The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 732 - : 290 spears break through the waves, holding a pen to test the sharpness_1

Chapter 732: 290 spears break through the waves, holding a pen to test the sharpness_1

The president of the Calligraphy Association knew that this year’s female participant was the same one who won first place in last year’s Orchid Pavilion Award.

Although her calligraphy had not been collected by the Association last year, he still remembered the strength and vigor of her handiwork.

It hadn’t even been more than a year.

Seeing her work today, he felt shocked by her calligraphy once again, realizing that in just over a year, her skills had improved by more than just a little bit.

The camera had forgotten to switch to Cai Xin.

It wasn’t until Bai Lian and Cai Xin left the stage that the camera begrudgingly gave Cai Xin a moment of airtime.

But by then, the camera’s focus had lost its significance, as all attention, both on and off camera, was on Bai Lian.

Nobody paid attention to Cai Xin, who shared the stage with her.

The front row.

Old Master Chen, dressed in a long robe, had been watching the girl the whole time and finally reacted when he saw the two of them leaving the stage, standing up abruptly with a “thud.”

Next to him, Dean Jian hurriedly got to his feet: “Old Master Chen.”

The Jian Family was a prestigious literary family, and Dean Jian, having been immersed in the world of calligraphy from a young age, also had the ability to appreciate it. Bai Lian’s Liang style had struck him as unique.

Nowadays, most people’s calligraphy is based purely on copying others, polished from start to finish, rarely reflecting any sense of beauty or artistry.

Bai Lian’s writing, however, with its rustic heaviness, seemed to come at them with the vigor and skeletal strength of ancient windswept grass.

Old Master Chen’s gaze still lingered on the left side of the stage, realizing the event had not ended. He felt he had lost his composure and reseated himself, not even turning his head, “Who is that girl?”

“She’s the child I wanted to introduce to you,” said Dean Jian, surprised at Old Master Chen’s reaction.

He knew Old Master Chen always took great interest in anything related to the Bai Family, but he hadn’t expected such a strong reaction.

Old Master Chen ‘hmmed’ in acknowledgment.

The other executives at the Pen and Ink Ocean, sitting beside him, exchanged glances and silently instructed their subordinates to find out more about this girl.

**

Backstage.

Having completed her task for the day, Bai Lian left after getting off the stage.

She picked up a cloak nearby and walked out the door.

At the backdoor, Jiang Fulai was waiting for her.

He had donned a cap and leaned casually against the doorframe, the brim pulled low so only his firm jaw was visible, his pale and slender fingers fiddling absentmindedly with a cell phone.

Only when he heard footsteps did he turn his head slightly.

There were many people at today’s event, but he didn’t linger, instead, he took Bai Lian by the arm and led her straight out of the main entrance.

“Let’s go directly to the Ma Institute,” Bai Lian said languidly as she followed Jiang Fulai, “I’ve taken leave from Professor Zhou’s place, I don’t need to go there today.”

“In such a hurry?” Jiang Fulai had specifically taken time out to watch the competition today.

They had come quietly and left unnoticed.

As Bai Lian discussed with him Ning Xiao’s material analysis situation, “He’s still missing a piece, I’ll take the time today to finish the last few experimental data. The machine was running all day yesterday; I don’t know if it caught anything.”

When it came to plasma materials, Bai Lian was still a bit inexperienced; she mainly helped Ning Xiao by crunching the numbers.

She had also translated the preliminary data and foreign texts for Ning Xiao.

As they passed by various booths, some people had already recognized that Bai Lian was indeed the same person who had been on stage earlier, but nobody dared to approach her.

Not to mention Jiang Fulai by her side.

Behind the two of them, Ming Dongheng wore a black long T-shirt, hands crossed over his chest, trailing two meters behind. His eyes constantly scanned the crowd.

Security followed close by them.

Perhaps knowing they were not ordinary people, the crowd bustled around but never dared to come too close.

**

They moved quickly.

By the time Dean Jian took Old Master Chen to the rest area, they had already disappeared.

In the crowd.

It was Mu Yining’s first time experiencing the event in person. Like everyone else, she was stunned for a while, only coming to her senses after the event ended and the crowd dispersed.

The people around her were very quiet.

Some were discussing Bai Lian’s name in hushed tones.

Dong Xiaobai also snapped back to reality. He suddenly turned his head, his eyes shining brightly, “Yining, who did she learn her calligraphy from?”

He was a scholar and always had been reserved and modest.

Mu Yining was taken aback for a moment by his look before coming to her senses, “I don’t know, she never mentioned it. Is Alian really that good?”

“This is far beyond just good…” Dong Xiaobai said softly, “Such poise, such a sense of weight… Whom did she study under?”

Although she could guess from the audience’s reaction that Bai Lian might be pretty good,

she had not expected Dong Xiaobai to admire her to such an extent.

Previously, when Dong Xiaobai knew that Ren Wanxuan was proficient in calligraphy, he also praised her, but then he had merely said, “She writes very well,” enabling Mu Yining to sense the surprise and admiration in his tone.

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