Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 543 Unbelievable! Gambling Bet [1 more update]

Chapter 543: 543 Unbelievable! Gambling Bet [1 more update]

Fu Style and Cold Style are two completely different fonts, and hardly anyone studies both at the same time.

After all, Fu Guang and Han Yunsheng had completely different life experiences and personalities.

And characters often best reflect a person’s temperament and experiences, which is why basically no one can master both Cold Style and Fu Style simultaneously.

However, the Calligraphy Association did indeed have such a genius who was proficient in both Cold Style and Fu Style.

But the reason geniuses are geniuses is that their talents far exceed those of ordinary people from the moment they are born.

When the judges saw the characters written by Ye Wanlan, their expressions were all visibly shaken.

"The young girl can also do Cold Style..."

"At her age, to be able to write such characters is indeed very impressive."

"It’s hard to believe, truly unbelievable."

Miss Fu Qiao’s expression also changed.

She indeed had not expected Ye Wanlan to be adept in Cold Style as well.

It has to be admitted that the reason the three major styles are considered such is indeed because they genuinely overshadow the other styles.

Especially when these three pieces are displayed together, even though Miss Fu Qiao wrote very well, what everyone first noticed was only the character in the middle.

Another girl looked at Ye Wanlan’s work, a flicker of astonishment and admiration crossing her eyes.

But after a closer examination, the girl spotted some clues.

She could tell that Ye Wanlan had a solid foundation, far surpassing her own.

Yet with such a solid foundation, the characters seemed somewhat too light, creating a somewhat unharmonious feel.

Even the girl could see this, and naturally, so could the judges.

They felt a bit regretful because Ye Wanlan could have written these characters even better.

But indeed, the three major styles are stronger than the other styles, which is an undeniable fact.

Without a doubt, Ye Wanlan secured first place in the second round of the competition.

[Ye Wanlan is awesome! She actually beat Miss Fu Qiao!]

[Alas, it’s such a pity! No wonder her Fu Style was a bit off, because she diverted some of her focus to learn Cold Style, and that was lacking a bit too!]

[If Ye Wanlan could focus on just one style, without exaggeration, she would definitely be better than Miss Fu Qiao. Who is her teacher? What were they thinking, having her learn both Cold Style and Fu Style? Aren’t they harming her?]

[Never mind the styles for a moment, but to see Emperor Yongshun’s last words at a youth calligraphy event is truly moving... because so few mention him.]

[Emperor Yongshun was only sixteen when he committed suicide! What was I doing at sixteen?]

[Just because the glory of Grand Ancestor Zhaozong Yanwang and Princess Yongning is so radiant, we shouldn’t overlook Emperor Yongshun, he really did very well.]

The chairman watched as the real-time viewer count in the live stream surged, and couldn’t help but take a sharp breath, "This Miss Ye...is really something."

Beside him, the secretary tentatively asked, "What do you mean?"

"She’s not only promoting calligraphy, but also the historical culture of Shenzhou," the chairman said, "Emperor Yongshun’s last words are generally glossed over in middle school history books, and not systematically taught."

All because that year, the experiences on the Shenzhou Land Continent were too painful, with many, many losses.

And among these people, the vast majority couldn’t even leave their names in the history books.

A page turned in the history book, a few hundred words of narrative, yet it was already the story of a person’s magnificent life.

"I see," the secretary understood, smiling, "Miss Ye’s participation in ’Treasures of The Divine Land’ must be with similar intentions."

"Many say today’s younger generation is a degenerate one, but I don’t think so," the chairman said slowly, "I believe they will create a better future."

**

Elsewhere, inside a private box.

Rong Qi was slightly moved, "No wonder Brother Yan has such faith in Miss Ye, she is proficient in both Cold Style and Fu Style."

Yan Tingfeng simply smiled faintly, giving no reply.

"I still think Miss Ye should be one of our Xiang family," Xiang Shaoyu said leisurely, "Look, in two rounds of competition, she wrote poems of Great Ancestor Ning and also the last words of Emperor Yongshun. There are many heroes in history; why doesn’t any other family get such treatment?"

Hearing this, Rong Qi and Huo Yunyi both looked at him with complicated expressions, mutually thinking Xiang Shaoyu was daydreaming.

"What do you think she will write about in the third round for the championship battle?" Xiang Shaoyu snapped his fan shut, "After writing about Grand Ancestor and then Emperor Yongshun, I guess next, she will write about Princess Yongning."

Finally, Yan Tingfeng spoke up, "Not necessarily."

"How is it not necessarily?" Xiang Shaoyu sniffed, "Even if it’s not Princess Yongning, it must be someone from my Xiang family, want to bet?"

Confident in his opinion, he of course wanted to bet with Yan Tingfeng.

"Betting?" Yan Tingfeng suddenly smiled, speaking leisurely, "Alright, what’s the stake?"

Xiang Shaoyu looked up at him. "What do you want? You seem uninterested in many things."

"There is a piece of Xuantian Jade in the Qianyuan Treasury," Yan Tingfeng said indifferently. "I want it."

"What?!" Xiang Shaoyu almost jumped up. "You really don’t ask for much until you do, and then it’s something astonishing. The disposition of the Xuantian Jade isn’t something I can decide alone."

Yan Tingfeng still appeared calm and composed. "So, are we still betting?"

"Betting, of course we are betting," Xiang Shaoyu leaned back, "This is a rare chance to possibly win against you."

"Alright." Yan Tingfeng’s eyebrows lifted slightly. "Then what do you want?"

"I want a favor from you," Xiang Shaoyu said while waving his fan. "Will you give it or not?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Yunyi showed no reaction, while Rong Qi looked deeply at Xiang Shaoyu.

A favor from the Master of the Highest Heaven Tower was indeed very valuable.

"Agreed," Yan Tingfeng slowly sipped his tea, "Let’s wager on that."

"Yun Yi and Brother Rong are here, neither of us can go back on our word," Xiang Shaoyu stated. "Let’s wait and see the third round of the competition."

"Bing He." Yan Tingfeng suddenly spoke.

"Young Master!" Bing He silently entered the box. "What are your orders?"

"Go to the Calligraphy Association, buy those two pieces of calligraphy by Miss Ye," Yan Tingfeng’s expression remained indifferent. "I don’t care about the cost."

Bing He bowed. "Understood!"

It wasn’t until Bing He had left the box that Xiang Shaoyu suddenly reacted. "Why did you act so quickly?!"

He hadn’t even thought of it yet, and Yan Tingfeng had already sent someone to do it?

Yan Tingfeng glanced at him and leisurely smiled. "Do you know why newcomers surpass the old?’

Xiang Shaoyu was slightly puzzled. "Why?"

Yan Tingfeng didn’t answer but just quietly drank his tea.

Because he both competed and seized opportunities.

**

At this very moment, in the resting room behind.

Miss Fu Qiao just realized she was somewhat panicked, feeling sweat on her palms.

Before this final round of the calligraphy competition, she had thought Ye Wanlan was just showing off without real skills, merely fortunate to have caught Old Mr. Fu’s favor.

But today, she realized Ye Wanlan truly had skill.

She questioned herself, if she were to study both Fu Style and Cold Style, she definitely couldn’t reach Ye Wanlan’s level.

Could it be that she was really going to lose the championship of this calligraphy grand finale?

No... that couldn’t be allowed!

"Miss Fu Qiao, the third round will start soon, you have sweated a lot, drink some warm water to hydrate first," an assistant offered her a cup of water.

Miss Fu Qiao was impatient. "Not in the mood, leave me alone."

"Miss Fu Qiao, you need not worry about the competition," the assistant said with a smile, sensing her thoughts, "In the calligraphy world, your standing is far beyond what Ye Wanlan could compare with. Who among the judges present today doesn’t know that you are Old Mr. Fu’s granddaughter?"

"So what if they know?" Miss Fu Qiao scoffed coldly, "Are they planning to..."

She suddenly paused, her eyes lighting up.

Yes, she was Old Mr. Fu’s granddaughter.

With such a background, Ye Wanlan couldn’t possibly compare.

Seeing her mood settle, the assistant smiled again. "Don’t be upset, there’s going to be a live broadcast soon."

The third round would be broadcast live from start to finish, meaning the contestants would be in full view from the moment they picked up their brushes and dipped them in ink.

This was the first time Miss Fu Qiao experienced such a format in a competition.

She finished her water, calmed her emotions, and then strode out of the resting room into the competition area.

Ye Wanlan walked neither slowly nor hurriedly, also stepping onto the central platform.

Both sides had long tables set up with brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones ready for the contestants to use.

[There’s no specified style this time, guess whether Ye Wanlan will write in Fu Style or Cold Style?]

[Better go with Cold Style, since Miss Fu Qiao will definitely write in Fu Style. It’s too hard to surpass her in Fu Style.]

[Move aside, I’ll just guess Yongning Body, the only one of the three major styles left!]