It’s a good seedling

All calligraphy papers were scattered from the hands of professionals, and a sky full of black and white papers flashed before his eyes.

Lin Yue lowered his head and immediately found a piece of paper with the words Gu Nanyan printed on it.

When the other party wasn't paying attention, she quickly made the substitution.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I didn't eat in the morning and I'm a little hypoglycemic. I'll help you clean up right away." Lin Yue apologized while bending down to collect all the calligraphy works on the ground.

She bowed and sincerely handed all the calligraphy works in her hand to the teacher's hands.

"Wait, don't leave yet."

Qingzhi Activities attaches great importance to the three words of fairness, so if any accident occurs, it must be confirmed again and again before these things are sent back to the scoring room.

Papers were scattered on the ground, and the student opposite had no place to move. After confirming these two positions, he held all the calligraphy works in his hands and counted them one by one. After confirming that there were no problems

, and then Lin Yue was let go.

The grading standards for calligraphy are determined by the president of the Chinese Calligraphy Association, but no matter how sensational the Qingzhi activity is in Dongcheng, it is just a school activity and is not enough for the president of the Chinese Calligraphy Association to come forward.

But this event also attracted many famous figures from the calligraphy association.

"Mr. Zhang, your best student also participated in this calligraphy competition in this school. I have seen his calligraphy before. He is vigorous and powerful and can already join the association."

In the scoring room, a powerful voice came.

"Well, what that brat wrote is pretty good, but his mind is unstable and he needs more exercise." Mr. Zhang's face was rosy and he looked beaming with joy.

After all, his protégé's attainments in calligraphy are already higher than many of his peers. He can be regarded as a genius for his generation.

Participating in this competition was just a stepping stone for him to enter the association.

"As far as I know, your apprentice is not yet 22 years old. It is already very good to do such a thing at such a young age. If he wins first place in this event, he can directly enter the association and become the youngest calligrapher.

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Listening to the continuous congratulations coming from around him, the smile on Mr. Zhang's face became brighter and brighter. After all, his apprentice joined the association, which was also a facade for him.

Mr. Zhang looked at the door cheerfully and excused himself: "The young generation who are crouching tigers, hidden dragons, maybe there are people in this school who are more accomplished in calligraphy. Isn't that the purpose of our coming here."

Collect a few good seedlings and train them to become calligraphers.

"If you want to find good ideas, you must recruit them from our calligraphy association. I heard that a few people were sent to guard the Chinese painting side."

As soon as their discussion ended, the closed office door was pushed open.

"Sorry, I came late because of something. These are the works of this calligraphy project."

As soon as the staff finished speaking, they spread all the works on a long table.

There are many people who signed up for the calligraphy project, but after screening, only these few can catch the eyes of everyone from the Calligraphy Association.

Everyone lined up to read one by one, and soon Mr. Zhang found his apprentice's works inside.

He stayed on that piece of work for a long time, attracting others to come over.
Chapter completed!