Maiden Wei

Chapter 878: 878: National Studies Association Banquet


Chapter 878: Chapter 878: National Studies Association Banquet


Dare to curse my goddess, I’ll beat you to death!


Leng Ersha was feeling proud, then suddenly realized, hey, something’s not right.


Xia Weibao was clearly the enemy of his Starshine; since when did she become his goddess?


This kind of thinking is unacceptable!


Leng Yan shuddered all over, then muttered three times to himself: Xia Weibao is my enemy, Xia Weibao is my enemy, Xia Weibao is my enemy.


He finally convinced himself that Xia Weibao was his enemy.


Then, with a gaze of admiration for his enemy, continued watching the live broadcast.


The broadcast was still ongoing.


Xia Weibao was also completely confused.


She just glanced at her phone occasionally, wanting to see how the live broadcast was going, but the screen was scrolling too fast, so she asked everyone to quiet down for a bit.


Unexpectedly, everyone quieted down, making room for Yan Weiyang’s comment.


Now, great, everyone’s fired up!


The intense uproar from those people left her a bit bewildered.


Unable to figure out what was happening, she could only continue the broadcast and deal with it later.


She originally wanted to paint a landscape, but looking at the time, it seemed insufficient.


She could only give up and continued with calligraphy instead.


In a private room of a high-end hotel in Huaxia, a group of middle-aged and older people with a refined and elegant demeanor were gathered together, clinking glasses and chatting happily.


Many were wearing traditional Chinese clothing or robes, speaking politely, articulately, and were well-versed in knowledge.


Of course, women were also present among them.


Yin Mulan was one of them.


At the moment, Yin Mulan was quietly sitting at a dining table, wearing headphones, and engrossed in her phone, a soft smile on her lips.


Occasionally someone would glance in her direction, their gaze slightly displeased but said nothing.


This was a National Studies Association ministers’ dinner; those present were either ministers or deputy ministers, with Yin Mulan being an exception.


She had just joined the National Studies Association’s Ancient Dance Department not long ago as an ordinary member with no official position.


However, the minister of the Ancient Dance Department, Yang Yilian, admired her, and with her high international status and undeniable skills, the people in the National Studies Association were very friendly to her, so she was also invited.


But unexpectedly, she was so inconsiderate, blatantly playing on her phone during the dinner, which made many people dissatisfied.


The National Studies Association is a relatively traditional organization, especially the leadership, who could be considered old-fashioned; they somewhat reject modern things.


Mobile phones are communication tools everyone can’t live without; everyone has them but won’t be addicted to them.


And certainly wouldn’t play with them during gatherings, as it seems too disrespectful.


Yang Yilian is the minister of the Ancient Dance Department, already 57 years old, excellent at classical dance, once famous throughout Asia.


Before Yin Mulan, Yang Yilian was the person with the highest achievement in Ancient Dance.


Later, Yin Mulan appeared suddenly, and the two met, regretting not knowing each other sooner, maintaining a mentor-friend relationship despite the age gap of more than ten years.


Yin Mulan joined the Ancient Dance Department of the National Studies Association at Yang Yilian’s invitation.


It was also Yang Yilian who brought her to this gathering.


But Yin Mulan was playing her phone during the dinner, making Yang Yilian a bit embarrassed.


Her smile was awkward, and she secretly tugged at Yin Mulan’s sleeve.


Yin Mulan looked up and gave a poised smile to Yang Yilian, “Sister Yang, is there something you need?”


Yang Yilian lowered her voice, “What are you watching, it’s a dinner right now.”


Her intention was to ask Yin Mulan not to play with her phone at the table.


The table was filled with highly respected National Studies masters; it was too disrespectful.