138 Discovered Sister Xian’s true score, Director Chen is back
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 China 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.
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 side 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.
"I'm not good at calligraphy," 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 lose face 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 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 shone on him.
Snow.
Cool and soft.
Bai Qian turned another page with one hand and said lazily, "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.
Chi Yundai's memory was not as good as Jiang Fuli and Bai Qian's, so he learned that Jiang He would come today.
He carefully studied the page Jiang Fuli gave him.
Yes, one page.
No exaggeration.
Chi Yundai suddenly realized that there were so many vegetables in the world.
He didn't dare to complain about Jiang Fuli. Among all the people, Bai Qian was the only one who seemed very easy to talk to. "When I was such a picky eater when I was little, my mother would ask me if I wanted to eat slaps."
Bai Qian can make people put down their guard in the shortest possible time if she wants to get to know them well. Even Chi Yundai is almost heartbroken towards her.
They are the type of people the police are most afraid of.
Bai Qian put the A4 paper away, took out the test paper and prepared to do the questions. He glanced at the long list: "Jiang Xiaoniao is really picky about food."
She commented politely.
Chi Yundai wanted to laugh.
Ginger bird?
He endured it and didn't dare to scream in Jiang He's face, so he returned to the kitchen with the knife.
Secretly laughing out loud.
Just before leaving, I looked at Bai Zian listing calculation formulas on the back of the A4 paper, and I was a little surprised: How could Miss Bai, a senior in high school, look like the ancients? She was full of awe for pen and ink.
I just wrote down some calculations, so I was very cautious.
**
Qiu Xuezheng taught Bai Qian how to help Xiangcheng apply for a book association in the morning.
The name "Baijian" is very popular among the Chinese Calligraphers Association. Qiu Xuezheng estimates that he will receive a notice of approval of the application next week. After all, this kind of agency handles the review process one after another.
But he never expected it.
I just applied in the morning, and at six o'clock in the afternoon, when the staff of the Chinese Calligraphy Association got off work, it was approved.
When the documents and funds were handed over to the Bureau of Culture and Tourism, the director was shocked.
Even with the presence of white wormwood, this is too fast to separate the spectrum.
It’s not that fast on a rocket!
Naturally, the establishment of a book association in Xiangcheng would 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 were sitting in the conference room of the Bureau of Culture and Tourism.
Because I came to see Qiu Xuezheng.
Ren Qian brought Ren Wanxuan here specially, hoping 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," Ren Qian read the printed notice and documents, and was no less excited than the other two, "Xiangcheng is actually going to establish a book association. Have you chosen the address?"
Holding a calligraphy association is an affirmation of Xiangcheng culture.
The Chinese Calligraphers Association will also allocate some people to settle in the Calligraphers 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 recommendation quota issue, so no one in the Ren family dared to mention the Lanting Award.
Ren Qian just pretended that he didn't know that Qiu Boqing was going to compete.
"This is Minister Xu. He was just transferred from below to help us establish the calligraphy association today. I wonder if a few highly respected teachers will be assigned to come down." The director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau handed the document to Minister Xu.
A teacher from Jiang Jing would be fine..."
Qiu Xuezheng nodded slightly to Director Xu, and then thought about the director's question.
"Thinking too far," Qiu Xuezheng, who works in the Calligraphy Association and knows some rules, "Anyone from anywhere else who comes to Xiangcheng will be decentralized, and most people will avoid decentralization. So our first batch of launch personnel must carefully consider...
…”
People in Xiangcheng are trying their best to pass the exam.
How could any respected teacher want to come here?
"Wanxuan," Qiu Xuezheng looked at Ren Wanxuan seriously again, "I will list you and your senior brother as the first batch of initiators of the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association."
If you want to join the Chinese Calligraphers Association, you need to meet the requirements of the Beicheng Calligraphers Association.
However, the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association has just started, so not many people are bound to join.
In order to contribute to the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association, Qiu Xuezheng had already submitted his transfer report to the Beicheng Calligraphy Association at noon. If everything went well, he could transfer to the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association before it opened.
"Teacher, I know." Ren Wanxuan paused for a moment, then nodded.
These three old people are still discussing the book association.
Ren Wanxuan had to go back for tutoring classes and left with Minister Xu who was going to survey the site.
"Minister Xu," Ren Wanxuan entered the elevator with him and looked at the information in his hand, "Can I see the start-up personnel?"
She wanted to know how many people were involved in starting the project.
Ren Qian's only granddaughter, a student of Qiu Xuezheng, is one of the seed candidates who will be admitted to Jiangjing University in the future. Minister Xu found out the details of the Ren family before being promoted.
He didn't expect Ren Wanxuan to take the initiative to talk to him.
Minister Xu quickly 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 calligraphy associations. In the middle was a detailed plan. She took a cursory glance and turned to the last page.
Is the initial launch person.
As she expected, there were less than ten people, and she knew almost no one except Qiu Boqing.
She had just returned the information to Director Xu when she touched something out of the corner of her eye and suddenly reached out and grabbed it again!
Minister Xu was startled by her and looked at Ren Wanxuan subconsciously.
Ren Wanxuan lowered her eyes, her eyelashes concealing the coldness. Her whole person looked extremely cold under the light, and she turned the document to the last page.
I saw a name on the last line of the list of starters——
White wormwood.
"Who decided this quota?" Ren Wanxuan marked the quota with her fingertips and looked at Minister Xu.
Director Xu was only responsible for launching the calligraphy association plan. After hearing this, he thought that Ren Wanxuan disliked the small number of people, so he couldn't help but sigh: "There is no way, these few people are still cobbled together by our director."
Ren Wanxuan could have predicted this situation.
She nodded and moved her index finger to the last name, "Remove her."
