Chapter 62 062 Sister Bai is a bitch, and the nuclear lady is a friendly Mr. Jiang

Bai Bai walked at the end and replied slowly: "I'll try my best."

The boys shook their heads.

In front, Jian Rong, who had joined many people, also noticed that there was a girl in the team. There were few girls in the North City Book Association. He tilted his head and asked Qiu Boqing: "Do you know that girl?"

Qiu Boqing didn't look back and just nodded.

"To be selected to participate, her strength should be pretty good, right?" Jian Rong was a little curious, and he wanted to get to know her.

Qiu Boqing heard this and sneered, "She didn't even take the ninth level exam."

"Ah..." Jian Rong immediately lost interest.

In their group, who didn't take the ninth level exam? There was someone who didn't take the ninth level exam.

The gate of the Chinese Calligraphy Association is heavy and solemn, with a wooden plaque and golden beams. The gate is eight meters wide, with stone lions squatting on both sides. Everyone comes here to check in.

Even Vice Chairman Qian and Jian Rong are no exception.

Bai Xi took the boy's phone and took a photo for him. She

was just returning the phone to him.

At this time, there was a commotion at the gate.

Everyone looked in the direction of the gate, and a row of people wearing the folding fan-shaped logo of the Chinese Calligraphy Association slowly walked through the gate.

Young calligraphy contestants from all over the world who participated in the Lanting Award couldn't help but look over. They

looked eagerly at the Chinese Calligraphy Association clothes they were wearing.

"Xie Jinyun!"

"It seems to be really him!"

"..."

Exclamations rang out.

"It's Xie Jinyun..." The boy next to Bai Shi also looked at the group of people very eagerly. He turned around to discuss with Bai Shi, but found that Bai Shi was looking at his phone, reciting...

reciting words?

"Why?" Seeing that he was staring at him, Bai Shi tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

"Aren't you curious?" His full of enthusiasm was extinguished in an instant by Bai Shi's slightly cold eyes, "Xie Jinyun, the first place this time, it is rumored that he will be the president of the next term..."

Then he looked at himself and talked while Bai Shi recited another word.

Boy: "..."

After being interrupted by Bai Zhu, the boy looked at the people from the Chinese Calligraphy Association again, and his eyes were not so eager. "Let's add each other on WeChat."

He thought that he couldn't add Xie Jinyun anyway, so he took out his phone and added Bai Zhu on WeChat.

The Chinese Calligraphy Association is very large, low-key and luxurious.

Their competition venue today is in the largest building in the middle.

"This is everyone's certificate," downstairs, the vice president handed everyone's certificate to them, "I don't need to say much about the content. There are three opportunities to write. Everyone should choose their best one and turn it in. I'll wait for you downstairs."

He handed out the certificates one by one.

Finally, he gave Jian Rong a gentle look: "Don't be nervous, keep calm, I believe you can reach such a high level one day."

"I know." Jian Rong held the certificate and took a deep breath.

He was very talented in Beicheng, but when he came to Zhongshuxie, no one here knew him.

A group of 20 people from Beicheng went in.

Many of the teachers who led the team downstairs knew each other. The manager of the Nancheng team came over with a smile, "Old Qian, is that the brief profile of your calligraphy association?"

"Yes," Vice President Qian smiled, "It's him. He's a talented guy, but unfortunately, he's unlucky."

"It's really a pity," the manager of Nancheng smacked his lips, "He was unlucky. He met Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun. One of them is being trained as the next president, and the other is a student of the current president. The people who participated in the Lanting Award this time are unlucky. I just gave my students a lot of ideological homework." No matter

how talented a person is, he will be suppressed by these two people.

How could Vice President Qian not know this?

"I hope Jian Rong can calm down," Vice Chairman Qian sighed, "as long as he can secure the second prize and win a place in the Zhongshu Association."

Participating in the Zhongshu Association competition not only tests one's skills, but also one's character.

Every time the geniuses from various cities come to the Zhongshu Association, they will be beaten by all kinds of monsters. This year, there are more than one such monsters. Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun would be king bombs in any session.

These two people are placed in the same session.

With this pressure, how can others stand out? The

game lasted for an hour and a half, and none of Vice Chairman Qian and his team left. They were all waiting for them downstairs.

However, just ten minutes into the game.

A figure came out from the building.

"Which candidate has collapsed? Let's go?" someone asked.

Vice President Qian, who was chatting with the people from South City, looked up and wanted to see who had such a bad temper. After a closer look, he almost couldn't keep his calm face, "You... why did you come out now?!"

He looked at Bai Di in disbelief.

Bai Di just took out her mobile phone, and then slowly took out her headphones, ready to listen to English listening.

"Can't you come out?" Bai Di looked up, the black headphones were still in her hand. The girl was wearing a snow-white top, and she raised her eyes slightly. The dazzling afternoon sun reflected her cold jade-like eyebrows and eyes, which were hazy but too gorgeous.

The gold thread of the skirt reflected the cold light.

Vice President Qian: "Yes, but... you finished in ten minutes?"

Such a serious competition, held once every three years, also involves the quota of the Chinese Calligraphy Association. Even Xie Jinyun would carefully consider it and not find any mistakes.

Who can finish writing in ten minutes?

"Well," Bai Xi put the earphones into her ears and glanced sideways, "I have to catch a plane and have classes tomorrow."

Vice President Qian: "..."

Going back to Xiangcheng today?

No, you are so rude?

He felt a little tired, but when he thought about it, Bai Xi didn't come here to win the award, and there was no point in staying in Jiangjing, "Then you go back and be careful."

Vice President Qian waved his hand and didn't keep her.

He watched Bai Shi leave. The man from Nancheng beside him asked in surprise after seeing Bai Shi leave, "Is this your man?"

"Yeah, just come to join in the fun," Vice President Qian smiled and didn't say much about Bai Shi: "Just to broaden my horizons."

He focused his eyes on the building, waiting for Jian Rong and Qiu Boqing to come out.

**

Here, Bai Shi went back to the hotel to get his backpack.

He got on the plane and returned to Xiangcheng.

The black car was already waiting quietly not far from the hotel. In the car, Jiang He sat expressionlessly in the back seat, with a lot of medicine next to him.

Bai Shi got in the car.

He glanced at Jiang He, "Where's your brother?"

Jiang He hugged the pillow and said weakly, "At the Jiang family."

Bai Shi nodded, without asking any more questions, and she and Jiang He went back to Xiangcheng first.

The plane landed in Danping City as usual. Ming Dongheng came to pick up Bai Wei and Jiang He. Because Jiang He had just seen a doctor and was in an unstable mood, Bai Wei accompanied him back to the manor.

In the lobby, Director Chen had been waiting for Ming Dongheng to come back.

Seeing Bai Wei, he didn't dare to ask too many questions. He just greeted her carefully and then asked her some trivial questions.

Bai Wei accompanied Jiang He for a while, and then prepared to go back to have dinner with Ji Heng.

"Miss Bai, I just happened to go back too," Director Chen stood up at the time, "It just so happens that I have to pick someone up early tomorrow morning, so I have to go back and rest early."

He had a good plan and took Bai Wei with him.

"Who are you picking up?" Ming Dongheng looked at Director Chen coldly.

He couldn't tell whether Director Chen was really going to pick someone up or was just pretending to pick someone up.

Director Chen was not afraid, and he was not making excuses. It was just that the time was wrong. He was supposed to pick up Xu Yajun tomorrow, but he changed the date to tonight. Was it considered a lie?

"Little Xu, she has finished participating in the competition and wants to come to Xiangcheng to experience the history."

Ming Dongheng squinted his eyes, unable to remember who it was.

"The one who came last time!" Director Chen helped him recall.

Although talking to Ming Dongheng, Director Chen did not forget Bai Zhi. He turned around and explained to Bai Zhi calmly, "Miss Bai, this little Xu is Xu Yajun, from the Chinese Calligraphy Association. Yesterday, she and Chairman Xue met the old man. The old man said that she is very good at Liang style calligraphy. She should shine in this Lanting Award..."

Halfway through his words, Director Chen looked at Bai Zhi's calm face.

He quickly changed the subject, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and wondered how he would tell Miss Bai all this.

"Miss Bai, I'll take you home!" He took the car key.

"Thank you." Bai Shi took the schoolbag.

He went out with Director Chen.

**

At the same time, Jiang Jing.

Chinese Calligraphy Association.

The Lanting Award is held every three years, and every session is a major event for the Chinese Calligraphy Association.

This year is no exception.

The exam just ended in the morning, and all the works were sealed and sent to the selection room in the evening.

There were seven people participating in the grading of the judges. This year, because President Xue had students in it, in order to avoid suspicion, he did not join the judges.

At this time, he was drinking tea at home.

After receiving a phone call, he stood up suddenly: "What?"

"Teacher," Xu Yajun was startled by the teacher's surprise, and she also stood up: "What's wrong?"

President Xue was middle-aged, he took his coat, and didn't have time to explain, "That person actually came to the Chinese Calligraphy Association, didn't he agree to be a judge, why did he come suddenly..."

President Xue hurried out.

Xu Yajun hurriedly followed him, "Teacher, who are you talking about?"

"No problem," President Xue shook his head, "I'll go to the Chinese Calligraphy Association first, I've made arrangements for you in Xiangcheng, you can go."

He didn't have time to explain to Xu Yajun. He

drove directly to the Chinese Calligraphy Association.

The Chinese Calligraphy Association Selection Office.

In the middle of the conference table sat a man in a snow-white shirt. He lowered his eyes and tapped the computer desktop with his cold white fingers. His black hair fell to his brow bone, and there was a chill in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Even if he didn't speak, one could feel the reserved temperament that permeated him. As

soon as he moved his fingers, a cold wind seemed to sweep through the entire selection room.

Beside him, the elegant old man standing smiled and said, "Don't be restrained, our young master is just here to take a look. Teachers, just give good scores and relax."

The seven judges held the works tremblingly. Hearing this, they almost cried.

You said it in a nice way.

With this master sitting here like this, who dares to relax?

Also, don't you know that Master Jiang is very sincere and amiable even if he doesn't speak?

As soon as President Xue arrived, he saw the seven judges huddled in their seats like quails, "..."

"Butler Jiang, why are you two here?" President Xue was very polite. He didn't dare to talk to Jiang Fuli, but only asked the old butler beside him.

Butler Jiang smiled, "Young Master Jiang just came to take a look. He intends to donate a sum of money to this Lanting Award."

As he said that, Butler Jiang gestured with his fingers.

President Xue was in high spirits, "I would like to thank Young Master Jiang for these contestants!"

Butler Jiang looked at the seven judges, "I heard that there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers this year, and President Xue's student is one of them."

"Ya Jun?" President Xue was also proud of this proud disciple, "It is not easy for a girl like her to get to where she is now..."

As soon as President Xue arrived, the atmosphere in the entire office became much better.

The seven judges finally gave the works scores.

Average score system.

"This thin gold style should be Xie Jinyun's," a teacher turned to a work, admired it with the people around him, and then sighed, "It's worthy of being the most popular person this year."

He gave this calligraphy 91 points.

There are many kinds of calligraphy, but there are not many people who can really calm down and learn calligraphy now. This Lanting Award is held for the younger generation.

The level is uneven.

Apart from Xie Jinyun's thin gold style, most people didn't see any other good works.

"Isn't the president's student here this year? I think she wrote Liang..." A judge smiled and turned to the next piece. He paused halfway through his words.

He stared at the work in a daze.

It was Liang style.

It was "Remembering Xiangcheng".

The person who wrote this poem, every stroke was like a spear blade, the pen was like a vine, and the whole was like flowing water, splashing ink on the paper, like the vast Milky Way water rushing down from the sky, and the style of splashing ink hit his face at a glance!

He looked at this work and couldn't bear to put it down for a long time.

The people around him noticed his strangeness and looked over. "What kind of work did you see? It's so..."

He looked at it for a long time, and suddenly looked at President Xue who was chatting with Butler Jiang: "President, you are really good at hiding your shortcomings. Your student is incredible. I am a little ashamed of his writing skills!"

"What?" President Xue was confused by this sentence.

"This is it," the man showed him the work, "Look, this style, this edge, it is much better than Xie Jinyun."

Everyone present knew all the people who were capable of competing for the first prize in this competition. The

only one who wrote well in Liang style was Xu Yajun.