After a long time, her fingers gradually loosened.
The quality of the scroll was good enough that there were no fingerprints left on it.
Zhong Zhiwan pursed her lips and glanced at the office.
She realized that the others were still busy organizing the entries and didn't notice her. She heaved a sigh of relief.
She had lost her composure just now.
Zhong Zhiwan put the scroll away with a cold expression.
If someone said that this was written by Ying Zijin, she wouldn't believe it.
She had read Ying Zijin's information from Old Mr. Zhong a long time ago. The information was detailed down to every year.
Qingshui County was economically backward and was a poor village. Not to mention learning calligraphy, even having enough food to eat was a problem.
And the words on this scroll couldn't have been written without decades of foundation.
It was obviously written by a calligraphy master.
Even her calligraphy teacher might not be able to write such words.
Ying Zijin could write it?
Zhong Zhiwan frowned.
She didn't expect Ying Zijin to cheat to win an award at the art festival.
Money grubber. She was indeed crazy from poverty.
Zhong Zhiwan hadn't participated in previous art festivals. She turned her head and asked calmly, "Have there been any students who cheated before?"
Hearing this, the department heads stopped what they were doing and were a little surprised. "Cheating?"
"For example …" Zhong Zhiwan paused. "Asking someone to write for you and then writing your name on it."
"This …" The department head thought for a while. "I think it happened before. I heard from the seniors that a student did this a few years ago. He used a calligraphy by a famous calligraphy master to participate in the competition."
"But at his age, he obviously couldn't write it. What's funnier was that the famous calligraphy master was also there that day and exposed him."
"Because the impact was too serious and it was too embarrassing, this student was expelled."
Zhong Zhiwan nodded. "I understand."
"So from then on, no one dared to cheat." The department head asked, "Zhiwan, did you find out that someone cheated?"
"Not really." Zhong Zhiwan smiled. "I'm not sure yet. I can't slander her."
"Oh." The Minister of Arts didn't say much. He lowered his head and recorded something on the register. "Anyway, whoever dares to do this will definitely be done for."
The speaker didn't mean it, but the listener did.
Zhong Zhiwan thought for a while, then took out the scroll and left the office.
**
After leaving the Activity Center, Zhong Zhiwan walked towards the Elite Class.
On the way, he bumped into the students of Class 19 who had just finished their physical education class.
From a distance of dozens of meters, Zhong Zhiwan saw the students surrounding the girl, looking very excited.
Even when Jiang Ran and Xiu Yu stood beside her, they automatically restrained the sharpness of their auras around them.
This was something that had never happened before.
Zhong Zhiwan also noticed that a lot of things had changed since Ying Zijin left the Elite Class.
There was also Old Mr. Zhong's attitude towards her.
Zhong Zhiwan glanced at the girl and clenched his fists. He covered the scroll with his schoolbag, lowered his head, and hurried away.
It was as if he was afraid of being seen.
"Why is Zhong Zhiwan running like a cat?" Xiu Yu glanced at him and said, "Don't tell me he's a thief?"
Ying Zijin was eating her lollipop. She didn't look at her when she heard that. She just said calmly, "Maybe."
"Speaking of which, Papa YIng, I always feel that you —" Xiu Yu touched her chin. "Sometimes, you're like a quack."
Ying Zijin tilted her head and raised her almond-shaped eyes slightly. "Quack?"
"I just feel that you can predict the future." Xiu Yu couldn't explain it and said vaguely, "Anyway, you give people a mysterious feeling."
"Okay." Ying Zijin nodded. "Then I can tell your fortune for free."
"Tell my fortune?" Xiu Yu was stunned. "Papa YIng, don't tell me you're also a fortune-teller."
Ying Zijin finished her lollipop and said, "No."
Fortune-Tellers usually used foreign objects or supernatural science to find out what they wanted to know.
Unlike prophecies, the results of fortune-tellers' divination were ambiguous.
It was the same when it came to tarot cards.
She wasn't divining. She was seeing it directly.
However, whether it was the future or the past, it would consume too much of her energy because it involved karma.
Therefore, before she fully recovered, she usually wouldn't use her fortune-telling ability.
Except for things that she could know at a glance.
For example, an ordinary person's name, age, and what they were going to do.
"I knew it." Xiu Yu only thought that she was playing and didn't pay much attention to it. "But Papa YIng, if you're interested in fortune-telling, you can go to the capital in the future."
"There's a quack family in the capital. They set up a stall every day to tell fortunes, but in fact, they're just scamming money."
"What quack? What do you know?" Jiang Ran sneered when he heard this. "They're really good at telling fortunes."
"Bullsh * t." Xiu Yu was furious. "I was cheated before. I was dragged by them to draw some fortune sticks. In the end, they forced me to pay the cost of interpreting the fortune sticks. They cheated me out of a month's pocket money."
She was so angry that she smashed the fortune-telling stall.
Ying Zijin's hand paused and she seemed to be deep in thought.
This way of doing things …
Yes.
She yawned and returned to the class to start a new round of sleep.
**
The art festival was set to be held on April 6th for a total of three days.
Other than the third year of high school and the third year of junior high school, the other grades would be on holiday.
Ever since the Ying Feifei incident, Old Mr. Zhong was very concerned about this Qing Zhi's every move. This time was no exception.
Two days before the art festival, on Saturday, he called Ying Zijin.
"Zijin, aren't you participating in the art festival? How are you? Do you need Grandpa's help? "
He knew that this child didn't have the ability to learn these things in the past, but it was too late to hire a teacher now.
However, he was a rough person and only knew how to play chess.
"That's good, that's good. Grandpa will come and see you then." Old Mr. Zhong replied with a smile. "Don't feel pressured. Grandpa will think that whatever you write is the best."
Zhong Zhiwan stood to the side. The more she listened, the more stifled she felt. She also had a plan in mind. She got up and said, "Grandpa, I'm going out for a while."
If this was in the past, if Zhong Zhiwan wanted to go out, Old Mr. Zhong would definitely remind her for a long time.
But this time, he didn't say anything. He just waved his hand.
Zhong Zhiwan took a deep breath and left the Zhong family home.
She hailed a taxi and went straight to the east side of Shanghai. She arrived at a villa.
In the courtyard, someone was weeding. When he saw her, he was a little surprised. "Zhiwan, why are you here?"
"I'm here to see Senior Lin." Zhong Zhiwan stepped forward. "There's something I'd like to ask Senior Lin."
This was her senior brother, Lin Xi, who was studying with her under a calligraphy master.
Lin Xi wiped his hands and walked into the house. "What's the matter?"
Zhong Zhiwan took out a scroll, opened it, and spread it on the table.
"Senior Lin, what do you think of this piece of calligraphy?"
Lin Xi leaned forward to take a look. At first, he was silent. Then, he was shocked. "Zhiwan, did you write this?"
----- Digression -----
I have to mention it!
The female lead's surname is Ying from Ying Zheng, and Fan from the Moon.
Ying Huang is a woman, so the character in the middle is Nu. It's easy to remember, right?
The character in the middle is Bei, which is related to money.
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