Chapter 86 What do you think of this calligraphy?
It took her a long time before her fingers gradually loosened.
The scroll was of good quality and left no fingernail marks.
Zhong Zhiwan pursed her lips and glanced at the office.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that everyone else was busy organizing their entries and hadn't noticed her.
She lost her composure just now.
Zhong Zhiwan put the scroll back in its place, her expression indifferent.
If you told her that Ying Zijing wrote this, she wouldn't believe it even once.
She had already seen Ying Zijing's information from Grandpa Zhong, and the information was detailed down to each year.
Qingshui County is an economically underdeveloped and impoverished village. Forget about learning calligraphy, even having enough to eat is a problem.
The characters on this scroll could not have been written without decades of experience.
It is clearly the work of a master calligrapher.
Even her calligraphy teacher might not be able to write characters like that.
Can Ying Zijin write?
Zhong Zhiwan frowned.
She never expected that Ying Zijin would try to cheat to win an award at the arts festival.
They're greedy for money; they've really gone mad with poverty.
Zhong Zhiwan had never participated in previous arts festivals. She turned her head and asked calmly, "Have any students cheated before?"
Upon hearing this, the ministers stopped what they were doing, somewhat surprised: "Cheating?"
“For example—” Zhong Zhiwan paused, “have someone else write or draw for you, and then write your name on it and hand it in.”
"This..." The Minister of Arts and Literature thought for a moment, "It seems that it happened before. I heard from the senior students that a few years ago, a student did this and submitted a piece of calligraphy by a famous calligrapher to a competition."
"But given his age, it's obvious he couldn't write it. What's even funnier is that the famous calligrapher was there that day and exposed him directly."
"Because the impact was too serious, and the student was embarrassed online, he was expelled."
Zhong Zhiwan nodded: "I understand."
"So from then on, nobody dared to cheat." The Minister of Arts asked, "Zhiwan, did you discover the cheating?"
"Not necessarily." Zhong Zhiwan smiled. "It's not certain yet, so we can't make baseless accusations."
"Oh." The Minister of Arts and Literature didn't say much, and lowered his head to record the names on the roster. "Anyway, whoever dares to do that will definitely be finished."
What was said without malice may have been taken to heart by the listener.
Zhong Zhiwan thought for a moment, then took out the scroll and left the office.
**
After leaving the activity center, Zhong Zhiwan headed towards the elite class.
On the way, I ran into the students from Class 19 who had just finished their PE class.
Even from dozens of meters away, Zhong Zhiwan could see that her classmates were all gathered around the girl, looking very excited.
Even when Jiang Ran and Xiu Yu stood beside her, they automatically concealed their sharpness and aura.
This is something that would never happen.
Zhong Zhiwan was not unaware that many things had changed since Ying Zijin left the elite class.
And then there's Grandpa Zhong's attitude towards her.
Zhong Zhiwan glanced at the girl, tightened his grip, used his schoolbag to cover the scroll, lowered his head, and hurried away.
As if afraid of being seen.
"Why is Zhong Zhiwan running around crouched down?" Xiu Yu glanced at her and clicked his tongue. "Is she trying to steal something?"
Ying Zijing, munching on a lollipop, didn't even look at him upon hearing this, simply replying indifferently, "Perhaps."
“Speaking of which, Father Ying, I always feel that you—” Xiu Yu stroked his chin, “sometimes you’re like a charlatan.”
Ying Zijing tilted her head, her phoenix eyes slightly raised: "A charlatan?"
"It's like you can predict the future." Xiu Yu couldn't quite put his finger on it, and said vaguely, "Anyway, you give off a very mysterious vibe."
“Hmm.” Ying Zijin nodded. “Then I can give you a free fortune telling.”
"Fortune telling?" Xiu Yu was taken aback. "Father Ying, don't tell me you're a diviner."
After finishing her lollipop, Ying Zijing said, "No."
Diviners typically rely on external objects or even supernatural science to explore what they want to know.
Unlike prophecies, the results of divination given by fortune tellers are ambiguous.
Playing tarot cards is the same.
She wasn't doing divination; she was seeing things directly.
However, observing the future or the past consumes too much of her energy, because these all involve cause and effect.
Therefore, she generally does not use her divination abilities until she has fully recovered.
Apart from things she could tell at a glance.
Such as an ordinary person's name, age, and what they are going to do.
"I knew it." Xiu Yu took it as a joke and didn't pay much attention. "But Father Ying, if you're interested in divination, you can go to the capital for a visit sometime."
"There's a family of charlatans in the capital who set up fortune-telling stalls every day, but they're really just scamming people out of money."
"What charlatan? What do you know?" Jiang Ran sneered upon hearing this. "They really can predict the future."
"What a load of rubbish!" Xiu Yu roared. "I've been scammed before. They dragged me along on the street to draw some kind of fortune stick, and then forced me to pay for the interpretation. They swindled a month's allowance from me."
Enraged, she smashed the fortune teller's stall.
Ying Zijing paused, lost in thought.
This way of doing things...
Um.
She yawned, returned to her classroom, and began another round of sleeping.
**
The arts festival is scheduled for April 6th and will last for three days.
Except for the senior year of high school and the third year of junior high school, all other grades will have a holiday.
Ever since the Ying Feifei incident, Grandpa Zhong has been very concerned about Qingzhi's every move, and this time is no exception.
Two days before the art festival, on Saturday, he called Ying Zijing.
"Zijin, aren't you participating in the arts festival? How's it going? Do you need Grandpa's help?"
He knew the child hadn't been able to learn these things before, but now it was too late to hire a teacher.
However, he himself is a rough man, and all he knows how to do is play chess.
"Alright, alright, Grandpa will come to see you then." Grandpa Zhong replied with a smile, "Don't feel pressured, whatever you write is the best."
Zhong Zhiwan, who was standing to the side, felt increasingly upset as she listened. She made up her mind and stood up, saying, "Grandpa, I'm going out for a bit."
In the past, if Zhong Zhiwan wanted to go out, Grandpa Zhong would definitely give her a long lecture.
But this time he didn't say anything, he just waved his hand.
Zhong Zhiwan took a deep breath and left the Zhong family.
She took a taxi and headed straight to the eastern part of Shanghai, arriving at a villa.
In the yard, a man was weeding. Upon seeing her, he was somewhat surprised: "Zhiwan, what brings you here?"
"I've come to see Senior Brother Lin." Zhong Zhiwan stepped forward. "I have something I'd like to ask Senior Brother Lin for advice on."
This is her senior fellow student, Lin Xi, who studied with her under a master calligrapher.
Lin Xi wiped his hands and asked as he walked into the house, "What is it?"
Zhong Zhiwan took out the scroll, opened it, and laid it flat on the table in front of her.
"Senior Brother Lin, what do you think of this calligraphy?"
Lin Xi leaned forward to take a look, paused for a moment, and then exclaimed in shock: "Zhiwan, did you write this?"
I have to mention this!
The female protagonist's surname is Ying, the same as Ying Zheng's, and her given name is Wang Kou Yue Nu Fan.
The Qin Emperor was a woman, so the character for "woman" is in the middle. Easy to remember, right?
The character for "win" in the Chinese word for "win" contains the character for "shell," which is related to money.
(End of this chapter)
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