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Chapter 149: Chairman Teacher 057, Sister Lan is going to stir things up (Second Update)_3

He stared intently at the direction of the office door.

By his side, the director had just arrived not long ago and was looking at a large character that Principal had just shown them, written by Bai Lian earlier with a wolf hairbrush.

The paper had been taken by the photographer for additional shots; the Principal only had a photo.

“I think you’re right,” the director whispered to Qiu Xuezheng, “We really might have a chance.”

The two were in the midst of their conversation.

The door gently creaked, and Qiu Xuezheng and the director immediately looked up to see a slender silhouette.

The person bowed his head slightly, with long, pale, and cold fingers on the door, drifting in lazily as the door pushed open, a cool jade-like brilliance softly filling the space.

It was a girl.

The director and Qiu Xuezheng both withdrew their gazes.

Both had subconsciously assumed that such characters could only be written by a boy.

“Principal,” Bai Lian looked towards the Principal, squinting her eyes, “You were looking for me for something?”

“Not me,” the Principal also glanced at Qiu Xuezheng and the director, surprised at how these two could be so composed at this moment, “Bai Lian, it’s Elder Mister Qiu and his colleague who are looking for you.”

Qiu Xuezheng had thought it was some student looking for the Principal.

Upon hearing what the Principal said, he suddenly stood up, staring intently at Bai Lian, “She wrote these characters?”

“Yes,” the Principal was startled by his reaction.

But Qiu Xuezheng exchanged a glance with the director. In the calligraphy world, men were prevalent and women scarce; over so many years, only one woman had won first place in the seven competitions for the Lan Ting Prize.

They had thought Ren Wanxuan was outstanding, but to think the one who wrote such a powerful stroke was a girl.

The director was much more direct than Qiu Xuezheng, “Bai Lian, you’re planning to participate in the Lan Ting Prize this year, aren’t you?”

If she missed this year, she would have to wait another three years.

Bai Lian, not recognizing them, simply raised an eyebrow, “Lan Ting Prize?”

She had never heard of it.

Not only the director and Qiu Xuezheng but even the Principal found it too outlandish, “Bai Lian, you don’t know about the Lan Ting Prize?”

Bai Lian’s eyes were sincere.

Could she be the disciple of a hidden master?

Qiu Xuezheng gave the director a look, which the latter understood and began to explain the Lan Ting Prize to Bai Lian, “If you participate, you’ll definitely make it to the preliminary selection. Not just the preliminary; you even have the potential to win the third prize, although it may be a bit challenging this year. But the Traditional Calligraphers Association will surely invite you to join…”

He went on and on.

All about the benefits of participating in the Lan Ting Prize.

Of course, no matter how much he said, he only dared mention up to the third prize, considering even Qiu Boqing was aiming for that.

“Oh,” Bai Lian responded disinterestedly, her long lashes lowered, her dark eyes appearing lethargic. She spoke with an air of nonchalance, “Is there anything else, Principal?”

Qiu Xuezheng and the director had thought of many possibilities, but the one thing they hadn’t considered was that Bai Lian was indifferent to the Lan Ting Prize.

After all, no calligrapher was disinterested in the Lan Ting Prize.

Even Ren Wanxuan had been scheming for a chance to participate.

As she started to walk away, the director spoke helplessly, “I was also going to say that if you participate in the Lan Ting Prize, you could help us in Xiangcheng to apply for a Calligraphy Association, allowing more children to learn calligraphy.”

Bai Lian stopped in her tracks and turned around, the gentle sunshine striking her profile, “Apply for an association?”

“Yes, winning an award makes it much easier to apply for a Calligraphy Association,” Qiu Xuezheng explained softly, “There are many children in Xiangcheng who want to learn calligraphy, but we lack teaching resources and facilities. With a Calligraphy Association, it would be much easier to manage.”

“I see,” Bai Lian lightly flicked a lock of hair by her face, her expression mild, “Then I’ll participate.”

“What?”

Bai Lian, recalling the mention of the third prize, touched the Iridium on her wrist, contemplative, “The higher the rank, the better the benefits I can apply for?”