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

But it's so evil.

The first one is neither Xie Jinyun nor Xu Yajun.

Even these two people were not selected for the first prize.

Those who squeezed to the front to look at the list were stunned for a moment, as if a drop of water had entered a frying pan.

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

"First in airborne landing?"

"What on earth did he write!"

"This Lanting Award is really amazing, enough to be recorded in the history of calligraphy, right?"

"Can you hurry up to three days later?"

"..."

At this time, no one doubts this first level.

After all, among the second prize winners, 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 tamper with the Chinese Calligraphy Association?

This year, under the light of these two, I can still squeeze out these two people, ranking first in the fault.

What can others say about this kind of strength?

Vice President Qian was squeezed out again because he was in a daze.

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

Qiu Boqing was also anxious to know whether he had won the third prize. "Vice-President, have you seen the list?"

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

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

Upon hearing the news, Qiu Boqing and Jian Rong looked at each other with their heads hanging down.

The dark eyes instantly lost their luster.

"Don't be discouraged," the manager of Nancheng shook his head. His students only received shortlisted awards: "The awards this time are too weird. There has been a change... Well, don't talk about you. Jian Rong, even Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun It’s the second prize.”

Jian Rong's originally disappointed heart suddenly came back to life, "They only won the second prize?!"

He shouted out everyone's thoughts.

The boy squatting next to him quickly took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Bai Qian: [Damn, brother, it’s such a pity that you’re leaving! Do you know that a pervert came to the Lanting Award this year?! He even pushed Xie Jinyun to the second prize! 】

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

The most explosive news about this year's Lanting Award is not that Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun did not win first place, but that they were pushed to the second prize!

Vice President Qian looked at the manager of Nancheng, stretched out his hand and waved the sign-in form, "That... the only first prize seems to be from our Beicheng, the girl who left in ten minutes that day..."

The sound is clearly not loud.

But with Vice President Qian as the center, everyone within two meters around him gradually became quiet.

The boy who was still sending messages to Bai Xian stopped with his fingers on the phone screen, "Huh?"

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

"Bai Xian."

Qiu Boqing's head buzzed and exploded.

The people in the Beicheng Calligraphy Association are now in a state of half-crazy but not crazy. The first prize was awarded to the double star Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun. It can be said that the Beicheng Calligraphy Association has never had such a glorious moment in so many years!

Vice President Qian quickly took his cell phone and reported the news to the calligraphy association in the group with a grin that he couldn't take back.

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

Then he called Qiu Xuezheng again.

Where on earth did this shit come from?!

**

Bai Qian did not realize the turmoil caused by the Lanting Award.

She was taking biology class when Qiu Xuezheng called her.

After class, she saw the 19 calls that Qiu Xuezheng had made twenty 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.

"Why don't you answer the phone?"

Bai Zian closed the door of the cubicle slowly and raised his eyebrows: "I don't want to go to class?"

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

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

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

No, are you so calm about your fault number one?

That's what he thought, so he asked.

"My calligraphy is not that good," Bai Qian was silent for a moment, then raised his head and smiled casually, "Because you don't have the imperial examination system, pens have basically replaced calligraphy brushes."

Therefore, the decline of calligraphy is inevitable.

She has been holding brushes and guns since she was born. This Lanting Award is aimed at young people. If she loses to a contestant who has been holding hard brushes for many years.

Bai Zian felt that the teacher might have to get up overnight and drive her out of the classroom.

"I'm just taking advantage. If I compete with them in hard-tipped calligraphy, I'm definitely not as good as them." Bai Qian changed her hand to hold the phone and returned to the topic: "So, where should I apply for the calligraphy association?"

Qiu Xuezheng completely lost his temper.

You asked her how she wrote it, and she asked you how to apply for a book association.

You asked her to receive the award, and she said she was going to class and asked you how many resources she could apply for.

You said that a reporter wanted to interview you, and she said that she didn't want to embarrass herself to the teacher, and then asked the book association how long it would take to get it done.

You tell the Chinese Calligraphers Association to invite her to join. She says that she can join the Xiangcheng Calligraphers Association after the Xiangcheng Calligraphers Association is established.

Qiu Xuezheng hung up the phone and suddenly remembered that Bai Qian, who was about to turn around and leave the office that day, seemed to have stayed after hearing "Apply for the Book Association".

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

**

After school in the evening.

Bai Qian didn't find Lu Lingxi, so she 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 just stood at the door and read 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 inner layer. She was holding a schoolbag in one hand and a stack of paper in the other. She was sitting on a stone bench, looking through her hands lazily.

files in.

In the crowd, her beauty is quite eye-catching.

Feeling someone approaching, Bai Qian raised her eyes and saw Jiang Fuli and Jiang He whom she had forgotten.

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

Jiang Fuli looked at her cell phone, which she hadn't even taken out yet: "..."

Not exposed.

"Are you going to apply for a book association?" He saw the paper printed by Bai Zian at a glance.

With one glance and ten lines, you can roughly understand the above content.

He didn't sleep last night, and went back to sleep in the morning. Not long after he woke up, his whole person's aura was much softer, his narrow phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and his cold jade-like face seemed to be covered with wet mist. For a moment, the moonlight reflected

Snow.

Cool and soft.

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

She estimated the time.

There is a long way to go.

"Well," Jiang Fuli looked away, "Have you clicked to apply?"

Bai Qian turned to the last page, held the A4 paper between her slender fingertips, and raised her eyebrows: "I ordered it at noon."

Jiang Fuli was thoughtful.

In the evening, Ji Heng was going to have dinner with Xu En and the others. Bai Qian put away the A4 paper and went with Jiang Fuli to find Chi Lu for dinner.
To be continued...