outside.

  Ren Qian and Ren Wanxuan came in the afternoon, Bai Po didn't tell Ji Heng about Ren Wanxuan, and Ji Heng treated Ren Wanxuan pretty well, so he even invited them to stay for dinner.

   "I haven't finished my homework yet." When it came to eating, Ren Wanxuan said subconsciously.

  She is a little hard to understand, why Ji Heng still lives here, Bai Po is not Xu's family now, why not take Ji Heng out and change to a better house?

  Ji Shaorong did not speak.

  Ren Qian looked at Ren Wanxuan, then smiled at Ji Heng, "She still hasn't attended tutoring class today."

  Speaking of this, Ren Qian asked again, "I invited famous teachers from Beicheng. They have taught people who have been admitted to Jiangjing University. Do you want to let Ah Su come to study with Wan Xuan?"

Beside   , Ren Wanxuan bit her lip and glanced at Ren Qian.

  But he didn't say anything.

  Ji Heng was taken aback for a moment, this is indeed not a bad thing for Bai Po, but...

   "I'll ask her." He put down the embroidery needle and picked up the cigarette pouch next to him.

  Ren Qian and Ren Wanxuan left, and Lance, who was wearing a dark green shirt, pulled out the needle and came out of Bai Po, very excited: "What do you eat?!"

Outside.

  Ren Qian glanced back and asked Ren Wanxuan: "Have you seen that foreigner?"

  Lance's image is very unscrupulous.

  Ren Wanxuan was very repulsed by the fact that Bai Po wanted to go to class with her, "I don't know, this area has everything."

   Qingshui Street has everyone.

  If it wasn't for the Xu family, she wouldn't even want to be here this year.

  Ren Qian just asked casually.

  For a little old man like Lance, no one would associate him with a master surgeon.

   What he should be concerned about is how to repair the relationship with the Ji family. Fortunately, Ji Heng is very tolerant of the next generation Ren Wanxuan.

   is white scorpion...

  Ren Qian had a headache, and he felt that Ji Heng couldn't control Bai Po, so what about the Xu family?

  **

  Bai Xiangjun's character song has a clear theme.

  Writing lyrics and composing music are not difficult for Bai Po. She has experienced a lot, basically all of which happened by herself.

  Jiang Fuli's guzheng appeared at the right time, and within three days, she had completely written the song.

   But there is one thing, she used the subtraction notation, she has never learned modern music theory, and the original owner has no knowledge of modern music theory in her mind.

  She could learn modern music theory, but it was too late.

Thursday.

   Physical education class.

  Class 15 and Class 8 are still together, Bai Po sits in the shade of a tree, lazily looking at a whole page of handwriting.

  The phone lights up, it's a message from Jian Zhongyou——

  【How do you think she plays? 】

  Bai Po clicked on and finished listening, and wrote him an evaluation.

  Suddenly she thought of something: [Will you reduce the word score? 】

  Jian Zhongyou is serious about learning Guzheng. He started playing Guzheng when he was eight years old. Now he is 60 years old. He is more familiar with Guzheng than he is.

  Dean Jian: [? 】

  This is a question to Bai Po.

  Bai Jian: [[Picture]]

  Bai Jian: [Can you translate? 】

  Jiangjing Conservatory of Music.

  In the office, Dean Jian picked up one of the glasses and put it on, then clicked on the picture that Bai Po sent him, which was a handbook for subtracting characters.

  He glanced at it, then took his own guzheng, and slowly followed the tunes of the white zither one by one.

  After the entire tune was engraved, Dean Jian couldn't hide his shock.

  "Dean." A student knocked on the door outside.

  Jian Zhongyou came back to his senses, "Come in."

After the students left, Jian Zhongyou looked at the whole piece of music in a hurry. He took a pen and changed the whole subtraction notation into a five-line notation. The subtraction notation was only the part he studied. string up.

  After changing it, he played more smoothly.

  The whole piece is majestic, majestic and tragic. This is the first time Jian Zhongyou has heard a piece with such complicated emotions.

   Getting a good piece of music is easy for musicians.

  Dean Jian: [! ! 】

  Dean Jian: [Where did you come from! 】

  He sent back the revised stave to Bai Po.

  After the physical education get out of class, Bai Po clicked on the picture and saw the staff notation sent by Dean Jian. She didn't understand it very well, but she could read it together with the notation.

   I don't quite understand why Dean Jian is so excited.

  Bai Jian: [Song written for a friend]

  Dean Jian: [? 】

  Dean Jian: [You wrote it? ? ? ? 】

  Bai Jian: 【1】

  Jian Zhongyou's calm attitude towards Bai Po is really hard to understand.

  He recovered for a long time, during which time he didn't even think to ask Bai Po why he didn't use staves to record.

   After all, few people now know about subtracting word notation.

  Only ask rigorously: [Such a good song, don't mess around, who arranges it? 】

  Bai Jian: [I don’t know]

  Dean Jian: […]

  **

Friday.

   Zhang's backyard.

  Yan Lu was practicing guns, and Sister Xin stood in the corner and called someone, "Yes, it will take another week..."

   Hanging up the phone, Sister Xin couldn't help but sigh.

  Yan Lu turned around on the spot, and the gun circled obediently and smoothly in her hand.

   "Sister Xin, it's the one you bought last time." Yan Lu put away her gun, her face was icy, and she was going to join the group the day after tomorrow, so there was no time.

  Sister Xin frowned: "But..."

  She listened to the demo, and with her unprofessional eyes, the lyrics and music almost made sense.

   At that time, An Qi and Man Xi will see the jokes as trivial, and Yan Lu's role in the group will be so wrong that they will inevitably be bullied by the Internet.

  Yan Lu comforted Sister Xin, "I am not a professional singer, can I still rely on my popularity? As long as I play my role well, the audience will change later."

   "Squeak—"

  The back door was pushed open.

  Wen Qi bluffed and brought a flowerpot in, and greeted the two skillfully: "Sister Yan, Sister Xin."

   Behind him.

  Bai Po and Ning Xiao moved a pot of flowers alone.

  Sister Xin stepped aside quickly and asked a few students to put down the flower pots.

   Seeing a truck parked outside, she and Yan Lu also moved a few times, and a group of people finished moving the flower pots within a few minutes.

  Mother Zhang came in from the front with a bunch of Coke.

  Bai Po opened the tab of the can with one hand, took out two randomly folded papers from the school uniform pocket with the other hand, and gave a USB flash drive to Sister Xin: "This is a song, a demo in the USB flash drive."

   "Huh?" Sister Xin stared at her hand for a while, then took it over in a daze, "Have you finished everything? Can you still compose music?"

  Bai Po leisurely took a sip of Coca-Cola, raised his eyebrows, "I'm only involved in composing lyrics and music."

   "What about the arrangement?" Sister Xin asked subconsciously.

   As for the arrangement—

   is Jian Zhongyou.

  On an ordinary day, composed by Bai Xiangjun himself, and arranged by Jian Zhongyou, the dean of Jiangjing Conservatory of Music who is at the top of the modern music pyramid, a cross-century top-level cooperation...

born!

  Yan Lu takes off~ See you guys tomorrow~

  ps: I may put all the lyrics in the text tomorrow, and the lyrics are about 170 to 80 words (it may be too long to put a part)