Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

Apart from Xu Yajun, they couldn't find another Liang style that was so well written.

"She performed supernormally?" Chairman Xue was also deeply surprised.

He stopped the conversation with Butler Jiang and walked over to the judges to watch.

At this glance, Chairman Xue was also a little dazed.

"This..." Chairman Xue knows Xu Yajun very well. Sometimes it is difficult to find the artistic conception, but the basic skills are there. He holds this work and looks eagerly: "This is not Yajun's handwriting. Yajun definitely does not have such wrist strength!"

Not Xu Yajun's?

Whose is that?

Where did the dark horse come out?

The seven judges looked at each other.

Jiang Fuli, who had been sitting in the front, looking down at the computer, finally raised his head, tapped the table with his slender fingertips, and said two words that could not be said: "Bring it."

Chairman Xue wanted to take a second look.

Hearing this voice, he didn't dare to refuse, and stretched out his hand to hand over the work respectfully.

Jiang Fuli took the work, lowered his eyes, his eyelashes covered his light-colored pupils, and looked at the words quietly.

The most intriguing thing about him is that kind of oppressive feeling that seems to be nothing, he does nothing, just sits there lightly, and the breath exuding is enough to make people dare not approach.

At this moment, without saying a word, President Xue couldn't stand it.

The entire selection room was very noisy.

Only Butler Jiang beside him could resist a little.

Jiang Fuli looked at it for a long time, and President Xue finally couldn't hold it back. He looked at Butler Jiang as if asking for help.

Butler Jiang also found it strange. He bent slightly and lowered his voice, "Master, the plane is about to depart..."

"Well," Jiang Fuli returned the work to President Xue, clasped the computer with one hand, and just took two steps, then remembered something, and looked at President Xue lightly: "The funds will be doubled, and the No.1 work this time will be sent to Jiang's family."

"Ah?" President Xue was a little taken aback.

Jiang Fuli glanced over.

He didn't have any expression on his face, just a sharp face like the coldness of a blade.

President Xue couldn't help but shuddered, and quickly said, "Okay, I'll send it over in person!"

Waiting for someone to finally leave.

The ice and snow in the selection room disappeared in an instant, just like the earth rejuvenated.

The other judges and teachers immediately rushed up, "President Xue, let me take another look. Where did this person come from? This is not at the same level as the others!"

After the other person finished appreciating it, he suddenly asked, "How do you comment on this?"

All seven people looked at President Xue.

Chairman Xue looked at the picture and slowly made a decision.

The scores have not been fully counted yet, and the name cannot be released. President Xue took out his mobile phone and called the HR Department: "Go and check, the list of participating in the Lanting Art Award this year."

He knows most of the people who participated in this competition.

Xie Jinyun, and his apprentice Xu Yajun.

Every release is the existence of bullying others, how could such a person pop out suddenly?

**
Bai Po didn't know that because of her work, the seven judges discussed in Zhongshu all night.

Also did not sleep all night.

Wednesday.

At around six o'clock in the morning, when Ji Shaojun came, he saw Bai Po sitting on the stone table, talking while eating.

"Who are you talking to?" Ji Shaojun put down a carton of milk, but didn't see Ji Heng in the kitchen or yard.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a faint voice from the bathroom: "It's growth hormone. If you pinch the back of a cucumber, it will inhibit growth hormone..."

Ji Shaojun: "..."

What are these things?
He can understand growth hormone, but why are you picking cucumbers?

Ji Shaojun didn't understand, but he didn't dare to speak anymore.

After Ji Heng came out, he said silently: "That Xu En wants to invite our family to dinner, Dad, what do you say, Ah?"

Xu En has a very good impression of the Ji family as a whole. The Ji family is upright and has a strong character. He wants to marry Ji Mulan, so he has to invite them to dinner to discuss the marriage.

And Ji Shaojun has a good impression of Xu En, he is polite and his speech skills are much better than the Ren family.

He is just such a younger sister as Ji Mulan.

Even though Ji Mulan ran away from home and married the Bai family, Ji Shaojun did not give up on this younger sister.

Now that she has found a good home, Ji Shaojun is also happy for her. Of course, if Ji Mulan improves a little bit more as a mother, Ji Shaojun might be even happier.

"I want to go to class," Bai Po said slowly, "I missed two days of class, so I have to make up."

"Why are you missing two days of class?" Ji Shaojun didn't know about her going to Jiangjing for the competition.

Bai Po drank the last sip of milk, and smiled at Ji Shaojun: "I'll go and see how Jiangjing is doing, and if it's good, I'm going to take the Jiangjing University exam."

Ji Shaojun: "...just as long as you are happy."

"Ah Po won't go," Ji Heng took a rag and asked Ji Shaojun to move out the embroidery frame, thinking for a while, "I'll go with you."

He was going to make it clear to Ji Mulan.

Ji Shaojun nodded, and he went in to move the embroidery frame, "Then I'll reply to Mr. Xu."

"Grandpa, uncle, I'm going to school." Bai Po is now very sensitive to the name Ji Mulan.

She and Ji Mulan are two parallel lines, as long as the other party has nothing to do and don't mess with her.

"Go," Ji Heng told Ji Shaojun to be careful when moving things, and waved to Bai Po, "Be careful of the cars on the road."

After Bai Po left, he looked at Ji Shaojun who had moved out of the embroidery frame.

"Really want to demolish?"

Ji Shaojun moved the embroidery frame, took out a rare cigarette, and replied vaguely, "I don't know how to sign."

He squatted aside with a silent expression.

Ji Heng took a rag and slowly wiped the embroidery frame, "Do you want me to follow Ren..."

"Don't worry about it." Ji Shaojun was extremely disgusted with the Ren family, and he knew what Ji Heng wanted to do as soon as he heard it, "They won't agree to this matter."

Ji Heng looked at Ji Shaojun like that, and didn't say anything more, but frowned slightly.

**
Bai Po took his schoolbag and went to school.

Just left Qingshui Street.

She saw the blue car parked opposite.

Bai Po raised her eyebrows, she walked over, reached out and knocked on the car door.

The co-pilot's window was lowered, revealing the man sitting in the driver's seat.

Jiang Fuli was still wearing the white shirt from last night, with his right hand resting loosely on the steering wheel, his face resting on his palm, and his light-colored eyes looking towards the co-pilot.

"Aren't you still in Jiangjing?" Bai Po paused his listening, feeling very surprised that he appeared at the gate of Qingshui Street early in the morning.

Jiang Fuli came back to his senses.

He leaned over to open the co-pilot's door, tapped the steering wheel casually with his fingertips, "I came back last night, I have something to do in the laboratory, get in the car first."

He said it without changing his face.

Bai Ke opened the passenger seat.

Just when I was about to turn on my hearing again, I saw several WeChat messages received by my mobile phone.

Lance: [This idea is simply fantastic]

Lance: [Now I'll try it]

Lance: [[picture]]

He sent a ct picture.

Bai Po opened it and looked, and could clearly see the bone structure.

She was really against western medicine at the beginning, but after two days of communication, she realized that there is a reason why western medicine is so popular in this society.

The loss of most of the prescriptions of traditional Chinese medicine is one of them.

The other part is because Western medicine is based on science, and it can tell you clearly about any disease.

Almost relying on the machine, the lesion and the source can be seen clearly.

Bai Po had to admit that there was merit in this.

They don't have to look, smell and ask.

Bai Po leaned against the back of the chair, but she had seen real doctors who didn't need to rely on instruments. Back then, those doctors in Xiangcheng could see the lesions of soldiers at a glance.

She always feels that there is no gap in culture.

But now she couldn't help but start to think, how could it be replaced by Western medicine that has been around for thousands of years...

red light.

Jiang Fuli watched her stop on the English listening page for a long while, without clicking on the playback, so he turned his head and commented on her study: "...Meditate on English?"

Bai Po came back to his senses.

She was wearing a blue and white school uniform, revealing the white collar inside, the window was half open, and the wind lifted her hair gently, her eyebrows were so delicate that they dazzled the eyes.

Bai Po first glanced at the phone, then lazily looked at Jiang Fuli, squinted his eyes slightly, and curled his lips slightly: "No, I was thinking about how to kill English."

No matter when and where, Mr. Jiang can kill the Quartet: "..."

He stepped on the gas pedal.

For no reason, he knew that Bai Chi really wanted to kill English.

"Why don't you speak?" Bai Ke propped his chin with his hands and raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Fuli turned the steering wheel and said calmly: "I want to too, but you have to be rational."

"Peace, peace," Bai Ke turned on the English listening again, smiled at him, and sighed, "I know."

Jiang Fuli turned the car around a corner, and turned his head to catch a look of regret between her brows.

"..."

**
When Bai Po returned to school, Lu Xiaohan and others came to ask her where she had been these two days.

"I have something to do," Bai Po replied casually. She put her schoolbag on the desk, glanced at Yang Lin's direction, and frowned, "Did my deskmate come yesterday?"

"No," Lu Xiaohan whispered, "Mom Lu seems to have visited home last night, I don't know what's going on."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Bai Jian's eyes again, not daring to say anything more.

Yang Lin has always been a loner, and Lu Xiaohan only got acquainted with Yang Lin after Bai Po came here.

Bai Po sat down, slowly took out the books in the schoolbag, thinking that he would go to Lu Lingxi for the address later.

The phone turned on again.

This time it was Qiu Xuezheng's news.

Teacher Qiu: [There will be a quota at ten o'clock today, please remember to tell me as soon as possible. 】

Bai Po took out the biology book, looked at it——

[Can't see, I have to go to class]

She replied very calmly.

Teacher Qiu: [? 】

Teacher Qiu: [Have you returned to Xiangcheng?Are you going back to Xiangcheng just like that?Have you really returned to Xiangcheng? 】

Qiu Xuezheng asked three times in a row.

Bai Po: [I still have to go to class]

Teacher Qiu didn't have the slightest doubt that she could win the prize: [But I still have to accept the prize after the announcement!You're still going to the award ceremony! 】

[Classes can be taken anytime! 】

Bai Po replied very coldly and ruthlessly: [Then they can send it back]

On the other side of the phone.

Teacher Qiu found it hard to understand.

The Lanting Award is held every three years. Three years ago, even if Qiu Boqing was only nominated, she left it until the last moment. Bai Po said "send it back"?
You don't even accept the prize, and you still have to send it back?

Seeing that Bai Po didn't reply to him, he guessed that the other party was brushing up questions again.

Qiu Xuezheng took out his mobile phone and called Vice-Chairman Qian.

"Vice President," Qiu Xuezheng said in a polite voice, after a moment of pondering, "When the results come out later, you should tell me as soon as possible."

The quota for the Lanting Award of the Zhongshu Association is the list model.

After the selection is completed as soon as possible, it will be posted on the list of the Chinese Calligraphy Association, and will be distributed to the official website of the Chinese Calligraphy Association two days later.

At ten o'clock today, the list will be posted on time.

"I know." Vice President Qian was even more anxious than Qiu Xuezheng. It was less than eight o'clock and he was already waiting in front of the list with a group of people. "Don't worry too much."

hang up the phone.

Vice President Qian looked at Jian Rong beside him, and patted Jian Rong on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous, your second prize is safe."

Jian Rong smiled and diverted her attention, "By the way, what about that female classmate from before, why didn't I see her today?"

"Going home." Deputy Qian replied.

"Go home?" Jian Rong was a little surprised.

Beside him, Qiu Boqing was not surprised, "I won't get the prize anyway."

Qian Fuhui talked to Jian Rong lightly, and stopped mentioning Bai Po, after all, she was only mentioned to divert attention.

"Neither Xie Jinyun nor that Miss Xu came today." Qiu Boqing remembered the two, and he glanced around.

"It's normal," Deputy Qian knew very well, "One of them will be first and the other will be second. It's a firm matter. There's no need to come. It's unlucky for you to meet them in this year's Lanting Awards."

This is confidence in one's own strength.

Nine forty.

People from the Chinese Calligraphy Association came over with the red list.

Everyone looked eagerly at the red bulletin board covered with red satin and posted on the bulletin board.

Vice President Qian and Jian Rong, who had been talking all the time, didn't talk anymore, they just stared at the list intently.

Arrived at ten o'clock.

The red silk was lifted.

In an instant, everyone swarmed up.

Vice President Qian had the foresight. One of the reasons why the North City Book Association sent him here was because of his good physical strength.

He squeezed in first, looking from bottom to top, first of all was the nominations, skimming over the names, he saw "Xu Hao" and "Qiu Boqing" among the nominations.

Both of them have the possibility of rushing to the third prize.

Vice President Qian thought that at least one of the two would enter the third prize this time, so why were they both selected?
He frowned slightly.

Why didn't both of them play well?
Then he looked at the third prize. There were a lot of third prize winners. He looked over one by one. When he was about to pass by, he saw a familiar name inside——

Jane!
Jian Rong is Beicheng's greatest hope this time.

The second prize is almost certain, how could it be the third prize?

Vice President Qian couldn't believe it, he watched the third prize three times before he was sure that Jian Rong was really the third prize.

At the same time, exclamations of "what's going on" came from around, and it seemed that most people had doubts about the rating.

Jian Rong is the third prize, who will be the second prize?
Vice President Qian frowned and looked towards the second prize.

There are many awards in the Lanting Award. In the past, there were 3-5 first prizes for the Art and Calligraphy Awards, and ten second prizes.

However, there are only five people for this year's second prize!
He looked at the first name displayed on the second prize——

Thanks and wind.

This is Xie Jinyun's name in the book world, and almost everyone present knows it.

The question is how did Xie Jinyun get the second prize? ?
Has Xu Yajun surpassed Xie Jinyun?
Deputy Qian looked at the list following Xie Jinyun, and it was Xu Yajun.

The next three names are all the names that the Chinese Calligraphy Association can win the first prize this time, so why are they all in the second prize?
Is there no first prize this year? ?
Everyone has this question and looks to the first row.

The ten o'clock sun is a bit harsh.

Deputy Qian felt that there might be something wrong with this world, so he wiped his eyes and looked at the first row.

Then his fingers trembled and he used it several times before he found the report form that he had folded into a ball from his pocket.

He looked at the last name——

Name: Bai Po

Competition name: Bai Jian
After repeated confirmation, he looked up again and looked at the first row——

Only five words.

First Prize: Picking up in vain

The first prize of this year's Lanting Award broke the record in history.

For the first time, they did not have more than one first prize tied.

Instead, the first prize is specially set for one person, and no one else will be compared with this person!

fault first.

Good morning, who said that I won't be able to write and win prizes today, nonsense!

That's it! (So ​​this fault number one is worth a precious monthly pass~)

See you tomorrow~