Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

Bai Po walked last, and slowly replied: "I will try my best."

The boy scratched his head.

In front, Jian Rong, who had added a lot of people, also noticed that there was a girl in the team. There were only a few girls from the Beicheng Calligraphy Association. He turned his head and asked Qiu Boqing: "Do you know that girl?"

Qiu Boqing didn't look behind, just nodded.

"To be selected to participate, the strength should be quite good?" Jian Rong was a little curious, and he wanted to get acquainted.

Qiu Boqing sneered when he heard the words, "I didn't take the ninth grade."

"Ah..." Jian Rong immediately lost interest.

In their group, which one of the ninth grades did not have a score of 80 or above, and there was one who did not pass the ninth grade.

The gate of the Chinese Calligraphy Association is thick and solemn, with wooden plaques and golden beams. The gate is eight meters wide, and there are stone lions squatting on both sides. Everyone comes here to check in.

Even Vice President Qian and Jian Rong are no exception.

Bai Po took the boy's cell phone and took a photo for him.

Handing the phone back to him.

At this moment, there was a commotion at the door.

Everyone turned their eyes towards the gate, and a row of people wearing the folding fan logo of the Chinese Calligraphers Association walked slowly from the gate.

The young contestants in the calligraphy field who participated in the Lanting Award from all over the world couldn't help but look over.

He looked eagerly at the Zhongshu Association clothes they were wearing.

"Thank you Jinyun!"

"Looks like it's really him!"

"..."

Exclamations sounded.

"It's Xie Jinyun..." Beside Bai Po, the boy also looked at the group of people very eagerly, and turned around to discuss with Bai Po, but found that Bai Po was looking at his phone, carrying...

Recite words?
"What?" Seeing him staring at him, Bai Po tilted his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Aren't you curious?" His enthusiasm was instantly extinguished by Bai Po's slightly cold gaze, "Xie Jinyun, the No.1 this time, it is rumored that he is the next president..."

Then he looked at himself while he was speaking, and Bai Po recited another word.

Boy: "..."

Interrupted by Bai Po, when the boy looked at the members of the Chinese Calligraphy Association again, his eyes were not so eager, "Let's add a WeChat."

He felt that Xie Jinyun couldn't be added anyway, so he took out his phone and added a WeChat message to Bai Po.

The inside of the Chinese Calligraphy Association is very large, low-key and luxurious.

Their competition venue today is the largest building in the middle.

"This is everyone's textual research." Downstairs, the vice president sent everyone's textual research to them. "I don't need to say more about the content. There are three opportunities to write in it. You have to choose your best one and submit it. I will wait for you downstairs."

He handed out the testimonials one by one.

In the end, she told Jian Rong with kind eyes: "Don't be nervous, keep a normal mind, the teacher believes that you will be able to reach such a height one day."

"I know." Jian Rong took a deep breath while holding the proof.

He was very talented in Beicheng, but when he came to the Chinese Calligraphy Association, no one here knew him at all.

A group of 20 people from Beicheng went in.

Many of the teachers leading the team downstairs knew each other. The manager of Nancheng led the team and walked over with a smile, "Old Qian, that was Jian Rong from your book association just now?"

"Yes," Qian Fuhui smiled, "That's him, the little guy has good talent, but it's a pity that his luck is bad."

"It's really a pity," the manager of Nancheng clicked his tongue. "I was unlucky. I met Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun. One of them was trained as the next president, and the other was a student of the current president. Those who participated in the Lanting Award this year are very unlucky. I just did a long time of ideological homework for my students."

No matter how talented people are, they will be suppressed by these two characters.

Could Vice President Qian not know this?

"I hope that Jian Rong can calm down," Qian Fuhui sighed, "If he can secure the second prize, he can earn a spot in the Chinese Calligraphy Association."

Coming to the Chinese Calligraphy Association to participate in the competition is not only a test of skills, but also of character.

Every time the geniuses from each city come to the Chinese Book Association, they will be attacked by all kinds of monsters. This year, there are more than one such monsters. Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun are king bombs in any session.

These two are still in the same class.

With this pressure, how will other people get ahead?

It lasted for an hour and a half, and Vice President Qian and none of them left, they were all waiting downstairs for them to come out.

However, the game had just lasted 10 minutes.

A figure came out of the building.

"Which candidate is this collapsed? Open?" someone asked.

Deputy Qian, who was chatting with people from Nancheng, raised his head and wanted to see who had such a bad temper. When he took a closer look, the calmness on his face could hardly be maintained, "You...why did you come out now?!"

He looked at Bai Ke in disbelief.

Just as Bai Po took out his mobile phone, he slowly took out his earphones, ready to listen to English.

"Can't you come out?" Bai Po raised her head, and she was still holding the black earphones in her hand. The girl was wearing a snow-white blouse, and she raised her eyes slightly. The midday sun was dazzling, reflecting her jade-like eyebrows and eyes, which were hazy but too gorgeous.

The gold thread on the hem of the skirt reflected cold light.

Vice-hui Qian: "Yes, but... you will come out in 10 minutes?"

Such a serious competition, once every three years, also involves the quota of the Chinese Calligraphy Association, even Xie Jinyun will not make a mistake after careful consideration.

Who can write it in 10 minutes?
"Well," Bai Ke stuffed the earphones into his ears, and looked sideways, "I'm catching a plane, and I have to go to class tomorrow."

Vice President Qian: "..."

Going back to Xiangcheng today?

No, you act so coquettishly?

He was a little tired, but thinking about it, Bai Jian didn't come here just to win the prize, and it was useless to stay in Jiangjing, "Then you go back and pay attention to your own safety."

Vice President Qian waved his hand and didn't keep her.

He watched Bai Po leave, and the person in Nancheng next to him saw Bai Po leave, and asked in surprise, "Is this one of yours?"

"Well, let's join in the fun," Qian Fuhui smiled, and didn't mention Bai Po: "It's just gaining insight."

He focused his eyes on the building, waiting for Jian Rong and Qiu Boqing to come out.

**
Here, Bai Po went back to the hotel to get his backpack.

Get on the plane and return to Xiangcheng.

The black car was already waiting quietly not far from the hotel. In the car, Jiang He sat in the back seat expressionlessly, with a large pile of medicine beside him.

Bai Po got into the car.

Glancing at Jiang He, "Where's your brother?"

Jiang He hugged the pillow and said weakly, "At Jiang's house."

Bai Po nodded, without asking any further questions, she and Jiang He went back to Xiangcheng first.

The plane still landed in Danping City, and it was Ming Dongheng who came to pick up Bai Po and Jiang He. Because Jiang He had just met the doctor and was emotionally unstable, Bai Po accompanied him back to the manor.

In the hall, Bureau Chen had been waiting for Ming Dongheng to come back.

When he saw Bai Po, he didn't dare to ask more, he just said hello carefully, and then asked her some trivial matters.

Bai Po stayed with Jiang He for a while, and then went back to have dinner with Ji Heng.

"Miss Bai, I happen to be going back too," Chen Ju stood up at that moment, "It happens that I have to pick up someone tomorrow morning, so I have to go back early to rest."

He had a good abacus, so he took Bai Chi together.

"Who are you picking up?" Ming Dongheng looked at Chen Ju coldly.

He didn't see whether Director Chen really wanted to pick him up, or if he was pretending to pick him up.

Director Chen is not afraid, and he is not entirely an excuse, it's just that the time is wrong, if he will pick up Xu Yajun tomorrow, will he be lying if he changes it to this evening?

"Xiao Xu, she has finished participating in the competition and wants to come to Xiangcheng to experience the history."

Ming Dongheng squinted his eyes, but couldn't remember who it was.

"It's the one that came last time!" Director Chen helped him recall.

Although talking with Ming Dongheng, Chen Ju did not forget Bai Po, turned his head and explained to Bai Po calmly: "Miss Bai, this little Xu is Xu Yajun, a member of the Chinese Calligraphers Association. She met the old man with President Xue yesterday, and the old man said that she is very good at writing Liang style. She should shine in this Lanting Award..."

Halfway through speaking, Chen Ju looked at Bai Po's calm face.

He quickly changed the subject again, rubbed the cold sweat on his forehead, and thought to himself how he told Miss Bai these things.

"Miss Bai, I'll take you home!" He took the car keys.

"Thank you." Bai Ke took the schoolbag.

Go out with Chen Ju.

**
At the same time, Jiang Jing.

Chinese Book Association.

Every three years, the Lanting Award is a major event for the Chinese Calligraphers Association.

This year is no surprise.

Just after the exam in the morning, all the works were sealed and sent to the selection room at night.

There were seven people participating in the judging process. This year, President Xue did not join the judging panel to avoid suspicion because President Xue had students in it.

At this time, he was drinking tea at home.

After receiving a call, he stood up abruptly: "What?"

"Teacher," Xu Yajun was startled by the teacher's surprise, she also stood up: "What's wrong?"

President Xue was over middle-aged, he took his coat, and before he could explain further, "That guy actually came to the Chinese Calligraphy Association, didn't he agree to be a judge, why did he suddenly come..."

President Xue hurried out.

Xu Yajun hurriedly followed, "Teacher, who are you talking about?"

"It's okay," President Xue shook his head, "I'll go to the Chinese Calligraphy Association first, and I'll greet you in Xiangcheng, just go."

He didn't have time to explain to Xu Yajun.

Drive directly to the Chinese Book Association.

The Selection Office of the Chinese Calligraphy Association.

In the middle of the conference table, sat a man in a snow-white shirt. He lowered his eyes, pointed at the computer desktop with cold white fingers, his fine black hair fell to the brow bone, and there was air-conditioning at the corners of his eyes and brows.

Even if he didn't say a word, he could still feel the reserved and cold temperament permeating his whole body.

As soon as he moved his finger, a cold wind seemed to sweep through the entire selection room.

Beside him, the elegant old man stood with a smile: "Don't be restrained, our young master is just here to come and see. Teachers just need to score well, just relax."

The seven judges held the work tremblingly and almost cried when they heard this.

What you said is nice.

This master sits here like this, who dares to relax?
Also, don't you know Mr. Jiang is very kind even if he doesn't speak?

As soon as Chairman Xue came, he saw the seven judges huddled in their seats like quails, "..."

"Steward Jiang, why are you two here?" President Xue was very polite, but he didn't dare to talk to Jiang Fuli, and only asked the old housekeeper beside him.

Steward Jiang smiled, "Young Master Jiang is just here to see, he intends to donate a sum to the Lanting Award."

With that said, Steward Jiang gestured with his fingers.

Chairman Xue lifted his spirits, "I would like to thank Young Master Jiang for these contestants!"

Steward Jiang looked at the seven judges, "I heard that this year's Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, President Xue's students are also one of them."

"Yajun?" President Xue mentioned this proud disciple with pride, "It's not easy for a girl to make it this far..."

Once President Xue came, the atmosphere in the whole office improved a lot.

The seven judges and teachers were finally able to score the works.

average score.

"This thin gold body should be Xie Jinyun's." A teacher flipped through a piece of work, admired it with the people around him, and then sighed, "It is indeed the hottest No.1 this year."

He gave this picture a score of 91.

Calligraphy is flourishing, but there are not many people who can really calm down to learn calligraphy. This Lanting Award is held for the younger generation.

Levels vary.

Except for Xie Jinyun's thin golden figure, most people have not seen other good works.

"Aren't the president's students here this year? I think she wrote about Liang..." A judge smiled and turned to the next page. He stopped in the middle of the sentence.

He stared blankly at the work.

It is the beam body.

It is "Records of Xiangcheng".

The person who wrote this poem, every stroke is like the blade of a gun, the pen is like a vine, and the whole is like flowing water, pouring ink on the paper, like the mighty Milky Way water rushing down from the sky, and the style of splashing ink is coming at a glance!

He looked at this work and couldn't bear to put it down for a long time.

The people next to him noticed his strangeness and looked over, "What work did you see, it's so..."

He looked at it for a long time, and suddenly looked at President Xue who was chatting with Steward Jiang: "President, you are really good at hiding, you are an amazing student, I am a little ashamed of my strength!"

"What?" Chairman Xue was confused by this sentence.

"That's it," the man showed him the work, "Look at it, just this character, just this sharp edge, it's much better than Xie Jinyun."

Those present who are capable of competing for the first prize in this competition are well aware of it.

Only Xu Yajun can write well in Liang style.