After a long time, her fingers gradually loosened.
The quality of the scroll was good enough that no fingernail marks were left.
Zhong Zhiwan pursed her lips and glanced at the office.
She was relieved to find that everyone else was still busy organizing their entries and hadn't noticed her.
She just lost her composure.
After putting the scroll back in place, Zhong Zhiwan looked indifferent.
If someone told her that this was written by Ying Zijin, she would never believe it.
She had already seen Ying Zijin's information from Mr. Zhong, which was detailed down to every year.
Qingshui County has a backward economy and is a poor village. Not to mention learning calligraphy, even having enough food to eat is a problem.
The words on this scroll could not have been written without decades of practice.
It is obviously the work of a great calligrapher.
Even her calligraphy teacher might not be able to write such characters.
Can Ying Zijin write?
Zhong Zhiwan frowned.
She didn't expect that Ying Zijin would actually try to cheat in order to win the art festival award.
He is blinded by money and has gone crazy because of poverty.
Zhong Zhiwan had never participated in the previous art festival. She turned around and asked calmly, "Have any students cheated in the past?"
Hearing this, the ministers all stopped what they were doing, a little surprised: "Cheating?"
"For example..." Zhong Zhiwan paused, "Let others write and draw for you, and then write your name and hand it in."
"This..." The head of the Arts Department thought for a moment, "It seems to have happened. I heard from seniors that a student did this a few years ago and submitted the calligraphy of a famous calligrapher to a competition."
"But at his age, he obviously couldn't write. What's even funnier is that the famous calligrapher was there that day and he exposed it right away."
"Because the impact was so serious and the shame was spread online, the student was expelled."
Zhong Zhiwan nodded: "I understand."
"So from then on, no one dared to cheat." The head of the Arts Department asked, "Zhi Wan, did you discover the cheating?"
"Not really." Zhong Zhiwan smiled, "I'm not sure yet, so I can't just slander him."
"Oh." The Minister of Literature and Art said nothing more, and lowered his head to record it on the roster. "Anyway, whoever dares to do this will definitely be doomed."
The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously.
Zhong Zhiwan thought about it, took out the scroll and left the office.
——
After leaving the activity center, Zhong Zhiwan walked towards the gifted class.
On the way, I met students from Class 19 who had just finished their physical education class.
From a distance of several dozen meters, Zhong Zhiwan saw the classmates surrounding the girl, looking very excited.
Even when Jiang Ran and Xiu Yu stood beside her, they automatically suppressed their sharp aura.
This is something that never happens.
Zhong Zhiwan was also aware that many things had changed since Ying Zijin left the elite class.
And then there is Mr. Zhong's attitude towards her.
Zhong Zhiwan glanced at the girl, tightened his grip, covered the scroll with his schoolbag, lowered his head, and hurried away.
Afraid of being seen.
"Why is Zhong Zhiwan running with his back bent?" Xiu Yu glanced at him and said, "Is he a thief?"
Ying Zijin was eating a lollipop and didn't even look at what he said. He just said lightly: "Maybe."
"Speaking of which, Father Ying, I always feel that you—" Xiu Yu touched his chin, "sometimes you act like a charlatan."
Ying Zijin tilted her head, her eyes slightly raised: "Spirit stick?"
"It feels like you can predict the future." Xiu Yu couldn't explain it, vaguely, "Anyway, it gives you a mysterious feeling."
"Yes." Ying Zijin nodded, "Then I can tell your fortune for free."
"Fortune-telling?" Xiu Yu was stunned. "Dad Ying, don't tell me you are a fortune-teller."
Ying Zijin finished eating the lollipop and then said, "No."
Fortune tellers usually use external objects or supernatural science to find out what they want to know.
Unlike prophecies, the divination results given by the fortune teller are ambiguous.
The same is true when playing Tarot cards.
She wasn't fortune-telling; she was seeing it directly.
However, whether observing the future or the past, it would consume too much of her energy because it all involves cause and effect.
Therefore, she generally would not use her divination ability before she fully recovered.
Except for the things she could tell at a glance.
Such as an ordinary person's name, age, and what he is going to do.
"I said so." Xiu Yu thought she was just playing and didn't pay much attention to it. "But father Ying, if you are interested in divination, you can go to the imperial capital in the future."
"There is a charlatan family in the imperial capital who set up stalls to tell fortunes every day, but they are actually just trying to scam people out of money."
"What kind of charlatan do you know?" Jiang Ran sneered when he heard this, "They are really good at calculating."
"That's bullshit." Xiu Yu was furious. "I was cheated once. They dragged me to draw some fortune on the way and forced me to pay for the fortune interpretation. They took away my monthly allowance."
She was so angry that she smashed the fortune-telling stall.
Ying Zijin paused, as if thinking about something.
This style of behavior...
Um.
She yawned, returned to the classroom and started a new round of sleep.
——
The art festival is scheduled for April 6th and will last for three days.
Except for the third year of high school and the third year of junior high school, all other grades will have holidays.
Ever since the incident with Ying Feifei, Mr. Zhong has been very concerned about Qing Zhi's every move, and this time is no exception.
Two days before the art festival, on Saturday, he called Ying Zijin.
"Zijin, aren't you attending the art festival? How is it going? Do you need Grandpa's help?"
He knew that the child had not been able to learn these things before, but it was too late to hire a teacher now.
But he is just a rough guy and only knows how to play chess.
"Okay, okay, grandpa will come to see you then." Mr. Zhong responded with a smile, "Don't feel pressured, grandpa will think whatever you write is the best."
Zhong Zhiwan was standing by, and the more she listened, the more upset she felt. She also had an idea in her mind, so she stood up and said, "Grandpa, I'm going out for a while."
If it were in the past, if Zhong Zhiwan wanted to go out, Grandpa Zhong would definitely give him a lot of instructions.
But this time he didn't say anything, 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. When he saw her, he was a little surprised: "Zhi Wan, why are you here?"
"I came to see Senior Brother Lin." Zhong Zhiwan stepped forward, "I have something else I want to ask Senior Brother Lin."
This is her senior brother Lin Xi, who studied with her under a calligraphy master.
Lin Xi wiped his hands and asked as he walked into the house, "What's the matter?"
Zhong Zhiwan took out the scroll, opened it, and spread it flat on the table.
"Brother Lin, what do you think of this calligraphy?"
Lin Xi leaned over and took a look. He was silent for a moment, then shocked: "Zhi Wan, did you write this?"
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