The post bar of Xiaocheng High School at this moment.
There was a post that went straight to the top with lightning speed.
[Whoever wins the calligraphy rating of the current school flower and the former school flower! The bet between Sun Wu, the son of a wealthy family, and Li Xiaohua! Boom, boom! ¡¿
Zhao Xinyu accidentally saw that post during the big class break, and her gaze condensed a little.
Former school belle?
Her brows and eyes were slightly closed, and she couldn't see much emotion.
Waiting to see the content of the post.
The arc of the corner of her mouth couldn't stop hooking, her smile was half a smile but not a smile.
Unexpectedly, God is also helping her.
It seems that after the Xiaocheng Calligraphy Association's rating this time, it's time for Li Yun to get out of Xiaocheng High School!
Li Mingzhe came back after pouring the water, glanced at the content on Zhao Xinyu's phone, his eyes were cold and congealed, "This Liyun is really brazen, and an illiterate person wants to be rated as s, it's wishful thinking!"
Zhao Xinyu restrained her emotions calmly, and smiled softly, "My sister may have her own way."
"Heh." Li Mingzhe sneered, showing contempt on his face, "It's not by that kind of shady means."
Two people are talking.
Zhao Xinyu's cell phone rang suddenly, and she glanced at the caller ID, it was from the Xiaocheng Calligraphy Association.
Li Mingzhe's expression changed, and he urged her: "There should be good news."
"Then I'll answer the phone." Zhao Xinyu couldn't hide the smile on her face.
Today is the day when the Xiaocheng Calligraphy Association is grading. If you receive a call at this time, it can only be that the calligraphy talent is specially treated by the Xiaocheng Calligraphy Association.
"Hi, hello, I'm Zhao Xinyu." Zhao Xinyu's voice was sweet and gentle.
On the opposite side was a mature and stable male voice, "Hello, we are Xiaocheng Calligraphy Association. Due to some special reasons this year, the re-rating will start tomorrow. If you have time, please bring your ID card and go to the school at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Xiaocheng Calligraphy Association."
Zhao Xinyu responded, and before the people from the Book Association hung up the phone, she hurriedly said, "Excuse me, what is my initial grade?"
"It's not convenient." The man's attitude was very firm, "It's against the rules."
Zhao Xinyu hung up the phone and walked towards the classroom with lowered eyes.
"How is it?" Seeing the strange expression on Zhao Xinyu's face, Li Mingzhe asked with concern.
Zhao Xinyu sat down in her seat, put away her mobile phone, and replied: "Let me go to participate in the re-rating tomorrow. I didn't tell me the grade of the initial rating."
Li Mingzhe frowned, and didn't quite understand the operation of the Xiaocheng Calligraphy Association, but he was able to participate in the re-rating, and the grade was at least B.
"The result of the initial rating should be good." Li Mingzhe looked very determined, "It took at least a week for the previous re-grading, but this time you were notified of the re-grading so soon. It is probably because your calligraphy works have attracted the attention of the Calligraphy Association."
"I hope." Zhao Xinyu pursed her lips, feeling a little out of sorts.
I don't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that the person who called her from Xiaocheng Calligraphy Association just now was not very enthusiastic.
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Just after a class, Zhao Xinyu received a call from the Xiaocheng Calligraphy Association, which directly spread throughout Xiaocheng High School.
When Sun Wu got out of class, he deliberately walked around Li Yun's seat, and said in a low voice, "Zhao Xinyu has already received a call from the Book Association to re-evaluate, I would like to ask the person who claims to take an S or not depends on his mood, why didn't he see your phone?" ring?"
"Are you annoying? Zhao Xinyu received the call, did she get the s?" Yu Yan spoke mercilessly with a cold face.
Sun Wu sneered, "You really don't shed tears when you see the coffin."
When Sun Wu left, Yu Yan's neither humble nor overbearing aura instantly disappeared without a trace.
He and Lu Yue looked at Li Yun's calm face from time to time, hesitating to speak.
At this moment, Li Yun's flip phone vibrated slightly.
The string in Yu Yan and Lu Yue's minds suddenly tightened, and they subconsciously looked at Li Yun's phone screen.
"Yesit's the phone number of Xiaocheng Calligraphy Association." Yu Yan's voice was a little fluttering. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com