Chapter 151: People from the Traditional Calligraphers Association are here! Guaranteed second place!_2
Chapter 151: People from the Traditional Calligraphers Association are here! Guaranteed second place!_2
It was at this time.
The whole Class 15 suddenly fell silent.
Feeling a chill on her back, Pu Xiaohan’s sixth sense made her turn around swiftly, sit up straight, and start working on exam problems from the past decade.
Out of the corner of her eye, sure enough, she spotted the elusive Lu Lingxi at the window.
Everyone else in the class was seriously doing their homework, except for Zhang Shize, who was still busy sleeping.
Lu Lingxi walked up to him quietly and raised her hand
“Ah” Zhang Shize stood up with his ear being pinched and caught sight of Lu Lingxi, “Lu Mom, spare a handsome guy’s life!”
“How late did you play games last night?” Lu Lingxi sneered.
Zhang Shize: “I just… at one o’clock… two o’clock, two fifty-nine!!”
Not a minute past two—this was his final act of defiance.
“You think it’s fine to sleep during the day and play games at night, huh? How many times have I told you, Zhang Shize, in today’s society without a diploma you’ll face setbacks in everything,” Lu Lingxi let go of his ear, pleading earnestly, and then pointed to the back of the room: “Go stand at the back.”
Zhang Shize reluctantly took his book and went to the back.
After Lu Lingxi finished speaking, she looked down as Bai Lian finished a question, and then gently said to Bai Lian, “Bai Lian, come out for a moment.”
Zhang Shize was amazed at her quick change of demeanor.
“The principal said he wants to give your contact information to Mr. Qiu,” Lu Lingxi was telling her this, “I can give him your number, is that okay with you?”
That was fine.
Bai Lian nodded.
Saturday.
Director Chen came to look for Ming Dongheng; Jiang Fulai and Jiang He were not around, so he was much more relaxed in his seating: “There’s another match for Mr. Bai next Tuesday. If he wins, his score will reach third place.”
“Tickets.” Ming Dongheng poured himself a cup of tea, his words were succinct and cool.
“They’re already prepared.” Director Chen took out freshly printed tickets and handed them to Ming Dongheng.
He had been in high spirits these past two days, having managed two issues in Xiangcheng with perfection after Bai Lian’s advice, earning high praise from Elder Chen.
The two of them were still talking.
Outside, a servant brought in a woman, “Young Master Ming, someone from the Traditional Calligraphers Association is here.”
Ming Dongheng glanced slightly and grunted an acknowledgment.
Being a naturally cool person, his presence became even more intimidating after following Jiang Fulai.
Director Chen didn’t know who this Miss Xu was and looked curiously towards the door.
A tall woman in a plain white dress walked in; despite Xiangcheng’s weather not being too hot, she didn’t even wear a coat.
Upon entering, she slightly lowered her head, not daring to casually look around.
“Young Master Ming,” she stood to the side, noticing there were only two people sitting on the sofa, she paused slightly, “Director Chen.”
Director Chen clearly recognized the woman in front of him; he poured himself a glass of water too, “Xu, what brings you here?”
“The teacher sent me to fetch something.” Xu Yajun stood to the side, her reply very cautious.
Ming Dongheng knew she would come.
He glanced at Xu Yajun and, not recognizing her, spoke indifferently: “Sit for a while, I’ll go upstairs to get it.”
Xu Yajun quickly nodded.
Only after Ming Dongheng left did she feel a bit more at ease and took a seat to the side.
“Oh, by the way,” the president of the Traditional Calligraphers Association was adept in both calligraphy and painting, known for writing in the Liang style, and often joined Elder Chen for tea, Director Chen was very familiar with her, “is President Xue in good health lately?”
A servant came over to pour a cup of tea for Xu Yajun.
Xu Yajun took it with thanks, and then slowly said, “The teacher is well; a few days ago, he went to enjoy tea and admire calligraphy with Elder Chen.”
Director Chen smiled upon mentioning Elder Chen.
He looked at Xu Yajun, his expression growing much lighter.
Ming Dongheng came down with a rectangular wooden box from upstairs and handed it to Xu Yajun, “Hold on to this, give it to President Xue and don’t open it.”
He was used to being cold, Xu Yajun quickly stood up and received it with both hands formally.
“Oh,” Director Chen suddenly realized upon seeing the wooden box, recalling how President Xue used to bother Jiang Fulai frequently and had been driven out many times by Ming Dongheng, “This is for the exhibition, right?”
He was still speaking.
His phone in his pocket buzzed.
Seeing the name displayed, Director Chen’s eyes lit up; he stood up briskly,”Hello, Uncle Ji, fishing? Great, I love fishing the most, wait for me!”
He couldn’t bother with the people in the hall any longer and rushed to Ming Dongheng, “Mr. Ming, I need to go fishing with Uncle Ji, keep the tickets safe.”