Chapter 63 063 Fault 1 (Update 2)

Apart from Xu Yajun, they couldn't find another person who could write Liang style so well.

"She performed exceptionally well?" President Xue was also deeply surprised.

He stopped talking with housekeeper Jiang and walked to the judges to watch.

After this glance, President Xue was also a little stunned.

"This..." President Xue knew Xu Yajun very well. The artistic conception was sometimes hard to find, but the basic skills were there. He held the work in his hands with an eager look: "This is not Yajun's handwriting. Yajun definitely doesn't have such wrist strength!"

Not Xu Yajun's?

Whose is it?

Where did this dark horse come from?

The seven judges looked at each other.

Jiang Fuli, who had been sitting in the front with his eyes downcast looking at the computer, finally raised his head, tapped the table with his slender fingertips, and said two words without question: "Give it here."

President Xue wanted to take a closer look.

Hearing this voice, he did not dare to refuse, and stretched out his hand to hand over the work respectfully.

Jiang Fuli took the work, lowered his eyes, his eyelashes covered his light-colored pupils, and looked at the words quietly.

The most attractive thing about him is the vague sense of oppression. He did nothing, just sat there quietly, and the aura he exuded was enough to make people afraid to approach.

At this time, President Xue couldn't resist even if he lowered his eyes and didn't say a word.

The whole selection room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Only Butler Jiang beside him could withstand it a little.

Jiang Fuli looked for a long time, and President Xue finally couldn't help it. He looked at Butler Jiang for help.

Butler Jiang also found it strange. He bent down slightly and lowered his voice, "Master, the plane is about to depart..."

"Well," Jiang Fuli returned the work to President Xue, picked up the calculator with one hand, and just took two steps, he remembered something and looked at President Xue calmly: "The funding will be doubled, and the first-place work this time will be sent to the Jiang family."

"Huh?" President Xue was a little stunned.

Jiang Fuli glanced over.

There was no expression on his face, but a stern face like a knife.

President Xue shuddered and quickly said, "Okay, I'll send it over personally!"

The others finally left.

The ice and snow in the selection room melted away in an instant, as if the earth was returning to spring.

The other judges immediately rushed over, "President Xue, let me take another look, where did this person come from? He is not at the same level as the others!"

Another person asked suddenly after admiring it, "How do you judge this?"

All seven people looked at President Xue.

President Xue looked at the calligraphy and slowly made a decision.

The scores have not been fully counted yet, and the name cannot be released. President Xue took out his mobile phone and called the human resources department: "Go check the list of participants in the Lanting Art Award this year."

He knew most of the participants this time.

Xie Jinyun, and his apprentice Xu Yajun.

Everyone who was released was bullying the others, how could such a person suddenly appear?

**

Bai Shi didn't know that because of her work, the seven judges discussed it in the Chinese Calligraphy Association for a whole night.

I didn't sleep all night.

Wednesday.

At about six in the morning, Ji Shaojun saw Bai Mu sitting on the stone table, eating and talking.

"Who are you talking to?" Ji Shaojun put down a box of milk and didn't see Ji Heng in the kitchen or the yard.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice coming from the bathroom: "It's growth hormone. If you pinch the back of the cucumber, it will inhibit the growth hormone..."

Ji Shaojun: "..."

What are these?

He could understand growth hormone, but why do you pinch the cucumber?

Ji Shaojun didn't understand, but he didn't dare to say anything.

After Ji Heng came out, he spoke silently: "That Xu En wants to treat our family to a meal. Dad, what do you think?"

Xu En has a good impression of the Ji family as a whole. The Ji family is upright and has great character. If he wants to marry Ji Mulan, he must invite them to a meal to discuss the marriage.

Ji Shaojun also has a good impression of Xu En. He is polite and his speech skills are much better than the Ren family.

He only has one sister, Ji Mulan.

Even though Ji Mulan ran away from home and married the Bai family, Ji Shaojun did not give up this sister.

Now that she has found a good home, Ji Shaojun is also happy for her. Of course, if Ji Mulan improves a little bit as a mother, Ji Shaojun may be even happier.

"I have to go to class," Bai Di said slowly, "I missed two days of class and have to make up for it."

"Why did you miss two days of class?" Ji Shaojun didn't know that she went to Jiangjing to compete.

Bai Di drank the last sip of milk and smiled at Ji Shaojun: "I'll go see how Jiangjing is doing. If it's good, I'll prepare to take the entrance exam for Jiangjing University."

Ji Shaojun: "...As long as you are happy."

"A Di is not going," Ji Heng took a rag and asked Ji Shaojun to move the embroidery frame out. After thinking for a while, he said, "I'll go with you."

He wanted to explain everything to Ji Mulan.

Ji Shaojun nodded, and he went in to move the embroidery frame, "Then I'll reply to Mr. Xu."

"Grandpa, uncle, I'm going to school." Bai Di is now very sensitive to the name Ji Mulan.

She and Ji Mulan are two parallel lines. As long as the other party is fine and doesn't mess with her, it's fine.

"Go ahead," Ji Heng asked Ji Shaojun to be careful when moving things, and waved to Bai Di, "Watch out for cars on the road."

After Bai Di left, he looked at Ji Shaojun who was moving the embroidery frame.

"Are you really going to demolish it?"

Ji Shaojun moved the embroidery frame, and rarely took out a cigarette, and responded vaguely, "I won't sign."

He squatted aside with a silent expression.

Ji Heng took a rag and wiped the embroidery frame slowly, "Do you want me to go and talk to Ren..."

"Don't worry about it." Ji Shaojun was extremely disgusted with the Ren family. He knew what Ji Heng wanted to do as soon as he heard it, "They won't agree to this either."

Ji Heng looked at Ji Shaojun like that and didn't say anything more about it, but just frowned slightly.

**

Bai Xi took her schoolbag and went to school. Just

after leaving Qingshui Street.

She saw a blue car parked opposite.

Bai Xi raised her eyebrows, she walked over and stretched out her hand to knock on the door.

The passenger seat's window was lowered, revealing the man sitting in the driver's seat.

Jiang Fuli was still wearing the white shirt from last night, his right hand loosely resting on the steering wheel, his palm supporting his face, his light-colored eyes looking towards the passenger seat.

"Aren't you still in Jiangjing?" Bai Di paused her listening, and was very surprised to see him appear at the gate of Qingshui Street so early in the morning.

Jiang Fuli came back to his senses.

He leaned over to open the passenger door, tapping the steering wheel casually with his fingertips, "I came back last night. I have something to do in the lab. Get in the car first."

He said it without changing his expression.

Bai Di opened the passenger seat.

Just as she was about to turn on her listening again, she saw several WeChat messages received on her phone.

Lance: [This idea is simply great]

Lance: [Now I will try it]

Lance: [[Picture]]

He sent a CT scan.

Bai Di clicked it and took a look, and could clearly see the bone structure.

She was indeed very resistant to Western medicine at first, but after communicating with her for the past two days, she realized that it was not without reason that Western medicine was so popular in this society.

One of the reasons is that most of the prescriptions of traditional Chinese medicine have been lost.

Another reason is that Western medicine is based on science and can tell you clearly about any disease.

Almost all of it relies on machines, and the cause and source of the disease can be seen clearly.

Bai Mi had to admit that this was a merit.

They didn't need to observe, smell, ask, or feel.

Bai Mi leaned back in her chair, but she had seen real doctors who didn't need to rely on instruments. Back then, those traveling doctors in Xiangcheng could tell the cause of the soldiers' illnesses at a glance.

She always felt that there was no cultural gap.

But now she couldn't help but start to wonder, how could it be replaced by Western medicine that has been around for thousands of years after being passed down for hundreds of years...

Red light.

Jiang Fuli saw that she had stopped at the English listening page for a long time without clicking play, and couldn't help but tilt his head and comment on her learning: "...Meditating on English?"

Bai Mi came back to her senses.

She was wearing a blue and white school uniform, revealing her snow-white collar. The window was half open, and the wind lifted her hair gently. Her eyebrows were so delicate that they were eye-catching.

Bai Di first glanced at her phone, then looked at Jiang Fuli lazily, squinted slightly, and raised the corners of her lips: "No, I'm thinking about how to get rid of English."

Mr. Jiang, who can kill people everywhere at any time: "..."

He stepped on the accelerator.

For no reason, he knew that Bai Di really wanted to get rid of English.

"Why don't you say anything?" Bai Di supported her chin with her hand and raised her eyebrows.

Jiang Fuli turned the steering wheel and said calmly, "I want to, but we have to be rational."

"Peace, peace," Bai Fuli turned on the English listening again, smiled at him, and sighed, "I know."

Jiang Fuli turned the car around and tilted his head to see a trace of regret between her eyebrows.

"..."

**

Bai Fuli returned to school, and Lu Xiaohan and others asked her where she had been these two days.

"Something," Bai Fuli answered casually. She put her schoolbag on the desk, glanced in the direction of Yang Lin, and frowned, "Did my deskmate come yesterday?"

"No," Lu Xiaohan whispered, "Mother Lu seemed to visit home last night, I don't know what happened."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Bai Fu's eyes again and didn't dare to say anything else.

Yang Lin had always been a loner, and Lu Xiaohan only became acquainted with Yang Lin after she came from Bai Jian.

Bai Zian sat down and slowly took out the books from her schoolbag, thinking about asking Lu Lingxi for his address later.

The phone lit up again.

This time it was news about Qiu Xuezheng.

Teacher Qiu: [The quota will be announced at ten o’clock today. Please remember to tell me as soon as possible. ]

Bai Zian took out the biology book and took a look at it -

[Can't read, I have to go to class]

She replied very calmly.

Teacher Qiu: [? 】

Teacher Qiu: 【Have you returned to Xiangcheng? Are you just going back to Xiangcheng? Have you really returned to Xiangcheng? ]

Qiu Xuezheng asked three questions in a row.

Bai Qian: [I still have to go to class]

Teacher Qiu has no doubt that she can win the award: [But she still has to receive the award after the announcement! You still have to attend the award ceremony! 】

[Classes can be attended at any time! ]

Bai Xi replied very coldly and ruthlessly: [Then they can send it back]

on the other end of the phone.

Teacher Qiu found it difficult to understand.

The Lanting Award is held every three years. Three years ago, Qiu Boqing stayed until the last minute even though he was just nominated. Bai Xi said "send it back"?

You don't even want to accept the award, so you still want to send it back?

Seeing that Bai Xi didn't reply to him, he guessed that the other party was doing practice questions again.

Qiu Xuezhen picked up the phone and called Vice Chairman Qian.

"Vice Chairman," Qiu Xuezhen said politely. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "When the results are out later, tell me as soon as possible."

The number of candidates for the Lanting Award of the Chinese Calligraphy Association is posted on the bulletin board.

Once the selection is completed, it will be posted on the list of the Chinese Calligraphy Association. Two days later, it will be posted on the official website of the Chinese Calligraphy Association.

The list will be posted on time at 10 o'clock today.

"I know," Vice Chairman Qian was more anxious than Qiu Xuezheng. It was less than eight o'clock, and he was already waiting in front of the list with a group of people. "You don't have to worry too much."

He hung up the phone.

Vice Chairman Qian looked at Jian Rong beside him. He patted Jian Rong's shoulder and said, "Don't be nervous. You are sure to get the second prize."

Jian Rong smiled and shifted her attention. "By the way, where is the female classmate from before? Why didn't I see her today?"

"She went home." Vice Chairman Qian answered.

"Go home?" Jian Rong was a little surprised.

Beside him, Qiu Boqing was not surprised. "You won't get the prize anyway."

Vice Chairman Qian said to Jian Rong lightly, and didn't mention Bai Mi anymore. After all, he mentioned her only to divert attention.

"Xie Jinyun and Miss Xu didn't come today." Qiu Boqing thought of these two people and looked around.

"It's normal," Vice President Qian understood very well, "They are first and second, it's a done deal, there's no need for you to come. It's unlucky for you to meet them in this Lanting Award."

This is the confidence in one's own strength.

At nine forty,

the Chinese Calligraphy Association came with a red list.

Everyone eagerly watched the red list covered with red silk being posted on the bulletin board.

Vice President Qian and Jian Rong, who had been talking, stopped talking and stared at the list intently.

At ten o'clock,

the red silk was lifted.

In an instant, everyone rushed forward.

Vice President Qian had foresight. One of the reasons why the North City Calligraphy Association sent him was because of his good physical strength.

He was the first to squeeze in, and looked from bottom to top. The first thing was the nominations. Skimming through the names one by one, he saw "Xu Hao" and "Qiu Boqing" in the nominations.

Both of them have the possibility of competing for the third prize.

Vice President Qian thought that at least one of the two would be able to enter the third prize this time, so how come they were both just shortlisted?

He frowned slightly.

Why didn't both of them perform well?

Then he looked at the third prize. There were many third prize winners. He looked at them one by one. When he was about to skim through them, he saw a familiar name in it -

Jian Rong!

Jian Rong is Beicheng's biggest hope this time.

The second prize is almost a sure thing, so how could it be only the third prize?

Vice President Qian couldn't believe it. He looked at the third prize three times before he was sure that Jian Rong was really the third prize.

At the same time, there were cries of "what's going on" from the people around him. It seemed that most people had doubts about the grading this time.

Jian Rong won the third prize, so who would win the second prize?

Vice Chairman Qian frowned and looked at the second prize.

There are many awards in the Lanting Award. In the past, the first prize of the Art Calligraphy Award would be set at 3-5, and the second prize would be set at ten.

However, this year, there are only five second prize winners!

He looked at the first name displayed for the second prize -

Xie Yufeng.

This is the name used by Xie Jinyun in the calligraphy world, and almost everyone present knows it.

The question is why Xie Jinyun only won the second prize? ?

Did Xu Yajun surpass Xie Jinyun?

Vice President Qian looked at the list of names following Xie Jinyun, and it was Xu Yajun.

The next three names were all names that could win the first prize of the Chinese Calligraphy Association this time, so why are they all in the second prize?

There is no first prize this year? ?

Everyone had this question and looked at the first row.

The sunlight at ten o'clock was a bit dazzling.

Vice President Qian felt that there might be something wrong with this world. He wiped his eyes and looked at the first row.

Then his fingers trembled, and it took several times before he took out the report form that he had folded into a ball from his pocket.

He looked at the last name -

Name: Bai Shi

Contestant name: Bai Li

After repeated confirmation, he raised his head again and looked at the first row -

there were only five words.

First Prize: Bai Ji

This year's Lanting Award first prize broke the record.

For the first time, there were no multiple first prize winners.

Instead, the first prize was set up specifically for one person, and no one else could compare with this person!

First place in a row.

Good morning, who said I couldn't write a good article today to win a prize? Nonsense!

I wrote it! (So this first place in a row is worth a precious monthly ticket~)

See you tomorrow~