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After a long time, her fingers gradually loosened.
The quality of the reel is good enough without leaving any nail marks.
Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips and glanced at the office.
It was a relief to find that other people were still busy sorting out the entries and didn't pay attention to her side.
She lost her composure just now.
Putting the scroll back down, Zhong Zhiwan looked indifferent.
If it was said that it was written by Ying Zijin, she would not believe it a hundred times.
She had read Ying Zijin's information from Mr. Zhong a long time ago, and the information was detailed every year.
Qingshui County is economically backward and is a poor village. Not to mention learning calligraphy, whether you can have enough to eat is a problem.
And the words on this scroll can't be written without decades of knowledge.
Apparently it came from a calligrapher.
Even her calligraphy teacher may not be able to write such characters.
Can Ying Zijin write?
Zhong Zhiwan frowned.
She didn't expect that Ying Zijin would try to cheat in order to win an award at the art festival.
Seeing that the eyes of money are open, it is really poor and crazy.
Zhong Zhiwan had never participated in the art festival before, so she turned her head and asked softly, "Have any students cheated before?"
Hearing this, the ministers all stopped, a little surprised: "Cheating?"
"For example¡ª¡ª" Zhong Zhiwan paused, "Let someone else write and draw for me, and then write my name and hand it in."
"This" The head of the art department thought for a while, "It seems to have happened. I heard from the seniors and sisters that it should be a few years ago. A student did this and used the calligraphy of a famous calligrapher to participate in the competition."
"But at his age, he obviously couldn't write it. What's even more ridiculous is that the famous calligrapher was there that day, and he exposed it directly."
"Because the impact was too serious, the shame was posted on the Internet, and the student was expelled."
Zhong Zhiwan nodded: "I understand."
"So since then, no one has dared to cheat at all." The Minister of Literature and Art asked, "Zhiwan, did you find out about cheating?"
"No." Zhong Zhiwan smiled, "I'm not sure yet, don't slander casually."
"Oh." The Minister of Arts and Culture didn't say much, and lowered his head to record on the roster, "Anyway, whoever dares to do this will be doomed."
He does not mean that.
After Zhong Zhiwan thought about it, he still took out the set of scrolls and left the office.
**
After leaving the activity center, Zhong Zhiwan went to the elite class.
On the way, I ran into Class 19 students who had just finished physical education.
There were tens of meters away, and Zhong Zhiwan saw those classmates surrounded by the girl, looking very excited.
Even when Jiang Ran and Xiu Yu were standing beside her, they automatically suppressed the sharpness of their bodies.
This is something that never happens.
Zhong Zhiwan is not unaware that many things have changed since Ying Zijin left the elite class.
And Mr. Zhong's attitude towards her.
Zhong Zhiwan glanced at the girl, clenched his hands, blocked the scroll with his schoolbag, buried his head, and hurried away.
For fear of being seen the same.
"Then why is Zhong Zhiwan running so low?" Xiu Yu glanced at it and said, "You don't want to be a thief, do you?"
Ying Zijin ate the lollipop, but didn't look at the words, just said indifferently: "Maybe."
"Speaking of which, Father Ying, I always feel that you¡ª" Xiu Yu touched his chin, "Sometimes you are like a magic stick."
Ying Zijin tilted his head, his phoenix eyes raised slightly: "God stick?"
"I feel like you can predict prophets." Xiu Yu couldn't say it, and was vague, "Anyway, it feels quite mysterious."
"Yeah." Ying Zijin nodded, "Then I can do a fortune telling for you for free."
"Foretelling?" Xiu Yu was taken aback, "Father Ying, don't tell me, you are still a fortune teller."
After eating the lollipop, Ying Zijin said, "No."
Fortune tellers usually use external objects, or supernatural science, to find out what they want to know.
Unlike prophecies, the divination results given by fortune tellers are ambiguous.
Playing tarot cards is the same.
She is not divination, she is seeing directly.
It's just that whether observing the future or the past, she will consume too much, because these all involve cause and effect.
So noBefore she fully recovers, she will generally not use the ability of divine calculation.
Except for those things she can tell at a glance.
Such as an ordinary person's name, age, and what he will do.
"I'll just say it." Xiu Yu thought she was just playing around, and didn't pay much attention, "But Father Ying, if you're interested in divination, you can visit the Imperial Capital in the future."
"There is a magic stick family in the imperial capital, who set up stalls to tell fortunes every day, but in fact they are cheating money."
"What magic stick, what do you know?" Jiang Ran sneered when he heard this, "They really can count."
"What a fart." Xiu Yu was furious, "I was cheated before, they dragged me to draw a lottery while walking, and they forced me to pay the fee for the lottery, defrauding me of a month's pocket money. "
She was so angry that she smashed the fortune-telling booth.
Ying Zijin's hand paused, thoughtful.
This style of behavior
Um.
She yawned, returned to class, and started a new round of sleep.
**
The art festival is scheduled for April 6, a total of three days.
Except for the third year of high school and the third year of junior high school, all other grades will have holidays.
Ever since Ying Feifei's incident happened, Mr. Zhong has been very concerned about Qingzhi's every move, and this time is no exception.
Two days before the art festival, on Saturday, he called Ying Zijin.
"Zijin, aren't you attending the art festival? How's it going? Do you need grandpa's help?"
He knew that the kid couldn't learn this before, but now it's too late to ask a teacher.
However, he himself is a rough man, and he knows how to play chess.
"That's good, that's good, grandpa will visit you when the time comes." Mr. Zhong replied with a smile, "Don't be pressured, whatever you write about grandpa thinks it's the best."
Zhong Zhiwan was at the side, and the more she listened, the more her heart became more and more blocked. She also had some calculations in her heart, so she got up: "Grandpa, I'm going out for a while."
If it was in the past, if Zhong Zhiwan wanted to go out, Mr. Zhong would definitely have to tell him for a long time.
But this time he didn't say anything, just waved his hand.
Zhong Zhiwan took a deep breath and left Zhong's house.
She took a taxi, went straight to the east of Shanghai City, and came to a villa.
In the yard, a person was weeding. After seeing her, he was a little surprised: "Zhiwan, why are you here?"
"I'll take a look at Senior Brother Lin." Zhong Zhiwan stepped forward, "There is still something I want to ask Senior Brother Lin for advice."
This is her brother Lin Xi, who studied with her under a master calligraphy.
Lin Xi wiped her hands, and asked as she walked into the house, "What's the matter?"
Zhong Zhiwan took out the scroll, opened it, and spread it flat in front of the table.
"Senior Brother Lin, what do you think of this picture?"
Lin Xi leaned over to take a look, she was silent for a while, and then she was shocked: "Zhiwan, did you write this?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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