Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 541 Indeed, Miss Ye should be a member of our Xiang Family [1 more update]

Chapter 541: 541 Indeed, Miss Ye should be a member of our Xiang Family [1 more update]

"I see it too, I see it too! I could visibly see the teacher in charge’s pupils dilate, what did she write?"

"Ye Wanlan must have bribed the organizers in advance, putting on a show in front of the camera, right? I can’t believe the writing would make a senior member of the Calligraphy Association reveal such an expression."

"I feel the same. I’ve been studying calligraphy and I’m very interested in the movements of the Calligraphy Association. There was never any live broadcast for the past national youth calligraphy finals; the results were always checked on the official website of the Calligraphy Association. How come this year, as soon as Ye Wanlan comes on board, the organizers are ready to livestream?"

"Is there anyone who can dig into who’s backing her financially?"

...

As the number of people in the live broadcast room increased, the organizers actually had to open another room to stream for overflow viewers.

This made the Chairman laugh so hard he couldn’t close his mouth.

The influence of calligraphy could be further expanded, which of course was something they were happy to see.

Even if today’s broadcast only made one more person interested in calligraphy and wanting to learn, then they were successful!

Ye Wanlan wrote neither fast nor slow, her expression relaxed and completely in control.

The name of the piece "Breaking Formation·Shen Zhou" caught the female teacher’s full attention, so it wasn’t until Ye Wanlan finished writing the first sentence, "Banners cover the mountains, the battle drums have yet to cease, the slim moon cold as frost," that she suddenly realized Ye Wanlan was writing in the Fu Style!

Although Fu Guang was a female poet, her words did not lack grandeur and had a style of their own.

Free from worldly concerns, unaffected by worldly affairs.

Such character and experiences made her calligraphy lively, with extremely high historical significance and collectible value, winning the pursuit of many in later generations.

Among the three major calligraphy styles, the Fu Style, compared to the Cold Style and Yongning Body, is the easiest to practice and imitate.

This is also why out of the eighteen contestants, twelve chose to write in the Fu Style.

The female teacher’s eyes glittered more and more.

This was the first time she had seen someone use the Fu Style to write a poem by the Great Ancestor Ning.

The Great Ancestor Ning was ambitious, while Fu Guang was indifferent and tranquil.

Yet in Ye Wanlan’s hands, the Fu Style and this piece "Breaking Formation·Shen Zhou" were perfectly combined.

The female teacher silently nodded her head; such a work would have no problem making it into the top thirty.

At this moment, in a private box.

The heirs of the Five Great Families of Yunjing from this generation, three of them had actually shown up here.

"What do you think Miss Ye is going to write?" pondered Xiang Shaoyu, "Miss Ye’s ’To Prince Brother’ was really good; indeed, Miss Ye should belong to our Xiang Family."

Huo Yunyi glanced at him, saying coldly, "Stop trying to attach your own hats to others, speak with your brain."

"What’s wrong with what I said?" shrugged Xiang Shaoyu, "Miss Ye, in the high school entrance examination, wrote a letter to King of Yan from the perspective of Princess Yongning, which indicates that Miss Ye is leaning towards our Xiang Family."

"That’s the Xiang Imperial Family from three hundred years ago," interjected Yan Tingfeng indifferently, "deal with all your family’s affairs first, then make such claims."

Xiang Shaoyu was left speechless.

The current Xiang Family may lead the Five Great Families of Yunjing, but compared to the Xiang Imperial Family of three hundred years ago, they were still far too inferior.

"Brother Yan, why did you come back from the Northern Lands so quickly?" asked Rong Qi, "Grandfather mentioned that you had barely stayed for a few days."

Yan Tingfeng’s fingers grazed his thermos cup, a faint smile on his lips, "It’s part of my plan to come back to watch Xiao Wan’s calligraphy competition."

"You’ve always been attentive to Miss Ye’s matters," Xiang Shaoyu stroked his chin, "how about we place a bet on what place Miss Ye will get today?"

"No need to bet," said Yan Tingfeng.

Xiang Shaoyu looked up, "What do you mean by that?"

"Xiao Wan will only come in first," Yan Tingfeng stated nonchalantly, "There’s no need to place any bets."

This statement surprised the other three men a bit.

"I haven’t yet seen Miss Ye write," mused Huo Yunyi, "Brother Yan is so sure, you must have seen it."

"Not yet," Yan Tingfeng propped up his head with one hand, smiling as he asked, "But she’s definitely coming in first, want to bet on it?"

"No bets!" Xiang Shaoyu was wary, "I’ve never won against you."

"How will you know if you can’t win if you don’t try?" Yan Tingfeng’s smile deepened at the corners, "Only by trying will new outcomes occur."

Although he was addressing Xiang Shaoyu, his gaze stayed distant.

A pair of beautiful, clear eyes like spring water carried a cold chill, with a faint yet discernible murderous intent.

As King Qin who was brave and adept at martial combat on the battlefield, Hua Yingyue could distinctly sense this fleeting murderous intent.

Even though at this moment she essentially had no physical body, she felt as if all her nerves were on edge.

Hua Yingyue’s expression was solemn.

"What’s wrong?" Xie Linyuan was right beside her, "Did you discover some unstable element?"

He followed her gaze and inadvertently locked eyes with Yan Tingfeng.

"Who exactly is this man?" Hua Yingyue furrowed her brows, "Why do I feel a sense of inexplicable familiarity emanating from him?"

"You feel it too?" Xie Linyuan was somewhat surprised, "To be honest, I have the same feeling, and moreover, he can sense my presence."

Hua Yingyue’s expression changed, "What?"

"For now, we can’t be completely certain, only Little Junior Sister can see us." Xie Linyuan spoke slowly, "Although he can’t see us, he knows that we are by Little Junior Sister’s side."

The individuals who could instill such a sense of familiarity in them could be counted on one hand.

As a Sword Saint who roamed the Jianghu, Xie Linyuan and Hua Yingyue, stationed in the Eastern Wilderness, had very few intersections.

"Let’s observe him some more," Hua Yingyue said with a slight frown, "As long as he doesn’t harm Ah Lan, then even if he can sense our presence, it’s of no consequence to us."

"I think the same," Xie Linyuan nodded, "Moreover, he treats Ah Lan extremely well, willing to lay down his life for her."

They were not unaware that their ability to return to Shenzhou was all thanks to Ye Wanlan.

Although the Xiang Imperial Family had long been annihilated, their spiritual blood and soul persisted.

Princess Yongning was forever the pivot connecting them all.

Ye Wanlan’s life was too important.

Nothing could be allowed to happen to her.

Time ticked by, second by second; Ye Wanlan had already set down her brush, while other competitors in their compartments were still writing.

When the last grain of sand fell in the hourglass, the sound of a bell, "clang—," signaled the end of the first round of the competition.

All competitors handed over their calligraphy to their respective instructors, who then passed it on to the judges.

There were ten judges in total, and the sum of each judge’s score would be the final score.

As the first-place winner of the previous competition, Fu Qiao’s writing was the first to be delivered to the judges.

On the live stream screen, her writing also appeared.

What Fu Qiao had written was a poem praising the moon by Fu Guang, which was very popular and a mandatory memorization piece for middle school students.

The Fu Style matched with Fu Guang’s poem was indeed an impeccable combination.

The judges were all very satisfied with her calligraphy, awarding it a high score of 98.8.

[Fu Qiao is indeed powerful; she truly inherited Old Mr. Fu’s legacy.]

[She has improved a lot since last time! How old is she this year? It’s hard to imagine how high her achievements will be in the future. Calling her the number one young calligrapher of her generation should be undisputed, right?]

With Fu Qiao’s brilliant work setting the standard, the few competitors who followed with the Fu Style seemed somewhat lackluster.

Their scores also mostly ranged between 85 and 90 points, which made Fu Qiao’s 98.8 points seem even more intimidating.

[Finally, it’s Ye Wanlan’s turn! I really want to see what she has written!]

A new piece of writing was simultaneously displayed on the screen and before the judges.

The five characters of "Breaking Formation·Shen Zhou," bold and vigorous, caught every viewer’s eye.

"..."

The judges’ breathing paused for an instant.

The bullet chat in the live stream exploded!

[Damn, it’s "Breaking Formation·Shen Zhou"! My favorite poem!]

[Every time I read this poem, my blood boils, and I feel like charging into battle immediately, following Grand Ancestor Ning to conquer the world.]

[I can only recognize it’s in the Fu Style. Can anyone who understands calligraphy comment on the quality of her writing?]

[At least a decade’s worth of skill, wow... From this perspective, I feel like it’s not inferior to Fu Qiao’s at all!]

The judges whispered and nodded to each other, full of admiration.

"It’s actually ’Breaking Formation·Shen Zhou’ written in the Fu Style..."

"This is the first time I’ve encountered such a combination, and yet it doesn’t seem out of place at all."

Fu Qiao couldn’t hear exactly what the judges were saying, but she could clearly catch the expressions on their faces, and her heart skipped a beat.

Ye Wanlan’s score couldn’t possibly... be higher than hers, could it?

Absolutely impossible!