Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

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

But it's so evil.

The first is not Xie Jinyun, nor Xu Yajun.

Even these two were not 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 poured into a frying pan.

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

"First airborne?"

"What the hell did he write!"

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

"Can you hurry up to three days later?"

"..."

At this time, no one doubted 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?
This year, under the light of these two, they can still be squeezed out, and the fault is number one.

What can others say about this strength?
Vice President Qian was squeezed out again because he was too dazed.

"Vice President," the people from the 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 she had won the third prize, "Did you see the list?"

"This year's list is about to explode," Nancheng's manager was 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-Chairman Qian rolled 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.

The dark eyes lost their expression in an instant.

"Don't be discouraged," 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, don't talk about you Jian Rong, even Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun are second prizes."

Jian Rong's disappointed heart instantly came to life, "The two of them are only second prize?!"

He yelled out everyone's heart.

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 that 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 the two of them were pushed down to the second prize!

Vice President Qian looked at the manager of Nancheng, and waved the sign-in form, "That... the only first prize, it seems to belong to our Beicheng, the girl who left in 10 minutes that day..."

The sound is not clear.

But with Qian Vice-hui as the center, the people two meters around gradually quieted down.

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

Qiu Boqing also raised her head subconsciously, "Vice President, who are you talking about?"

"White scorpion."

Qiu Boqing's mind buzzed, and it exploded.

The members of the North City Calligraphy Association are now in a half-crazy state. The first prize even 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-hui Qian hurriedly took the phone, and with a grin that he couldn't take back, he reported the news to the Book Association in the group.

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

Then he called Qiu Xuezheng again.

Where did this tm come from? !

**
Bai Po didn't 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 10 calls made by Qiu Xuezheng 19 minutes ago. She went to the bathroom with her mobile phone and called Qiu Xuezheng.

After calming down for 10 minutes, Qiu Xuezheng's mood has stabilized now.

"Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Bai Po closed the door of the cubicle unhurriedly, raised 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 side of the phone, there were question marks on Qiu Xuezheng's forehead.

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

He thought so, so he asked.

"My calligraphy is not very good." Bai Ke was silent for a while, then looked up, 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 competition to contestants who have held hard pens for many years.

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

"It's just an advantage. If I compare with them in hard pen calligraphy, 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 lost his temper completely.

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 she was going to class 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 how long it would take for the Book Association to finish.

You told the Chinese 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 at night.

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 to find her, 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, lazily flipping through the documents in her hand.

In the crowd, she is quite eye-catching.

Sensing someone approaching, Bai Po raised his eyes a little, 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 mobile phone she hadn't taken out: "..."

Did not break through.

"Are you going to apply for the Book Association?" He saw the paper printed by Bai Ke 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 and not long after he got up, his posture was much softer, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, his jade-like face was like wet mist on a cage, and the moonlight reflected on the snow in an instant.

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 go through the process before approval..."

She estimates the time.

A long way to go.

"Well," Jiang Fuli withdrew his gaze, "Have you applied yet?"

Bai Po turned to the last page, holding the A4 paper between his slender fingertips, and raised his eyebrows: "It's already ordered at 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 was not as good as Jiang Fuli's and Bai Po's, and he learned that Jiang He would come today.

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

Yes, one page.

No exaggeration.

Chi Yundai realized in a daze 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 Ke looks very easy to talk to, "I was so picky about eating when I was a child, 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.

The kind of guy the cops fear most.

Bai Po put the A4 paper away, 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 scream in Jiang He's face, and went back to the kitchen with the knife.

Secretly laughed out loud.

Just before I left, I was a little surprised to see Bai Po listing the formulas on the back of the A4 paper: Why does Miss Bai, a high school senior, 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 estimated 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 [-] 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 with the presence of white scorpions, this is too fast to be separated from the spectrum.

It's not so fast on a rocket!

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 brought Ren Wanxuan on purpose, and wanted to find time for Qiu Xuezheng to help Ren Wanxuan recommend the candidates for next year.

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 join the Calligraphy Association, which is definitely a great event for Xiangcheng.

Ren Qian knew that it was probably Qiu Boqing who 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 we will send some highly respected teachers down." The director of the Bureau of Culture and Tourism handed the document to Minister Xu. "It would be great if there were teachers from Jiangjing..."

Qiu Xuezheng gave Minister Xu a slight nod 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 senior 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.

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

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

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

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

Ren Wanxuan had to go back to take cram lessons and leave 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 wondered 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 has found out the details of Ren's family before being promoted.

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

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

Ren Wanxuan took the information and selected a few possible addresses for the book association. The middle part was a detailed plan. She glanced at it briefly and then 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 Director 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, she looked extremely cold under the light, and turned the document to the last page.

I saw a name in the last line of the list of starters——

White scorpion.

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

Minister Xu was only in charge of starting the Book Association project. Hearing this, he 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."