MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning

  Chapter 59 059 He stared dumbfounded at the white scorpion taking off the iridium (two more)

  There are only so many people participating in the Lanting Award this time, and Xu Yajun only admits that Xie Jinyun is better than her.

   As for the others...

   As for the third place, she didn't even think about it.

  Xu En looked in the rearview mirror and was very amazed: "Even if you are second, you are very good. There have been so many Lanting Awards, and only one female gentleman has won the first prize."

  If Xu Yajun gets the second place, the popularity will be stronger than that of Xie Jinyun.

   Xu En is also very clear about this.

   I became more and more jealous of my old classmates.

  As the co-pilot, Ji Mulan was holding the phone. She couldn't get in the conversation, so she just searched for the Lanting Award.

  As for "Ming Shao", Xie Jinyun, and Chairman Xue, she has no idea.

  **

   Because it is Saturday.

  Bai Po and Ji Heng had dinner at Ji Shaojun's house at noon.

   "This place may be demolished." At the dinner table, Ji Shaojun frowned and mentioned this matter.

  Shen Qing was also exceptionally silent.

  Bai Po sat quietly on the side, eating slowly and listening to them.

  Ji Heng lowered his head and picked up the cigarette stick, lit it, and took a puff before he spoke, "It may not be dismantled until the official notice is issued. Don't worry, go fishing in the afternoon to relax."

   "That's right." Shen Qing suddenly smiled and picked up a chopstick for Bai Po, "In a place like ours, any developer who would like us would eat it."

  Ji Shaojun slightly loosened his eyebrows, he picked up his chopsticks again, "Where to go fishing."

   "Xianghe," Ji Heng has always had a bad appetite and didn't eat too much, so he just urged Ji Shaojun to eat quickly, "Xiao Chen will also go later, let's take a few good seats after eating."

  After dinner, Ji Heng took Ji Shaojun to go fishing.

  Bai Po took her schoolbag and went to the library.

  As soon as he went out, the phone turned on, it was Lance's WeChat.

  Lance: 【Hello】

  Bai Po raised his eyebrows, 【OK】

  Lance: [Chinese medicine is simply a miracle]

  Lance: [[picture]]

  He sent a picture to Bai Po, who brought it to the door, and opened it casually, it was a medical diagnosis.

  Bai Po: [~&︶;)*&…%#@%)]

   After answering, she doesn't care if the other person can understand or not.

  She walked out slowly, and just turned to the vocabulary app, another message appeared on the top of the phone——

  Mom: 【Where is you? Come eat with us at noon, there is an important person on your Uncle Xu's side]

  She thought she was making contacts for Bai Po and giving Bai Po a step.

  Bai Po's footsteps paused slightly. This was the first time the other party sent her a message, and she didn't know that the original owner still had her on WeChat.

  She followed the message and clicked in.

   Then I saw the dialog with Ji Mulan, a very long page, almost full of news from the original owner.

  Two years ago: 【Mom, where are you going? 】

  【Dad brought back the pair of brothers and sisters, Mom, why haven't you come back yet? 】

  【I will never be willful again, I will study hard】

  【…】

  The original owner seemed to regard Ji Mulan as a memo, and everything would be recorded.

  The last sentence was three months ago: [Father took away the apprentice post you sent me]

  Ji Mulan didn't reply a single word.

  She insisted on doing what she wanted for her daughter, and couldn't accept her daughter's mediocrity. After her marriage was in crisis, she left the original owner alone.

  Today is the first time Ji Mulan sent a message.

  Bai Po stopped, she took a deep breath, almost with a cold face, and deleted Ji Mulan's WeChat from her friend list.

   Then he raised his head slightly and put his hands on his heart.

   It seems that he can feel the despair of the original owner remaining in this world.

  Outside the community gate.

  A black car parked quietly opposite, the door was open, Jiang He squatted on the front of the car, covered his ears with his hands, and stared intently at the direction of the gate of the community.

  Beside him, Jiang Fuli stood coldly in a black shirt.

   Probably because he was overly angry, he unbuttoned one of the buttons on his collar, and his lonely and cold eyes ran towards Jiang He like a cold moon, indifferent and arrogant, without any emotion.

  He is tall and slender, and the profile of his face is just right as if drawn with fine brushwork, but no one who passes by the gate of the community dares to approach him.

  Bai Po stood at the gate of the community and watched for a while.

  The mood slowly eased down.

  She is wearing a smoky blue dress today, and a long white coat over it. The coat has no buttons, but is left open casually, and clusters of green vines are embroidered on the cuffs of the skirt.

   Rolled up in a circle and gently swayed by the wind, it seems to be torn out.

   It complements the colorful poppies at the skirt.

   "What's the matter with him?" Bai Po stood beside Jiang He, looked down at him for a moment, put his phone away, and asked Jiang Fuli lazily.

  Jiang Fuli glanced at Jiang He, "Chi Lu cooks dishes he doesn't like at noon."

  Jiang He is very picky about food, and what he picks is completely different from normal people.

  The chefs of Jiang’s family know his habits, and every time he cooks one or two dishes that Jiang He can eat.

   Chi Yundai didn't know, after knowing that Jiang He didn't eat anything, he cautiously added a word that picky eaters don't grow up tall, and Jiang He has been sullen all his life until now.

  Jiang Fuli endured all the way without scolding him.

   He only gave Chi Yundai a list of the dishes that Jiang He would not eat.

  Bai Po nodded. She went back to check last time. Children with autism disorder have strange personalities. Jiang He doesn't eat almost all the same type of dishes, which may have a shadow on him.

  So even Jiang Fuli refrained from scolding him.

  The three of them arrived at the library, and Ming Dongheng just delivered Jiang He's meal.

  He stood quietly behind Jiang Fuli and reported to him: "I have already given the things to the people of the Chinese Calligraphy Association."

  Ming Dongheng is not familiar with the Chinese Calligraphy Association, nor does he know Xu Yajun, so he collectively refers to the other party as the "Chinese Calligraphy Association".

  Because Jiang He wanted to eat, Bai Po and the others stayed in the coffee shop on the first floor of the library.

  Jiang Fuli was sitting on a chair in the coffee shop, with one hand resting on the back of the chair casually, with a clear expression of coldness between his brows, and he only said "um".

  Bai Po crossed his legs, took out a biology question on the side, and did it slowly.

   "By the way," Ming Dongheng saw that Jiang Fuli was in a good mood, and then he said, "The Chinese Calligraphy Association will ask if you have the possibility to be a judge..."

  Before he finished speaking, Jiang Fuli glanced at Ming Dongheng indifferently.

   Act like you're joking.

  Ming Dongheng: "..."

   It wasn't him who was joking, but President Xue.

  Ming Dongheng breathed a sigh of relief when Jiang Fuli withdrew his gaze, stopped looking at him, and lowered his head to talk to Bai Po beside him.

  Take out your phone, Aite Jiang Xijue in the group.

  Ming Dongheng: [@江西娜works are given, but other Jiang Shao refused. 】

  Jiang Xijue returned very quickly this time.

  Jiang Xijue: [? ? ? 】

  Jiang Xijue: [Are you still alive? 】

  Jiang Xijue is very straightforward: [I don't believe it]

  Xu Nanjing: [Deduction of 1 proves that you are not a robot]

  Ming Dongheng: [Heh. 】

  Ming Dongheng: 【You don’t understand. 】

  He put away his mobile phone, carefully glanced at Bai Po, and straightened his chest.

  **

  Bai Po spent the whole afternoon studying in the library.

  At four o'clock, I received a call from Qiu Xuezheng, who asked her how she was practicing.

   Knowing that Bai Po was doing homework in the library all day, Qiu Xuezheng was very silent, "You haven't practiced big characters all day?"

   "Yes." There is no one else in the science and engineering department on the second floor except Bai Po and Ning Xiao.

  Bai Po held the mobile phone in one hand, and was still drawing pictures slowly with the other.

   "You come to me this time, let me see your normal level," Qiu Xuezheng said very tactfully, "Your principal said that you were in good shape last time, and big characters need to be practiced seriously, practice makes perfect."

  He thought for a while.

   Recalling Bai Chi's indifferent appearance last time, she always felt that she was a little unreliable.

   "I have an old Langhao brush here, and I also have rice paper. You can take it back to practice when you come here." Qiu Xuezheng straightened his expression, "You just come over and try."

  Calligraphy is also very strict with utensils.

  Like an old calligrapher, the Langhao pen in his hand is decades old. The nib is soft but flexible, and the waist of the pen is very strong.

   Xuan paper should be as old as possible.

  This is also one of the reasons why calligraphy burns money.

  Bai Po thought for a while, "OK."

  By his side, Jiang Fuli heard her conversation clearly. He still held a black pen between his **** and index finger. The tip of the pen rested on the snow-white paper. He raised his hand and glanced at the watch on his left hand: "Going?"

   "Well," Bai Po slowly put away the books one by one, "go to a teacher's house."

  Jiang Fuli nodded, he glanced at Ning Xiao who was opposite him, and tapped his fingertips on the table leisurely.

   Then randomly push the paper over.

  Ning Xiao carefully put away the draft paper: "I will."

  Beside him, Lu Xiaohan didn't dare to look up.

   Waiting for Jiang Fuli and Bai Po to leave, Lu Xiaohan raised her head. She looked at Ning Xiao, amazed: "How dare you ask him a question?"

   "..." Ning Xiao was silent for a while, "It's actually okay."

  Compared to Tang Ming, he is normal.

  Lu Xiaohan glanced at the paper in Ning Xiao's hand, she couldn't understand what was written on it.

  **

   Enemies.

   Qiu Xuezheng put down what he was doing, and waited in the hall for Bai Po to come over.

  Qiu Boqing came back from the outside, "Grandpa."

  He looked at Qiu Xuezheng and wanted to say something, but thinking about his grandfather's attitude last time, he didn't dare to say anything.

   "Well," Qiu Xuezheng lowered his head, took a sip of tea slowly, and kept his eyes on the door, "Don't go out for the next two days, practice big characters more, and sharpen your mind."

  Qiu Boqing went to see Ren's family, and Ren Qian wanted him to do the work of collaborating with Qiu Xuezheng.

   But when the words came to his lips, he didn't dare to say them.

  Just as he was about to go upstairs to practice calligraphy, the guard brought someone in, "Teacher Qiu, classmate Bai is here."

  Not everyone can enter Qiu Xuezheng's residence, so he greeted the guard in advance.

  Bai Po crossed the threshold and walked in slowly. She took her schoolbag and greeted Qiu Xuezheng politely: "Teacher Qiu."

  Brows and eyes are lazy and casual.

  Qiu Boqing didn't know Bai Po, so he glanced at her and was about to go upstairs.

   "...Are you really still in the library?" Qiu Xuezheng was silent for a long time, and then said seriously: "You may not be able to win the third prize this time. There are many people participating in the Lanting Award this time."

   Qiu Boqing, who was about to go upstairs, paused when he heard the words.

  He suddenly turned his head and looked at Qiu Xuezheng: "Grandpa, do you recommend her to participate in the Lanting Award?"

   Qiu Xuezheng frowned slightly, "That's right, her writing skills are very distinctive, and her artistic conception is much stronger than yours."

  Qiu Boqing turned his eyes to Bai Po, and he put it on the escalator, looking at Bai Po inquiringly, with a sense of reluctance: "How much score do you get in level nine?"

  Hearing him ask this question, Qiu Xuezheng also looked at Bai Po.

  Bai Po's cold and white face showed no expression, he only raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked slowly: "What level nine?"

   "ccpt," Qiu Boqing's face became condensed, watching Bai Po getting colder and colder, the expression of wanting to explore gradually disappeared, "Calligraphy and painting grades, you haven't taken the certificate?"

  Bai Po doesn't even know what ccpt is, so he just frowned: "Is this still a certificate?"

  What is the proof?

"It seems that I didn't take the ninth grade." Qiu Boqing looked away, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Qiu Xuezheng, "Grandpa, who is she? You would rather recommend someone who didn't pass the ninth grade than Willing to recommend Junior Sister?"

   "Qiu Boqing," Qiu Xuezheng put down his teacup with a "snap" and shouted angrily, "Pay attention to your words, you will know after reading Bai's words."

  Qiu Boqing was very dissatisfied with Qiu Xuezheng's failure to recommend Ren Wanxuan.

   "Let's talk about it after she passes the ninth grade." Qiu Boqing turned and went back upstairs.

   Behind him, Qiu Xuezheng shook his head.

  Different from Qiu Boqing, he knew that Bai Po didn't even know about the Lanting Award, and he didn't take the ccpt test, which was beyond his expectation and made sense. This made him even more curious about who the hermit Bai Po's teacher was.

   "He fights for his junior sister, don't take it to heart." Qiu Xuezheng apologized to Bai Po.

   "I really didn't take the test," Bai Po shook his head, and immediately asked another question, "Now all these have to be tested?"

   She seems to have learned a new term.

   Research.

   Without a certificate, you will not be recognized.

   "I'll take you to try the pen," Qiu Xuezheng took her upstairs, explaining as he walked, "Don't talk about calligraphy and painting, old Chinese medicine practitioners need a certificate to practice medicine. Without a certificate, it is illegal."

  Law Prohibited Without Permission.

  Do all old Chinese medicine practitioners need a certificate?

  Bai Po followed behind, and said in a daze: "Then Fang Langzhong is gone?"

   "There used to be in Xiangcheng," Qiu Xuezheng was surprised by such an ancient word in Bai Po's mouth, and then said, "Because of the need for medical certificates, these people all disappeared."

  Bai Po was a little silent.

  She seems to understand now why Lu Lingxi has been managing Zhang Shize.

  Qiu Xuezheng opened the door of the study room, and solemnly took out a pencil case from the drawer. When he opened it, he found a black-brown Langhao pen, "Try this pen today and see if it works smoothly."

  He pulled out plain white paper again.

   Let Bai Po try the pen first.

  Bai Po gave a "hmm", didn't want to prove anything, put his schoolbag aside, then walked to the desk, and saw the Langhao pen that Qiu Xuezheng took out at a glance.

  From her eyes, she can naturally see that this sum is very precious.

   Qiu Xuezheng has a big desk, and he is bending over to study ink. He smiled at Bai Po: "You try it first."

  Bai Po nodded slightly. She held the Langhao pen in her right hand and gently lifted her slightly wide sleeve with her left hand. She dipped a little ink in her hand and bent down to write the word "Xiang" with the pen.

  This is the first time Qiu Xuezheng has seen Bai Po write big characters, the strokes are smooth, and the strokes cut into the characters. Today's characters are better than last time.

   Explain that she was not in a sudden state last time, but her normal level.

   "Yes," Qiu Xuezheng stopped. He looked at Bai Po with piercing eyes: "Although many students of the master have come out to participate this time, I think you definitely have the third prize this time!"

  Third Prize...

  Bai Po tilted his head slightly, thought for a while, "Wait a moment."

   "What?" Qiu Xuezheng didn't understand.

  Bai Po gently put down the Langhao brush, raised the sleeve of his right hand, revealing a bright red ribbon inside and a silver ball tied around his wrist.

   Qiu Xuezheng stared dumbfounded at Bai Po just reaching out and taking the white metal ball off his wrist.

   Good morning

   In the past, Ah Po and her elder brother abandoned their pens and picked up their guns, but today in Taiping, she abandoned their guns and picked up their pens, all for the same thing haha

   Then there are Chuxue, fruit jelly, chili fried pork, Piao Piao did not add the group to provide the address, these babies don’t forget~

  

  

  (end of this chapter)