After dressing like a cannon fodder, I became the heroine of Shuangwen

Chapter 91 It's Sister Star's Vest Again
When Gao Pengcheng heard the first half of Chu Yaoxing's sentence, he was still a little worried, thinking that Master Xingran really noticed it.

But after hearing it, combined with the young voice on the phone, I guessed that it must be the student who handed in the original work of Master Xingran, trying to pretend to be Master Xingran to deceive him.

Then the tone of the second class, really think that he is a big boss?
He didn't directly report the matter to the school, it was enough to give her face.

Therefore, after scolding, Gao Pengcheng had no room to explain to the other party, and hung up the phone directly.

Chu Yaoxing looked as usual, looked down at the hung up interface, and dialed it again.

The phone rang once and was hung up.

She continued to dial.

The phone hangs up in seconds.

Chu Yaoxing pursed his lips, and a pair of eyes as clear as thousands of hectares of blue waves shot out a wicked perverseness.

Nothing but three.

She gave him enough chances.

At exactly three o'clock, a post on Weibo instantly attracted the attention of countless calligraphers.

[Xingran V: The competition is getting more and more difficult now, I can't even get a prize in a calligraphy competition for middle school students. @华国 Calligrapher Association@华国叔诗家协会President Zheng He@华国 Calligrapher Association Vice President Gao Pengcheng.

In an instant, many calligraphers exploded below.

[No, no, master, do you still need the certificates of those old things? 】

[Wait, isn't Master still underage?Why participate in the calligraphy competition for middle school students? ? 】

[The most outrageous thing is that no one in the Calligraphers Association recognized Master Xingran's handwriting? ! 】

After Chu Yaoxing finished posting, he didn't care about the comments and private messages, and directly quit the account.

Huaguo Calligraphers Association.

Zheng He was swiping his phone when he suddenly saw that Weibo post. Without hesitation, he directly called all the members who participated in the selection of the last ten calligraphy works to one place.

There was anger between his brows. "When you were judging the works, didn't anyone notice the handwriting of Master Xingran?"

Master Xingran's characters are not only unattainable in the calligraphy world, but also a treasure in the entire art world.

Such convincing words have been seen thousands of times by them, even if they can't learn the essence, at least they can easily recognize them.

Such a master condescends to participate in a small competition but fails to win an award. Isn't it a big joke in the world!
How much does this make their Calligraphers Association face?

Gao Pengcheng didn't see that Weibo post, and didn't understand it until he heard Zheng He's words.

He reacted quickly, got up and said: "President, I am going to tell you about this matter. Please wait for me a moment."

After finishing speaking, he left the meeting room, turned on his phone and looked at Xingxing's Weibo.His eyes were sinister and terrifying, with a somewhat penetrating aura.

Then he walked into his office and took out the calligraphy that he hadn't had time to take away from his bag.

That star dye is really not a big deal.

He knocked on the door and entered the meeting room, walked to Zheng He, slowly unrolled the calligraphy paper that had been rolled, and spread it on the table.

The moment Zheng He saw the calligraphy, his originally dim eyes seemed to be illuminated by starlight, shining brightly.

Gao Pengcheng explained: "President, if you think about it carefully, how could a high school student be Master Xingran? This Chu Yaoxing must have obtained the authentic work of Master Xingran through some channel, and brought it into the examination room to take advantage of others. I didn't pay attention to hand it in.

This one has been kept in a drawer in my office, and I was thinking of contacting Master Xingran this afternoon to return it to its original owner.Unexpectedly, the master actually said that she participated in this competition..."

Zheng He took out a purple light lamp and shone it on the ink stain, then put on reading glasses, lay down very low, and almost stuck it on the paper: "Where is the monitoring in the examination room?"

Gao Pengcheng said helplessly: "It has been completely deleted and cannot be retrieved."

Zheng He didn't say a word, and carefully read every ink stain before turning off the purple light and putting it aside.

He leaned on the soft chair and raised his head, "I remember the monitoring of the examination room. Even if the test results are released, they will be kept for half a year."

Gao Pengcheng pulled the chair to his side: "The person who made an exception to delete the monitoring has been reprimanded by me to leave the association, but the damage he caused is indeed irreversible."

Although Zheng He's eyes were dark, a shrewd light shone from them: "This is indeed Master Xingran's authentic work, and it was also written in the examination room. You may not know that the ink used in each calligraphy of Master Xingran is hers. obtained after processing.

When the words she wrote are illuminated by a purple light, there will be fine flashes in the ink.Just like her name Xingran, it's as if broken stars are dyed in the words.And what she used this time was ink customized by our Calligraphers Association and distributed to the school on the spot. "

"This..." Gao Pengcheng was speechless.

If this is the case, combined with Xingran's post on Weibo, there is almost only one possibility.

That is, Master Xingran is Chu Yaoxing who is still in high school in the high school attached to the Emperor University.

But how is this possible?
Who is this Chu Yaoxing?

Zheng He immediately investigated Chu Yaoxing's identity.

Looking at the information he got, he said in a deep voice: "Chu Yaoxing, eighteen, is the adopted daughter of the Chu family in the imperial capital. She has lived in the countryside since she was a child, and her life is poor. She was taken back to the Chu family in the imperial capital a month ago. Now she is studying at the High School Affiliated to the Imperial University. Senior Class Thirty."

But on the whole network, there was no photo of Chu Yaoxing.

Her net worth is too innocent to have access to such elegant things.If we only talk about the background, it is impossible to cultivate a calligraphy master.

Gao Pengcheng guessed again: "Could Master Xingran replace Chu Yaoxing to participate in the competition?"

Just when it was difficult for everyone to deduce the truth, Yitong did not have any remarks, and an encrypted call was made to Zheng He's mobile phone.

Gao Pengcheng opened his eyes wide when he saw the asterisk.

Zheng He narrowed his eyes, picked up the phone, and got out of the meeting room before connecting.

After a while, he returned to the meeting room.

He re-rolled the piece of calligraphy paper, stuffed it into a wooden tube, and prepared to go out.

"Hey, President!"

Gao Pengcheng always felt that something was wrong, so he made a noise.

Zheng He stopped in his tracks, but did not turn his head and said, "Gao Pengcheng, this matter was caused by you alone, and you are responsible for the consequences. Master Xingran will come back to see you in two days, so you can take care of yourself."

Obviously, Zheng He has fully understood the true identity of Master Xingran, and intends to blame this matter on Gao Pengcheng alone to preserve the reputation of the Calligraphers Association.

Gao Pengcheng froze on the spot, watching everyone walk out of the conference room, leaving him alone.

He tremblingly dialed Chu Xinjiao's phone number. "Jiaojiao..."

He told Chu Xinjiao the whole story. After all, Chu Yaoxing was the adopted daughter of the Chu family, and she wanted to listen to the Chu family.

If the Chu family intervenes, Chu Yaoxing can't do anything to him.

Chu Xinjiao was silent for a moment and said, "Teacher, Chu Yaoxing is more loved by my parents than me now."

There was a cold heartlessness in that soft tone.

(End of this chapter)