Chapter 570 - Chapter 570: 225 This is her ruling area_4

Chapter 570: 225 This is her ruling area_4

He had officially started his summer vacation and occasionally took time to learn something at the Xu Family company.

Behind him, Xu En and Xu Shujie were discussing a problem. When Xu Wenyao finished his phone call, Xu En handed over the signed documents casually to Xu’s assistant, “Didn’t you have lunch with Alian today?”

In the past few days, Xu Wenyao had been showing Bai Lian around Jiang University.

“A friend of hers came.” Xu Wenyao spoke.

Next to him, Xu Shujie looked up, “What friend?”

“A high school classmate.”

Bai Lian’s high school classmates should be those students from Xiangcheng No.1 High School.

Then it wasn’t Chen Hong’s people. Xu Shujie diverted her gaze and recalling something, sat up straight, “Brother, are we really… with the Qi Family?”

“Let’s not talk about this matter anymore.” Xu En interrupted her.

He stood up to attend a meeting in the conference room.

Xu Shujie stopped Xu’s assistant and leaned back against the sofa, squinting her eyes, “What exactly is going on with them?”

Qi Shuyun was now making her way into the Xu Family circle through Miss Liu, and falling out with them wasn’t a good thing.

“Miss,” said Xu’s assistant without revealing any emotions, “I don’t know anything.”

Xu Shujie watched Xu’s assistant leave, then her gaze fell back on Xu Wenyao, and she asked pointedly, “Is there a problem at school?”

“Someone from the group has left,” Xu Wenyao said nonchalantly.

Xu Shujie sat up straight, “Is the impact significant?”

She didn’t understand modeling, and Xu Wenyao answered tersely, “I can model, I’m just not as specialized as he was. Even without him, Chen Hong and I can still get it done.”

It’s just that this time, the chance of winning first prize seemed dim.

Xu Wenyao was tapping on his phone, Director Huang had implied that he should participate in mathematical modeling.

“Because of the Qi Family?” Xu Shujie asked.

This time, Xu Wenyao didn’t reply.

Xu Shujie picked up her coffee as a phone nearby lit up.

She grabbed the phone from the coffee table and opened the information the butler had sent her—

It was about Xun Chun.

The information was only a sparse page long, unearthed by the Xu Family matriarch through a private detective. Xun Chun hadn’t graduated high school, always hung out at bars, mixing drinks, selling liquor…

Nothing seemed particularly remarkable.

Bai Lian’s friends all had quite the characters, still not having completed high school, and Xu Wenyao, a Jiangjing University student of high caliber, how did he even hold conversations with Bai Lian’s underachieving friends?

Xu Shujie was astonished since, apart from Xu Zhiyue, everyone else in the family would find it a bit challenging to converse with Xu Wenyao.

**

Bai Lian took Pu Xiaohan around the area, and by the time they went back to Jiang University to borrow books again, two days had passed.

Pu Xiaohan ventured out to the Jiangjing scenic area on her own to check in.

At noon, Bai Lian, with a stack of books in hand, went to the third cafeteria.

Xu Wenyao and Chen Hong had already arrived.

They had finished getting their meal, and Xu Wenyao had a laptop in front of him.

There were other people sitting at the table too, and Bai Lian immediately recognized one of them as Qi Jun – the same guy with the black-framed glasses from last time.

The sunny young man sitting two places away from Xu Wenyao raised his glass to Qi Jun, his tone couldn’t hide his envy, “Qi Jun, does your group have a Tongfeng class third-year student?”

The Tongfeng class was probably the pinnacle of Jiangjing University.

Qi Jun glanced at him, didn’t raise his glass, and just finished the last bite of his meal. Then, picking up his meal card beside him, he stood up to leave, only responding with one word: “Yeah.”

The table was filled with familiar faces.

After Qi Jun left, Chen Hong finally turned to the sunny youth, “Yu Sheng, since you’ve got nothing else to do, why not join us for the number modeling competition?”

Yu Sheng set down his beverage, apologetic, “It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but you know I still have a paper to write.”

Yu Guang saw Qi Jun’s figure walking away and Yu Sheng hurriedly stood up, apologizing to the other two as he said his goodbyes and chased after him.

All of Xu Wenyao’s class had left.

Chen Hong wasn’t surprised and without much enthusiasm, he waved at Bai Lian, “The junior student has arrived.”

Bai Lian sat next to Xu Wenyao.

Xu Wenyao, clad in a white shirt, sat upright in his chair, his slender fingertips resting on the black keyboard of his laptop, the image of a refined scholar.

He indicated to Bai Lian to eat first and then raised his head to speak to Chen Hong, “I’m not as good at modeling as he is, but I can hold my own. It’s fine if there are just the two of us in the team. Let’s pick problem C; this time we won’t aim for the first prize.”

“That works,” Chen Hong perked up, “I’ll handle the data.”

Bai Lian ate leisurely, aware that they were not planning to look for new teammates. Her gaze casually fell on Xu Wenyao’s computer, which displayed the Boyuan Summer Camp’s main page, “Why are you aiming for the first prize?”

Xu Wenyao clicked on the homepage and was brought to the registration page where he explained in a low voice to Bai Lian, “Having a first prize boosts your graduate school entrance evaluation, and it greatly increases the chance of getting a recommendation. Most labs also value this.”

The registration page showed the teams that had been successfully formed.

Beneath it was the entrance to register.

Xu Wenyao was filling in his and Chen Hong’s information.

Registration was set to close at one in the afternoon.

Bai Lian had been casually looking at the registration page until she caught sight of a name in the middle—

Bai Shaoke.

Her fingertips paused for a moment, vaguely recalling that this was the son of her father’s mistress, the brother of Bai Shaoqi.

Xu Wenyao had already filled in his and Chen Hong’s names, his finger poised over the “enter” key, about to press down.

But it was blocked by the tip of a chopstick.

Bai Lian, holding the chopsticks, focused on a line of text on the computer screen and, under Xu Wenyao’s surprised gaze, she spoke, “Do you have any thoughts about the first prize?”

“The first prize?” On the other side, Chen Hong sighed; who attending the summer camp wouldn’t have thoughts about the first prize? “But junior student, this time at the Boyuan Base summer camp, there’s even the senior Tongfeng class. Even with Qi Jun, we won’t have much of a chance…”

Bai Lian retracted her chopsticks and moved her gaze away from the screen, looking up at Chen Hong, “What position are we still lacking?”

Her tone sounded professional.

Chen Hong answered, “We’re missing someone who’s good at advanced mathematics and linear algebra, and who knows modeling.”

A number modeling partner was very important; reliable teammates could make the work twice as effective. The three of them had collaborated more than once before and had even won a second prize at a national competition.

The three of them formed the perfect team, each capable of equally dividing the work: constructing models, programming computations, and writing.

Xu Wenyao was gifted at programming.

Chen Hong gathered data and wrote papers.

And Qi Jun was exceptionally good at advanced mathematics and linear algebra, with a solid foundation in mathematical theory and strong modeling skills.

Advanced mathematics was taught in the first year, while linear algebra was only tackled in the second.

Hearing Chen Hong’s explanation, Bai Lian nodded and tilted her chin slightly towards Xu Wenyao.

With an unhurried tone, she said, “Then add me to your team.”

If Xu Wenyao’s group lacked programming skills, Bai Lian wouldn’t have been of much help; she was not familiar with modeling software.

But—

When it came to mathematical knowledge and familiarity with a variety of literature, even He Wen would seek out Bai Lian for discussions on these topics.

This was her domain.