MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning

   Chapter 64 064 Calligraphy History, remove her

  Before this list comes out, even if these people doubt whether they can be selected, they will not doubt this year's seed players.

  However, it's so evil.

   The first is not Xie Jinyun, nor Xu Yajun.

   Not even these two were selected for the first prize.

   After the people who squeezed to the front to read the list were stunned for a moment, it was like a drop of water in a frying pan.

   "Who is this Bai Jian? Has anyone heard of it?"

   "Airborne First?"

   "What the **** did he write!"

   "This year's Lanting Award is really amazing, is it enough to be recorded in the annals of calligraphy?"

   "Can you hurry up to three days later?"

   "..."

  At this time, no one doubts the first level.

  After all, among the second prizes, one is Xie Jinyun, who was trained as the next president, and the other is Xu Yajun, a student of the current president.

  Who dares to play tricks on the Chinese Calligraphy Association?

  Under the light of these two this year, these two people can still be squeezed out, and the fault is number one.

  What can others say about this kind of strength?

   Vice President Qian was squeezed out again because he was too dazed.

   "Deputy," the people from Beicheng Calligraphy Association hurriedly gathered around, "How is it? Why did I hear them say that this year's list is strange?"

  Qiu Boqing was also anxious to know if he had won the third prize, "Did you see the list?"

   "This year's list is about to explode," Nancheng's manager was also squeezed out. He noticed that Jian Rong was only the third prize, "Who is this number one? Have you heard of Lao Qian?"

   "Ah..." Vice President Qian shook his eyes, looked at the sign-in sheet again, and said in a daze, "This...that, Xu Hao, Qiu Boqing and you two are shortlisted, and Jian Rong is the third prize."

  Hearing the news, Qiu Boqing and Jian Rong looked at each other, their heads drooping.

   His pitch-black eyes instantly lost their spirit.

"Don't be discouraged, you guys," the manager of Nancheng shook his head, his students only got the finalist award: "This time the award is too evil, there has been a change... Well, let alone you, Jian Rong, even Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun It's second prize."

   Jian Rong's disappointed heart instantly came to life, "They are only second prize?!"

  He shouted the voice of everyone.

  The boy squatting next to him quickly took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Bai Po: [Damn, brother, it's such a pity you left! Did you know that there is a pervert coming to the Lanting Award this year? ! Pushed Xie Jinyun to the second prize! 】

  His female brother was very indifferent and didn't reply to him.

  The most explosive news of this year's Lanting Awards is not that Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun didn't get the first prize, but that they both got the second prize!

  Vice President Qian looked at the manager of Nancheng, and waved the sign-in sheet, "That... the only first prize, it seems to belong to our Beicheng, the girl who left in ten minutes that day..."

  The voice is not clear.

   But Vice-hui Qian was the center, and the people within two meters around gradually became quiet.

  The boy who was still sending messages to Bai Po froze his fingers on the phone screen, "Huh?"

  Qiu Boqing also looked up subconsciously, "Vice President, who are you talking about?"

   "White scorpion."

  Qiu Boqing's mind buzzed, and it exploded.

  The people in the North City Calligraphy Association are now in a half-crazy state. The first prize has also crushed the double star Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun. It can be said that the North City Calligraphy Association has never seen such a glorious moment in so many years!

  Vice President Qian hurriedly took the phone, grinning uncontrollably, and reported the news to the Book Association in the group.

   Vice President Qian, who has always been strict and cold towards others, now smiles as if he doesn't want money.

   Then he called Qiu Xuezheng again.

   Where did this tm come from? !

  **

  Bai Po did not realize the turmoil brought about by the Lanting Award.

  When Qiu Xuezheng called her, she was in biology class.

   When class was over, she saw the 19 calls that Qiu Xuezheng had made 20 minutes ago. She took her mobile phone to the toilet and called Qiu Xuezheng.

   After calming down for twenty minutes, Qiu Xuezheng's mood has stabilized now.

   "Why don't you answer the phone?"

  Bai Po closed the door of the cubicle unhurriedly, raising his eyebrows: "I don't want to go to class?"

   Qiu Xuezheng thought for a while, and then said lightly: "You are the first, the only first prize."

   "Oh." Bai Po responded casually, then remembered, she stood up straight: "Then I can apply for the Book Association? How do I apply? Where do I apply?"

  On the other end of the phone, Qiu Xuezheng had question marks on his forehead.

   No, you're so calm about your fault number one?

  He thought so, so he asked.

   "My calligraphy is not very good." Bai Po was silent for a moment, then raised his head, smiling loosely, "You are now because there is no imperial examination system, and the pen has basically replaced the brush."

   Therefore, calligraphy regression is inevitable.

  She has held a writing brush and a gun since she was born. The Lanting Award this time is aimed at young people. If she loses in this to contestants who have held hard pens for many years.

  Bai Po felt that the teacher might get up overnight to drive her out of the teacher's door.

   "It's just taking advantage. If I compare with them in calligraphy with hard pens, I will definitely not be as good as them." Bai Po changed his hand to hold his mobile phone, and changed the topic: "So, where should I apply for the Calligraphy Association?"

   Qiu Xuezheng has completely lost his temper.

  You asked her how to write it, and she asked how you applied for the book association.

  You asked her to accept the award, and she said that she was going to take classes and asked how many resources you can apply for.

  You said there was a reporter who wanted to interview, she said she didn't want to lose face to the teacher, and then asked about how long it would take for the Book Association to finish.

  You told the China Calligraphy Association to invite her to join, and she said that she would just join the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association after the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association finished.

   Qiu Xuezheng hung up the phone, and suddenly remembered that day, Bai Po, who was about to turn around and leave the office, seemed to stay only after hearing the "application letter association".

  He sat at the desk and thought for a long time.

  **

  School is over in the evening.

  Bai Po didn't find Lu Lingxi, so he went to the printing room and printed out the application report sent to her by Qiu Xuezheng.

   I didn't bother to look for Jiang He, so I stood at the door, looking at the precautions at a glance.

When Jiang Fuli came over, he saw her with her blue and white school uniform open, revealing the snow-white undershirt, her schoolbag in one hand, and a stack of papers in the other, sitting on a stone bench, looking lazily at the files in .

  In the crowd, she is quite eye-catching.

  Feeling someone approaching, Bai Po raised his eyes and saw Jiang Fuli and Jiang He who had been forgotten by her.

  She blinked, her expression unchanged, "I'm about to call you to ask where you are."

  Jiang Fuli looked at the phone she hadn't even taken out: "..."

   Did not break through.

   "Are you going to apply for the Book Association?" He saw the paper printed by Bai Po at a glance.

  Ten lines at a glance, roughly understand the above content.

He didn't sleep last night. He went back to sleep in the morning. Not long after he got up, his whole person was much softer, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and his cold jade-like face was like wet mist on a cage. snow.

  Cool and soft.

  Bai Po turned another page with one hand, and lazily said, "Yes, but Teacher Qiu said that it will take a week to approve it after going through the process..."

  She estimates the time.

  There is a long way to go.

   "Well," Jiang Fuli looked away, "Did you apply?"

  Bai Po turned to the last page, holding the A4 paper between his slender fingertips, and raised his eyebrows: "It's about noon."

  Jiang Fuli was thoughtful.

  In the evening Ji Heng was going to have dinner with Xu En and the others, so Bai Po put away the A4 paper and left with Jiang Fu to find Chi Lv for dinner.

   Chi Yundai's memory is not as good as Jiang Fuli's and Bai Po's, and he learned that Jiang He will come today.

  He carefully studied a piece of paper Jiang Fuli gave him.

   Yes, one page.

   Not exaggerating.

   Chi Yundai realized in a trance that there are so many dishes in the world.

  He didn’t dare to complain about Jiang Fuli. There are so many people, only Bai Po looks very easy to talk to, "I was so picky about eating when I was young, and my mother would ask me if I slap me."

  Bai Po wants to get acquainted with whomever he wants to be able to put people's guard down in the shortest time, even Chi Yundai is almost devoted to her.

   are the kind of people the police fear most.

  Bai Po put away the A4 paper, took out the test paper and prepared to do the questions, glanced at the long list: "Jiang Xiaoniao is really picky eater."

   She commented politely.

   Chi Yundai wanted to laugh.

  Ginger bird?

  He endured it, not daring to yell at Jiang He, and went back to the kitchen with the knife.

   Secretly laughed out loud.

   Just before leaving, I saw Bai Po listing the calculations on the back of the A4 paper, and I was a little surprised: Why does Miss Bai, a senior high school student, look like the ancients? Filled with awe of pen and ink.

  It’s just a calculation formula, so cautious.

  **

   Qiu Xuezheng taught Bai Po how to help Xiangcheng apply for the Book Association in the morning.

   The name "Bai Jian" is very hot in the Chinese Calligraphy Association. Qiu Xuezheng estimates that he will receive the notification of the application approval next week. After all, this kind of organization has layers of review.

   But he never expected it.

  I just applied in the morning, and at 6 pm, when the staff of the Chinese Calligraphy Association got off work, I passed it.

  When the documents and funds were sent to the Bureau of Culture and Tourism, the director was taken aback.

  Even if there is white scorpion, this is too fast to be separated.

  Rocket ride is not so fast!

  The fact that Xiangcheng wants to establish a book association will naturally not be hidden from Ren Qian. At nearly seven o'clock in the evening, Ren Qian, Qiu Xuezheng, and the director of the Bureau of Culture and Tourism are sitting in the conference room of the Bureau of Culture and Tourism.

  Because I want to see Qiu Xuezheng.

  Ren Qian specially took Ren Wanxuan on board, hoping to find time for Qiu Xuezheng to help Ren Wanxuan recommend the next year's selection.

   This time Qiu Xuezheng did not refuse.

   "I never expected it," Ren Qian read the printed notice and documents, and was no less excited than the other two. "Xiangcheng is really going to establish a book association. Have you chosen the address yet?"

  Holding the Book Association is an affirmation of Xiangcheng culture.

   And the Chinese Calligraphy Association will send some people to come down to the Calligraphy Association, which is definitely a great joy for Xiangcheng.

  Ren Qian knew that Qiu Boqing probably won the third prize, but Ren Wanxuan had been sulking recently because of the number of recommended places, so no one in the Ren family dared to mention the Lanting Award.

  Ren Qian pretended not to know that Qiu Boqing was going to compete.

"This is Minister Xu. He was transferred from below to help us establish the Book Association today. I don't know if some highly respected teachers will be transferred down." The director of the Bureau of Culture and Tourism handed the document to Minister Xu. The teacher from Jiangjing will be fine..."

  Qiu Xuezheng nodded slightly to Minister Xu, before thinking about the director's question.

"Thinking too far," said Qiu Xuezheng, who knew some rules. "People from any other place come to Xiangcheng, they will be sent down, and most people will avoid sending them down. So our first batch of starters have to think carefully... "

  Everyone in Xiangcheng tried their best to pass the exam.

  How can there be a teacher with high morals and respect who would want to come here.

   "Wan Xuan," Qiu Xuezheng looked at Ren Wanxuan seriously again, "I will list you and your brother as the first batch of start-up personnel of Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association."

  If you want to enter the Chinese Calligraphy Association and Beicheng Calligraphy Association, you need a threshold.

  But the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association has just started, and it is destined that not many people will join it.

  In order to contribute to the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association, Qiu Xuezheng has already submitted a job transfer report to the Beicheng Calligraphy Association at noon. If all goes well, he can transfer here before the opening of the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association.

   "Teacher, I know." Ren Wanxuan paused, then nodded.

  These three old men are still discussing matters concerning the Book Association.

  Ren Wanxuan had to go back to her cram school and left with Minister Xu who was going to survey the site.

   "Minister Xu," Ren Wanxuan entered the elevator with him, looking at the information in his hand, "Can I see the starter?"

  She wanted to know how many starters there were.

  Ren Qian's only granddaughter, a student of Qiu Xuezheng, is one of the seed players who can be admitted to Jiangjing University in the future. Minister Xu found out the details of Ren's family before he was promoted.

  He didn't expect that Ren Wanxuan would take the initiative to talk to him.

  Minister Xu quickly handed over the information in his hand to Ren Wanxuan: "Miss Ren, you can read it as you like."

  Ren Wanxuan took the materials and selected a few addresses that might be used as the book association. The middle is a detailed plan. After a cursory glance, she turned to the last page.

   is the initial starter.

  As she expected, there were less than ten people, except for Qiu Boqing, whom she hardly knew.

  She had just returned the documents to Minister Xu, when she touched something out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly reached out and snatched it away!

  Minister Xu was taken aback by her, and subconsciously looked at Ren Wanxuan.

  Ren Wanxuan lowered her eyes, her eyelashes covered the coldness, and she looked extremely cold under the light. She turned the file to the last page.

   See a name on the last line of the starter list—

  White scorpion.

   "Who determined this quota?" Ren Wanxuan traced the quota with her fingertips and looked at Minister Xu.

  Minister Xu is only responsible for launching the Book Association project. Hearing this, she thought that Ren Wanxuan disliked the lack of people, so she couldn't help but sigh: "There is no way, these few people are still put together by our director general."

  Ren Wanxuan can also predict this situation.

  She nodded, and moved her index finger to the last name, "Remove her."

  (end of this chapter)