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Chapter 157: Mr. Chou, who doubts life, goes crazy criticizing Lianlian_2

“Teacher Qiu, my calligraphy…” Bai Lian, hugging a pile of paper, was also handed the wolf-hair brush.

She wanted to tell Qiu Xuezheng that she could do without this kind of brush.

But Qiu Xuezheng simply wouldn’t listen to her, “You go home first, practice well, bring out your top-notch state, I’ll take care of your leave from school. Alright, I also want to admire your calligraphy, so I won’t walk you downstairs.”

He ushered Bai Lian out and to prevent her from returning the rice paper and the wolf-hair brush, Qiu Xuezheng even locked the door behind her.

Holding her backpack and the papers and brush, Bai Lian stood outside the door, staring at it for a long time before she finally started walking downstairs.

Downstairs.

Qiu Boqing was sitting on the sofa, quietly talking on the phone with someone, his gaze briefly landing on Bai Lian as she descended from upstairs before quickly shifting away.

He had no fondness for someone who sought fame by unworthy means.

After Bai Lian had left, he hung up the phone and went upstairs to find Qiu Xuezheng.

“Grandfather, you must give me a reason?” he stood outside the study, without entering, “A person who hasn’t even passed Level 9, don’t you think it’s a joke?”

Qiu Xuezheng stood by the door, looking at Qiu Boqing, “Don’t judge people by their credentials, you should first take a look at her calligraphy…”

“But we do examine all sorts of certifications,” Qiu Boqing interrupted Qiu Xuezheng, “Didn’t you initially take her as your closed-door disciple because you saw that your junior sister got her Level 6 certification at the age of nine? If she could, why can’t Wanxuan?”

This was something Qiu Xuezheng couldn’t refute.

Because it was a fact—it was now an era that looked at credentials, wherever you went, they would list what certifications you had received, how many points you scored; having certifications meant you could go anywhere in the world.

Before meeting Bai Lian, Qiu Xuezheng indeed thought this way,

But what set him apart from Qiu Boqing was that he had lived through times when credentials weren’t necessary.

“You don’t need to speak for Wanxuan anymore,” Qiu Xuezheng shook his head slightly, “I have already registered Bai Lian for the competition. In a couple of days, she will go to Jiangjing with you all to participate in the Orchid Pavilion Awards.”

Not far from the Qiu family’s house, on the road, Jiang Fulai and Jiang He were still waiting for Bai Lian.

Ming Dongheng wasn’t there, Jiang Fulai was driving, sitting in the driver’s seat, slightly surprised when he spotted Bai Lian carrying a bunch of papers: “Why do you have so much rice paper?”

He recognized at a glance that it was rice paper in her hands.

“It’s for practice, given by Teacher Qiu,” Bai Lian said, sitting next to Jiang He, placing the brush case in her backpack, holding the excess of rice papers in her arms.

With one hand holding the papers and the other resting lightly on the car window, revealing a faint hint of red, she appeared nonchalant with a strangely enchanting sense of mystery.

“Practice?” Jiang Fulai started the car as soon as he saw her settled.

Bai Lian didn’t hide anything, resting her chin on the rice papers, “Practicing large script, for the Orchid Pavilion Awards.”

Jiang Fulai’s hand on the steering wheel paused momentarily at her words: “The Orchid Pavilion Awards? That’s on Tuesday, are you going to Jiangjing?”

“I suppose,” Bai Lian wasn’t quite sure, speaking in a lazy drawl, “staying for two days.”

“Not going to spend a few more days in Jiangjing?” Jiang Fulai slowly started the car, seemingly making a suggestion.

Spend a few more days?

“I have to come back for classes.”

That seemed like something she would do, thought Jiang Fulai as he quietly glanced in the rearview mirror.

The car stopped at the Purest Street intersection.

Approaching six o’clock, Jiang He was still going back with Bai Lian today, Jiang Fulai tapped him on the back of his head from behind, lightly warning him: “Don’t cause trouble.”

He would visit the laboratory every day.

Today was no exception.

The day was still young.

Bai Lian, carrying her black backpack and a bundle of rice paper, stood at the Purest Street intersection. Her white, lightweight jacket fluttered with the wind as the clustered embroidery at the hem swayed: “Don’t worry, go ahead.”

Jiang Fulai stood there watching Bai Lian, her tall figure as clear as the bright moon.

Those around who wanted to talk to Bai Lian hesitated to approach.

Especially Mao Kun, squatting nearby, who initially wanted to talk to Bai Lian, but upon seeing Jiang Fulai, he squatted down again, holding back.

“Go on,” Bai Lian chuckled, “I’ll watch you leave.”

Jiang Fulai grunted in acknowledgment and walked back to the driver’s seat.

He drove off, and when he turned a corner, he looked in the rearview mirror, seeing Bai Lian still standing lazily in place, watching the car leave.

Once the black car completely disappeared,

Mao Kun dared to approach Bai Lian.

“Sis,” Mao Kun came over with a cigarette in his mouth, trying to help Bai Lian with the rice paper, “This is…”

He looked towards Jiang He.

“Jiang He, my friend,” Bai Lian handed the rice paper to Mao Kun casually, heading into the alley.