The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 169

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

Translator: 549690339

“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.