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Chapter 168: 064 calligraphy history book, remove her _1

However, it turned out strangely.

First place wasn’t Xie Jinyun, nor Xu Yajun.

Even these two didn’t make it into the first-class awards.

Those who squeezed to the front to see the list were stunned for a moment, then the scene exploded like a drop of water in a hot oil pan.

“Who the hell is Bai Jian? Has anyone heard of him?”

“Dropped out of nowhere to first place?”

“What on earth did he write!?”

“This year’s Orchid Pavilion Award is really something, isn’t it? It should go down in the history of calligraphy, right?”

“Can we fast forward to three days later?”

At such a time, nobody doubted the level of this first-place winner.

After all, among the second-class awards were Xie Jinyun, who is being groomed as the next president, and Xu Yajun, who is a student of the current president.

Who would dare to tamper with the results at the Traditional Calligraphers Association’s venue?

This year, to outshine these two and secure first place decisively.

What else could the rest say about such strength?

Deputy Qian, because he was too startled, got pushed out of the crowd again.

“Deputy,” the members of the Beicheng Writers’ Association quickly gathered around, “What’s going on? I heard the list is really weird this year?”

Qiu Boqing, also anxious to know if he’d won third place, asked, “Deputy, have you seen the list?”

“The list this year is going to explode,” the manager from South City said, getting squeezed out too. He noticed Jian Rong only got third place, “Who the heck is this first-place winner? Old Qian, have you heard of them?”

“Ah…” After Deputy Qian blinked his eyes, he looked back at the sign-in sheet and said distractedly: “This… that, Xun Hao, Qiu Boqing, you two were shortlisted, while Jian Rong got third place.”

Hearing this news, Qiu Boqing and Jian Rong exchanged looks, their heads drooping.

Their eyes suddenly lost all sparkle.

“Don’t lose heart,” the South City manager shook his head; his students only received shortlisted awards: “This time the awards are really bizarre. There’s been a… change. Not just you Jian Rong, even Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun only got second place.”

Jian Rong’s heart, which had been steeped in disappointment, suddenly revived, “They only got second place too?!”

He voiced what everyone was thinking.

The boy kneeling beside him quickly took out his phone to message Bai Lian: [Damn, bro, it’s such a pity you left! Did you know? This year’s Orchid Pavilion Award welcomed a freak! Even Xie Jinyun was pushed down to second place!]

Bai Lian, his “sister,” was ice-cold and didn’t reply.

The most explosive news of this year’s Orchid Pavilion Award wasn’t that Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun didn’t get first place, but that they were both relegated to second place!

Deputy Qian watched the manager from South City and waved his hand over the sign-in sheet, “That… the only first-place award seems to belong to ours from Beicheng, that girl who left after just ten minutes that day…”

His voice was not loud.

Yet, as if radiating from Deputy Qian at the center, the people within two meters gradually fell silent.

The boy who was still busily messaging Bai Lian on his phone suddenly froze, “Ah?”

Qiu Boqing also instinctively looked up, “Deputy, who did you say?”

“Bai Lian.”

Qiu Boqing’s mind buzzed, as if it was about to explode.

The members of the Beicheng Writers’ Association were in a half-crazed state—first place, and having eclipsed the twin stars Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun, it was an unprecedentedly glorious moment for the Association in many years!

Deputy Qian promptly took out his phone, his mouth stuck in an irretrievable smile, as he reported the news back to the Calligraphy Association’s group.

Deputy Qian, usually stern and aloof, was now smiling as if smiles cost nothing.

He then called Qiu Xuezheng.

Where the hell did this come from?!

Bai Lian was oblivious to the storm caused by the Orchid Pavilion Award.

When Qiu Xuezheng called her, she was in the middle of biology class.

Only after class did she notice the 19 calls from Qiu Xuezheng, which he had made twenty minutes earlier; she took her phone to the restroom and called him back.

Having calmed down for twenty minutes, Qiu Xuezheng’s emotions had stabilized.

“Why didn’t you answer the phone?”

Bai Lian casually closed the door of the stall, lifting her eyebrows, “Am I not supposed to attend class?”

After a long pause, Qiu Xuezheng spoke airily, “You got first place, the only first-class award.”

“Oh,” Bai Lian responded nonchalantly, then remembered, standing up straight, “Does that mean I can apply to the Calligraphy Association now? How do I apply? Where do I apply?”

On the other end of the phone, Qiu Xuezheng’s forehead was covered in question marks.

Aren’t you a little too calm about your massive first place?

That’s what he was thinking, so he went ahead and asked it.