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“Okay, I’ll go ask at the hotel,” Vice President Qian casually replied.
Bai Lian just needed to be safe; whether she had arrived or not didn’t make much of a difference to him.
After getting to the hotel, he arranged the accommodation for the competitors and then confird Bai Lian’s whereabouts with the hotel staff.
He learned that Bai Lian had arrived in the afternoon.
Vice President Qian was sowhat surprised. Bai Lian had only set out in the morning; it took so ti to get from Xiangcheng to Beicheng, and from Beicheng, it was a five-hour flight to Jiangjing. How had she arrived so quickly?
Could it be that she set off yesterday?
However, Vice President Qian didn’t spend much ti thinking about Bai Lian. After sending a ssage to Qiu Xuezheng, he went back to rest.
There was a tough battle ahead tomorrow.
The next day.
Eight in the morning.
Vice President Qian sent a group ssage, asking all the contestants to et downstairs.
The hotel was close to the Traditional Calligraphers Association, and most competitors chose to stay there.
When Bai Lian ca downstairs, there was already a large gathering of people. She sent a ssage to Jiang Fulai and then looked up, searching through the crowd, eventually spotting Vice President Qian to the right of the hotel’s entrance.
She wore a white blouse that day, paired with a horsehair skirt embroidered with golden patterns.
Elegant yet bold.
Her complexion was pale, her figure slender and tall; her jet-black hair casually swept up. Lowering her head slightly, as she passed by, most of the people gradually fell silent, quietly watching her.
Bai Lian went over to Vice President Qian to check in.
Vice President Qian, with a stern look, made no small talk. He checked off her na and cautioned, “Don’t wander off during the event, wait for at the door when you’re done.”
“Alright,” Bai Lian nodded slightly.
She seed quite obedient.
Vice President Qian’s face softened a bit.
“Don’t think Vice President Qian treats everyone like this,” a boy in a black hoodie whispered to Bai Lian. “He’s much nicer to Jian Rong.”
Bai Lian glanced at him.
The boy scratched his head, his face turning a bit red, “You’re the only girl here this ti, right? I heard about you yesterday.”
While he was speaking,
soone suddenly exclaid from within a group from Beicheng, “Jian Rong is here!”
“Finally, we get to see him.”
“That’s him!”
Not far away, Vice President Qian also looked over, his stern face imdiately softening, “Jian Rong, co here.”
His voice could be described as gentle.
Bai Lian also looked over to see two tall guys walking side by side not far away.
One was Qiu Boqing. Naturally, he noticed Bai Lian standing to one side, frowned slightly, but didn’t speak to her.
The other was the much-discussed Jian Rong.
Jian Rong was dressed in a black windbreaker and casual trousers. He greeted the vice president as he approached, “Vice president.”
“Hmm, the contest starts at ten. Don’t be nervous,” Vice President Qian said kindly to Jian Rong. “As long as you don’t make any mistakes, you have a great chance of winning second prize. Understand?”
Jian Rong was their biggest trump card from Beicheng this ti!
This year’s Lan Ting Prize had age restrictions, with significant distinctions between the first, second, and third prizes.
All four major cities were desperately competing for the second prize.
There were many contenders for the third prize, but its value was several notches below that of the second prize.
The vice president and the whole Beicheng Writers’ Association had high expectations for Jian Rong to win the second prize.
As for the first prize…
All five top prizes in previous competitions ca from the Traditional Calligraphers Association, not to ntion that this year several masters’ students were allowed by their teachers to compete. The vice president and his associates had never considered the possibility of anyone snatching the first prize from this group of exceptional talents.
“I’ll do my best,” Jian Rong said earnestly.
“Of course, the others should also do their best,” Vice President Qian looked up again, his expression much colder. He glanced over the twenty-odd people in attendance and gave a brief encouragent, “Qiu Boqing and Xun Hao might win third prize, as for the rest of you, just strive to be nominated, and I won’t expect too much from you!”
The group of more than twenty people set off towards the neighboring Traditional Calligraphers Association.
Most of them crowded around Jian Rong, chatting and adding him on WeChat, while Bai Lian and the boy from earlier fell behind, unnoticed.
“Ah, Jian Rong might actually win second prize? Then he’s sure to get into the Calligraphy Association this ti. I just hope to get nominated,” the boy beside Bai Lian lowered his voice, muttering to her, “What about you? Are you confident about securing a nomination?”
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