The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 162: 062 Lan Jie’s slick moves, approachable nuclear Mr. Jiang_1

Translator: 549690339

Bai Lian was at the end of the line and slowly replied, “I’ll do my best.”

The young man scratched his head.

Up ahead, Jian Rong, who had been joined by many others, also noticed a girl in the group. Girls were rare in the Beicheng Writers’ Association, so he turned to Qiu Boqing and asked, “Do you know that girl?”

Qiu Boqing didn’t look back, just nodded his head.

“To be selected to participate, she must be quite skilled, right?” Jian Rong was a bit curious; he somewhat wanted to get to know her.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Boqing scoffed, “She hasn’t even passed Level 9.”

“Ah…” Jian Rong immediately lost interest.

Among their group, which one hadn’t scored above 80 in Level 9, and yet here was someone who hadn’t even taken the assessment.

The doors of the Traditional Calligraphers Association were heavy and dignified, with wooden plaques and golden beams. The gateway was eight meters wide, with stone lions squatting on either side, where everyone came to check in.

Even the deputy chairman and those with Jian Rong were no exception.

Bai Lian used the young man’s phone to take a photo for him.

Just as she was returning the phone to him.

A burst of commotion came from the entrance.

All eyes turned toward the direction of the gate, as a line of people wearing the fan-shaped logo of the Traditional Calligraphers Association slowly made their way through the entrance.

Young calligraphers from all over the country who had come to participate in the Lanting Award couldn’t help but look over.

They eagerly gazed at the Traditional Calligraphers Association uniforms they were wearing.

“Xie Jinyun!”

“It really seems to be him!”

Exclamations rang out.

“It’s Xie Jinyun…” Next to Bai Lian, the young man also looked very eagerly at the group, turned around to discuss with Bai Lian, but found that Bai Lian was looking at her phone, her back…

Memorizing vocabulary?

“What’s up?” Seeing him staring at her, Bai Lian tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“Aren’t you curious?” His fervor was immediately extinguished by Bai Lian’s slightly cold look, “It’s Xie Jinyun, the frontrunner for first place this time, rumored to be the next president…”

Then he watched as Bai Lian memorized another word amid their conversation.

The young man:

Having been sidetracked by Bai Lian, the young man looked back at the people from the Traditional Calligraphers Association, his eyes no longer burning with enthusiasm, “Let’s add each other on WeChat.”

He figured that since adding Xie Jinyun was out of the question, he took out his phone and added Bai Lian on WeChat instead.

The interior of the Traditional Calligraphers Association was spacious, understated yet luxurious.

Their competition venue for today was in the largest building in the middle.

“Here are your exam passes,” the deputy chairman distributed the passes to them downstairs, “I won’t say more about the content, inside you have three chances to write, everyone needs to choose their best piece to submit, I’ll be waiting for you downstairs.”

He handed out the exam passes one by one.

Finally, he admonished Jian Rong with a kind look in his eyes, “Don’t be nervous; keep a normal mindset. The teacher believes that one day you will also reach such heights.”

“I know.” Jian Rong held his exam pass and took a deep breath.

He was exceptionally talented in Beicheng, but here at the Traditional Calligraphers Association, no one knew him.

Twent people from Beicheng entered.

Downstairs, many team leaders who knew each other were chatting, and the manager from South City came over smiling, “Lao Qian, was that your association’s Jian Rong just now?”

“Yes,” Deputy Chairman Qian smiled, “it’s him, the young fellow has talent, it’s just a pity, bad timing.”

“Indeed quite unlucky,” the South City manager clicked his tongue, “bad luck running into Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun, one being groomed as the next president, the other a student of the current president. Those participating in the Lanting Award this session are rather unlucky; I just did a lengthy pep talk with my students.”

Even the most talented individuals could be suppressed by such figures.

And how could Deputy Chairman Qian not know this?

“I hope Jian Rong can stay calm,” sighed Deputy Chairman Qian, “if he can secure second place, earning a spot in the Traditional Calligraphers Association would be enough.”

The contest at the Traditional Calligraphers Association tested more than just skills; it tested temperament as well.

Every session, the geniuses from each city who came to the Traditional Calligraphers Association were hit hard by the array of exceptional talents. This year, there was more than one such prodigy, with Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun being trump cards in any session.

And this time, these two happened to be in the same session.

With such pressure, how were the others supposed to stand out?

They waited for an hour and a half, and not a single person from Qian’s group left; they all waited downstairs for them to emerge.

However, just ten minutes into the competition.

A figure came out from inside.

“Which contestant has broken down? Given up?” someone asked.

Deputy Chairman Qian, chatting with people from South City, looked up, curious to see who had such poor composure, but upon recognizing the figure, he struggled to maintain his calm, “You… why are you out so soon?!”