055 Blue Crystal Flower, Classmate Ren, come and read Classmate Bai’s handwriting (2)
Ren family.
As soon as Ren Wanxuan came home, she saw Ren Qian giving instructions to his secretary, "Tobacco, do you have a channel? Get more tobacco."
The Secretary-General nodded.
Mr. Chen's men have recently been searching for all kinds of tobacco, and he has heard about it. Others are peaceful on the surface, but secretly no one knows how much has been transferred out.
Xiangcheng is not rich in tobacco.
They searched all over the country for various rare tobaccos to open Master Chen's door.
After Ren Qian went upstairs, the secretary-general looked at Ren Wanxuan, "Miss, did the person from Class 15 come to apologize to you today?"
"No," Ren Wanxuan shook her head, feeling quite uneasy, "The principal didn't come to see me either, will anything happen?"
Even if no one from Class 15 comes.
The principal should come anyway.
But Ren Wanxuan didn't expect anyone all afternoon.
After losing her temper that day, Ren Wanxuan only found out that the matter was serious when she went back, but she couldn't bear to go to the principal.
Let the Secretary-General handle it.
"What could happen?" the secretary-general said, very confident in Ren Wanxuan's strength. "What other options do they have? Besides you, can they find a second person to help them shoot this propaganda?"
Listen to the secretary-general's comforting words.
Ren Wanxuan calmed down, this was indeed true.
"What you have to do now is to be patient and see who loses control first. Strength is everything," the secretary-general said with a smile, "Just watch, they will beg you tomorrow."
**
library.
As soon as Bai Qian sat down with Jiang He, he received a message, which was a string of mobile phone numbers without notes——
【Let’s find a place to talk tomorrow.】
There was no signature, so Bai Qian knew it was Ji Mulan.
She didn't reply.
On the other end of the phone, Ji Mulan looked at the unanswered messages and felt depressed.
Next to him, Xu En was having a video conference with the administrative director. He frowned and said, "There is no tobacco channel under the company? Look for it again. Mr. Chen is in Xiangcheng. The opportunity is rare."
In Jiangjing, they wouldn't even have a chance to see Master Chen.
Ji Mulan is not very able to understand these characters. There is indeed a big gap between her and Xu En. As Ji Heng said, it is not necessarily a good thing to take Bai Qian with her.
She sat quietly and listened without disturbing them.
Xu En turned off the video and looked at Ji Mulan, "She didn't agree to meet you?"
"Yes." Ji Mulan nodded, then shook his head, "I will go directly to her tomorrow."
Xu En doesn't care about Bai Qian, he only cares about his rejected invitation.
Bai Qian is studying the Jiangjing University Preparatory Camp app in the library.
She is not good at chemistry.
I have never been too lazy to do the above questions, but luckily, the Jiangjing University Preparatory Camp app allows you to skip questions you don’t know.
Bai Qian did a physics question and a math question today.
"Have you started writing questions?" As soon as Jiang Fuli arrived upstairs, he saw someone writing questions from the Jiangjing University Preparatory Camp and raised his eyebrows.
Bai Qian pressed the paper with one hand and calculated a problem with a pen in the other hand. She was wearing a snow-white top and half lying on the table. Under the light of the library, her side face was as bright as jade. No matter how she looked at it, she felt elegant and beautiful.
She was very serious when she was doing her homework, but today she always seemed lazy and slow.
"What is that?" Bai Zian changed his posture, supported his chin with his hand, and lazily raised his head.
I saw Jiang Fuli holding a glass bottle in his hand.
The light blue water has dark blue crystals like snow crystals condensed in it.
Bai Zian was quickly attracted by the beautiful color.
There were not many people in the library, so Jiang Fuli sat across from her, leaned slightly on the back of the chair, pushed the bottle over, and said casually, "Azure vase."
Bai Zian took it, put down the light and looked at the bottle of precipitated blue crystal flowers quietly.
"Made of glycine and basic copper carbonate," Jiang Fuli's light-colored eyes always looked distant and cold. He was sitting in the library at this time, and the lights were turning, adding a bit of affection, "You know there is another name for this blue color."
?"
Bai Zian is still observing the blue crystal flower.
From Jiang Fuli's words, she probably knew that it was made of chemicals.
"Klein blue." Jiang Fuli said lightly.
Bai Zian nodded and recited the name silently.
While he was talking, Jiang Fuli saw Bai Qian doing the questions on the app. He sat up a little straighter and asked as if unintentionally, "Have you started doing the questions?"
He always thought that Bai Zian didn't want to do the questions.
Later I found out that she was a little bad at chemistry and biology, but I didn't see her studying chemistry.
"Yes," Bai Qian glanced at the phone, then smiled, "It seems that chemistry can be skipped."
Someone had hidden his merits and fame, and said calmly: "It's pretty good."
Jiang He sat next to Bai Qian, flipping through the dictionary expressionlessly.
"There will be a local training camp in Jiangjing during your winter vacation." Jiang Fuli reached for Bai Qian's cell phone and flipped through it a little. "It's quite helpful for chemistry."
This was the first time Bai Zian heard that there was a training camp, and he was thoughtful.
Nine o'clock.
The library is closed.
Jiang Fuli watched Bai Qian packing his schoolbag, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he pondered for a moment: "Chi Yundai made a lot of delicious food today."
Chi Yundai is the best chef Bai Zian has ever seen.
She was a little hesitant about the food he cooked, but she still pulled up her schoolbag and coat with a "swipe", tilted her head towards Jiang Fuli, and said with some regret, "Then you can only go and eat with Jiang Xiaoniao, I want
Go back and have dinner with grandpa."
Ji Heng has been worrying about gains and losses these past two days.
Bai Zian would go back to have dinner with him every night.
"Your grandpa hasn't eaten yet?" Jiang Fuli looked at her.
"Well, you go to eat," Bai Qian waved behind him, "I'll take the bus back."
After saying that, the bus stopped and Bai Zian got on the bus directly with her schoolbag.
Jiang Fuli watched expressionlessly as the bus swayed away, leaving him with only the butt of the bus.
Beside him, Jiang He squatted on the ground.
Momo looked up and glanced at Jiang Fuli.
Jiang Fuli looked at him condescendingly and sneered: "Are you squatting down to prevent others from finding you?"
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**
The next day, Tuesday.
Bai Zian didn't eat at noon and had to make up for the filming of a promotional video.
It was still the same photographer as last time. He recognized Bai Qian and was very surprised: "Classmate Bai can actually do Liangdi?"
Before Bai Xian could speak, the principal beside him became excited. He looked at Bai Xian with bright eyes, and then explained to the photographer: "That's right, and classmate Bai Liang Ti writes very well."
Today I have to reshoot the scene of writing big characters.
Bai Zian took off his school uniform jacket, revealing the white top underneath, and then picked up the langhao pen.
"Just write it on this board." The photographer's voice was gentle. Since he was the new candidate recommended by the principal, they naturally cooperated.
Bai Zian stood in front of the chopping board.
Holding the rice paper with one hand and holding the langhao pen in the other, his eyebrows were lowered.
Her hair was held loosely by a wooden hairpin.
The sun filtered through the cracks in the trees and through the glass windows, falling mottledly on her body, shrouding her whole body in a hazy and mysterious way.
There were clearly no other actions like Ren Wanxuan's, and everyone at the scene could not help but breathe lightly.
There is always an inexplicable temperament about her that is inextricably linked to the entire Xiangcheng.
This sense of conflict between ancient and modern times is too obvious.
After not hearing the next move for a long time, Bai Zian raised his head and asked in surprise: "Can we start?"
"Ah," the photographer came back to his senses, "Okay, okay, that's it, it feels good."
He turned on the machine.
Bai Xian then raised his wrist and wrote a line of words on the paper——
[Drinking wildly and fighting with the bandits, one man breaks into Fengdu with one arrow]
This is the line of words written on the stone in No. 1 Middle School, the words that Ren Wanxuan failed to write over and over again that day.
Bai Qian finished it in one go.
Her writing is smooth and flowing, her writing is strong and unrestrained. Yesterday when she wrote about the principal with black pen, she felt the overwhelming momentum, not to mention that today she used the wolf-hair pen she is most accustomed to!
At first glance, one feels that murderous aura and arrogance rush towards each word.
At a glance at this line of words, you can imagine the scene of fighting the enemy bravely.
This is the charm of calligraphy.
This is the passionate resonance that Chinese people can feel with just one line of words imprinted in their DNA.
After Bai Qian finished writing, he read the words for a while and felt very dissatisfied. Then he turned his head and looked at the photographer: "I'll do it again."
Because this is publicity, it doesn't need to be perfect.
She didn't take off the iridium from her wrist, so her wrist strength hadn't been reached yet.
Bai Zian was taking off the inkstone and crumpling the paper into a ball.
The principal quickly stopped him. He took the paper from Bai Qian's hand and said, "Why do you have to do it over again? You wrote it so well, why do you have to do it over again?"
The photographer also played back the video.
He doesn't understand fonts, but he can still feel shocked by the font of Bai Zian.
The last time he photographed Ren Wanxuan, he knew that calligraphers also need state when writing. If the state is good, the writing will be good. If there is no state, it will be like Ren Wanxuan, who will not be satisfied no matter how he writes.
The character "白芹" is written so well. What if it is ruined and she can't write like this?
"Classmate Bai, that's it," the principal carefully dried the ink, without looking away from the words: "You go back to class first, and that's it."
In this way, I'm afraid Bai Qian will crumple the paper.
Obviously, he had the same idea as the photographer.
Bai Qian: "..."
She opened her mouth, wanting to explain.
Then he was pushed out of the door by the photographer.
Bai Zian looked at the closed door speechlessly, "Principal, my school uniform."
The door was opened a crack.
School uniforms were thrown out.
Bai Zian took the school uniform and looked at the door for a while——
Fine.
She walked slowly towards the cafeteria.
Because the shooting took place very quickly, most of the students had not finished eating yet. As soon as Bai Qian entered the cafeteria, Lu Xiaohan waved to her: "Here!"
Lu Xiaohan gave Bai Qian some food.
**
After the group finished eating, they returned to class.
On the way, I happened to meet a group of people from Class 8.
Ren Wanxuan said that they had just finished eating. Both sides had a bad impression of each other, but at least they maintained a semblance of peace.
Ren Wanxuan stared at Zhang Shize dimly.
Zhang Shize had goosebumps all over his body, "Sister Qian, let's go, there's something dirty!"
He said exaggeratedly and left with the classmates from Class 15.
Behind her, Ren Wanxuan looked even worse. She thought Zhang Shize came here to apologize on purpose, so why did he leave like that?
Beside her, Chen Zhu also remembered the incident last time, "How did you deal with that incident?"
"I don't know," Ren Wanxuan was also feeling depressed. She knew it was shooting time at noon today, but Zhang Shize didn't look for her, nor did the principal. "I'll go find the principal."
This thing was weird from beginning to end.
The secretary-general told her to stay put. The principal and the people from Class 15 would always come to find her.
She was really confident at first and didn't take it to heart at all, but now time has passed and she hasn't seen anyone come to apologize to her!
Ren Wanxuan just started to panic.
She went to the principal's office to look for him, but the principal was not in the office at this time.
Ren Wanxuan waited patiently for another ten minutes before he arrived belatedly.
"Classmate Ren," the principal was very surprised when he saw Ren Wanxuan. Then he wanted to understand something. He smiled, but did not say directly: "Sit down first."
Wait for Ren Wanxuan to sit down.
The principal poured himself a cup of tea and said slowly, "Do you have any business with me, classmate Ren?"
Ren Wanxuan looked at the principal's calm look and knew that something was different, not what she and the secretary-general had imagined.
"Principal," Ren Wanxuan's manners have always been good, she was very polite, "Don't pay attention to what my grandfather's secretary said about the cultural tourism promotion."
This is about giving steps.
The principal smiled and said in a gentle voice: "So you forgive Zhang Shize?"
"We are all classmates."
The principal nodded, "That's good."
I didn’t say anything else.
Ren Wanxuan waited for the principal to take her up the steps. The principal said "That's good" and then fell into silence.
Seeing that Ren Wanxuan hadn't left yet, the principal was surprised: "Is there anything else, Mr. Ren?"
She bit her lip, looked at the principal, and said with almost humiliation: "I will shoot a promotional video."
"Promotional video?" The principal looked up from the computer and smiled: "This, I forgot to tell you, Bai Zian has already filmed it just now."
Ren Wanxuan's humiliated expression instantly turned into shock, and her heart skipped two beats: "What?!"
The principal continued to wave to her calmly: "You didn't know, did you? Classmate Bai can actually do it. I'm watching the video she shot. Classmate Ren, come and take a look too."
Good morning, it’s the 15th. Give Sister Jiang a monthly pass today.
(Can any of you make me a blue crystal flower? Damn it, I have been away from the chemistry laboratory for a long time.
Oh, yes, I write more than 7,000 words a day, and I am a model worker! No kidding, I just don’t have many chapters...)