The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 169 - : Volume 064 of Calligraphy History, remove her _2

Chapter 169: Volume 064 of Calligraphy History, remove her _2

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“My calligraphy isn’t that good,” Bai Lian paused for a moment, then lifted her head, smiling casually, “You all now are because there’s no imperial examination system, and fountain pens have basically replaced brushes.”

So, it’s inevitable that calligraphy skills will regress.

She had been using a brush since her birth, handling a sword, and the Lan Ting Prize this time was aimed at young people. If she were to lose to a competitor who had been using ballpoint pens for many years.

Bai Lian felt that the teacher would probably have to get up in the middle of the night and kick her out of the apprenticeship.

“It’s just an advantage. If I were to compete in ballpoint calligraphy, I definitely wouldn’t be as good as them,” Bai Lian switched hands holding her phone and got back to the topic, “So, where do I apply for the Calligraphy Association?”

Qiu Xuezheng was completely out of patience.

You asked her how she wrote it, she asked you how to apply for the Calligraphy Association.

You told her to go and receive her prize, she said she had to attend class and casually asked you how many resources she could apply for.

You said reporters wanted an interview, she said she didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of her teacher and then asked how long the Calligraphy Association would probably take to be processed.

You conveyed the invitation from the Traditional Calligraphers Association for her to join, she said she will join the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association once it’s set up.

Qiu Xuezheng hung up the phone and suddenly remembered that day when Bai Lian, who was about to leave the office, seemed to have stayed only after hearing “apply for the Calligraphy Association.”

He sat in front of his desk, pondering for a long time.

After school in the evening.

Not finding Lu Lingxi, Bai Lian went to the print shop and printed out the application report for the Calligraphy Association that Qiu Xuezheng sent her.

Not bothering to find Jiang He, she stood at the door, swiftly scanning the instructions.

When Jiang Fulai came looking for her, he saw her sitting on a stone bench with her blue-and-white school uniform unbuttoned, revealing the pristine white inner layer, one hand holding her school bag, the other holding a stack of papers, nonchalantly flipping through the documents in her hand.

In the crowd, she stood out strikingly.

Feeling someone approach, Bai Lian lifted her gaze slightly and saw Jiang Fulai and Jiang He, whom she had forgotten.

She blinked, her expression unchanged, “I was just about to call you to ask where you were.”

Jiang Fulai looked at her phone that hadn’t come out:

He didn’t burst her bubble.

“You’re applying for the Calligraphy Association?” He spotted the papers Bai Lian had printed out at a glance.

Quickly understood the contents with a just glance.

He hadn’t slept last night and had gone back to sleep this morning; he had just woken up not long ago. His demeanor was much softer, his elongated phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, his jade-like face seemed to be covered in an undried mist, for a moment the moonlight reflecting off the snow.

Cool yet gentle.

Bai Lian turned another page with one hand, lazily, “Yeah, but Teacher Qiu said, going through the process, it’s estimated that it will be another week before it’s approved…”

She calculated the time.

A long way to go.

“Hmm,” Jiang Fulai withdrew his gaze, “Did you place your application?”

Bai Lian flipped to the last page, her slender fingertips pinching the A4 paper, arching an eyebrow, “I did at noon.”

Jiang Fulai seemed thoughtful.

Ji Heng was going out for dinner with Xu En in the evening, so Bai Lian tucked away the A4 papers and went along with Jiang Fulai to mooch a meal off Chi Lu.

Chi Yundai’s memory was not as good as that of Jiang Fulai and Bai Lian; he found out that Jiang He was coming today.

He studied with great care the page given to him by Jiang Fulai.

Yes, a single page.

Not an exaggeration.

Chi Yundai vaguely realized that there were so many dishes in the world.

He didn’t dare to make comments to Jiang Fulai; so many people were there, but only Bai Lian seemed very approachable, “If I had been this picky as a child, my mom would have asked me if I wanted a spanking.”

Bai Lian could make people let down their guard in the shortest amount of time once she wanted to get to know them better, even Chi Yundai was almost utterly open with her.

She was the kind of person police feared the most.

Bai Lian put away the A4 paper and took out her exam papers to work on, glancing at the long list, “Xiaoniao really is picky.”

She politely evaluated.

Chi Yundai felt like laughing.

Xiaoniao?

He held back, not daring to call him that in front of Jiang He, he took a knife and headed back to the kitchen.

Chuckling quietly to himself.

As he left, he looked at Bai Lian, who was calculating on the back of the A4 paper, slightly surprised: How could Miss Bai, a high school senior, seem to resemble ancient people so much? Full of reverence for brush and ink.

Even jotting down a simple equation, she was so cautious.

Qiu Xuezheng had taught Bai Lian in the morning how to help Xiangcheng apply for the Calligraphy Association.

The name “Bai Jian” was very hot at the Traditional Calligraphers Association; Qiu Xuezheng figured that the approval notice for the application would arrive by next week, given that these bureaucratic procedures involved layers upon layers of review.

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Applied in the morning, and by six in the evening, at the closing time of the Traditional Calligraphers Association staff, the application was unexpectedly approved.