Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 544 Stunning everyone! Not playing with you guys anymore【2 more updates】

Chapter 544: 544 Stunning everyone! Not playing with you guys anymore【2 more updates】

"[You know, Yongning Body lies between Cold Style and Fu Style. If Ye Wanlan knows both Cold Style and Fu Style, then she might actually be capable of mastering Yongning Body!]"

"[Impossible, although the Yongning Body does indeed lie between these two styles of writing, it’s precisely because of that that Yongning Body is difficult to learn—it’s absolutely impossible.]"

"[Ah, Princess Yongning is truly a genius, no one knows how she managed to write like this at such a young age.]"

"Dang——!"

The bell rang once again, and the final showdown finally began.

The screen split into two, one side showing Miss Fu Qiao, the other showing Ye Wanlan.

Both began writing simultaneously, needing to stop within the allotted time.

Ye Wanlan moved neither too quickly nor too slowly, as she brandished her brush and laid down the first sentence on the rice paper.

——Taiyi Medical Practitioner, reviving the dead, contending with heaven!

"[Is she writing the judgment for the Six Great Sects?!]"

"[Why is Ye Wanlan still writing in Fu Style? I’m not criticizing her, but if she had written in Cold Style, her chances of winning first place would be fifty-fifty with Miss Fu Qiao. Writing Fu Style is just asking for trouble. Doesn’t she understand the principle of exploiting weaknesses?!]"

"[Yeah, why isn’t she writing in Cold Style?]"

"[Amateurs, stop talking nonsense, what do you know about Fu Style? You can only see that it’s Fu Style, but can you see how profound it is?]"

The viewers in the live broadcast room saw Ye Wanlan writing, and naturally, the judges could see too.

One judge suddenly widened his eyes, feeling incredibly incredulous: "This, this..."

If Ye Wanlan’s Fu Style in the previous round was already impressive enough to stand out among the younger generation,

then the calligraphy she was now writing under the live camera was a piece that could directly be placed in the youth section of the Calligraphy Association’s collection!

How could someone progress so much in just a matter of minutes?

There could only be one explanation.

In the first round, Ye Wanlan had hidden her true capabilities!

The judges exchanged glances, each seeing the incredulity in the others’ eyes.

They could clearly see that Ye Wanlan’s handling of the Fu Style had even surpassed Miss Fu Qiao.

But Miss Fu Qiao was the granddaughter of Old Mr. Fu, already renowned and holding a significant position in the world of calligraphy.

Who really deserved to be first today...

"Chairman?" The chief judge’s earpiece received a message, he frowned deeply, sighed, and said, "Alright, I understand. With Miss Ye’s age, she can still participate again next year. Let’s temper her sharpness this year, and perhaps next season she could achieve even better results."

Hearing this, the other judges also understood.

The chairman had clearly seen that Ye Wanlan’s Fu Style surpassed Miss Fu Qiao’s, so he’d urgently called to request they award first place to Miss Fu Qiao.

"But..." A judge sighed, "This is live, are they asking us to rig the competition on air?"

Another judge shook his head: "Miss Fu Qiao also wrote very well, awarding her first place doesn’t count as cheating."

First place this year could only belong to Miss Fu Qiao.

Everyone else was completely unaware of what had just transpired, all eyes firmly fixed on Ye Wanlan’s movements.

"No, it’s still not quite there." Xie Linyuan furrowed his brow, "Little Junior Sister still hasn’t given it her all."

"In the first round, Ah Lan just made sure she’d make it through to the second round," Hua Yingyue spoke lightly, "and at the same time, she could gauge the strength of her opponents. Knowing that, in the final showdown, she just needs to produce a piece that surpasses her opponents, naturally there’s no need to go all out."

The position occupied by Princess Yongning was as prominent as that of the Vice King.

Describing her as mysterious and subtly influential was an understatement.

In a private box, Yan Tingfeng set down his cup and said indifferently, "You’ve lost. Accept the bet and honor it; tomorrow at this time, take me to retrieve the Xuantian Jade."

Xiang Shaoyu: "..."

He closed his eyes in despair and then opened them again, hoping perhaps it was due to the way he had opened them.

But clearly it was futile because Ye Wanlan had already written the second sentence.

——Master of Great Purity, knowing divine will above, perceiving human hearts below!

These twelve characters made Rong Qi slightly moved.

Wasn’t this the pinnacle that every successor of the Great Purity Pulse aspired to achieve?

Huo Yunyi kept his brows tightly furrowed, unable to relax until the third sentence appeared.

——Divine Strategy Military, spear strikes like a dragon, shaking heaven and earth!

Seeing the judgment for the Divine Strategy Army, Huo Yunyi’s eyebrows finally relaxed: "I think this is the best piece Miss Ye has written."

He didn’t understand calligraphy, but anything that depicted the Divine Strategy Army was excellent.

Ye Wanlan continued writing.

——Musician of Heavenly Sound, strings stir the Five Tones, ghosts and gods trembling!

——Penglai Immortal, soaring through clouds for thousands of miles, exceptional in mysteries!

——Beiming Mystic Practitioner, reversing Yin and Yang, toppling the stars!

[Wow, the Six Great Sects truly are the Six Great Sects, these comments are so cool!]

[Ye Wanlan indeed is this year’s top scholar in liberal studies, she even knows this much about the history of Jianghu.]

[She hasn’t stopped writing! Weren’t the six comments already finished? What more is there to write?]

On the screen, Ye Wanlan held her brush and paused for a moment, then slowly wrote eight more characters.

——Master of Highest Heaven Tower, the number one in the world.

"Thump, thump, thump."

At that moment, Yan Tingfeng clearly heard the beating of his heart inside his left chest.

Extremely intense, his heart seemed about to burst forth, carrying a kind of weightlessness that ironically made it all feel unreal.

Number one in the world, huh...

It had been a very long time since he had heard someone say that about him in writing.

[Master of Highest Heaven Tower’s martial arts surpass the Six Great Sects, saying he is the number one in the world is without any question.]

[Uh, don’t you all read the history of Jianghu? Many historians have inferred that the Battle of Ten Thousand Armies happened because the Master of Highest Heaven Tower sided with the enemy, leading Shenzhou to be captured so quickly.]

[After such a long inference, where’s the evidence? I just don’t believe it.]

[The Master of Highest Heaven Tower was never a good person to start with, do you not know how many people he has killed?]

[During that era, Jianghu was chaotic, it was either you kill me or I kill you, couldn’t we even protect our own lives?]

Ye Wanlan finally finished writing.

This batch of characters was also a masterpiece.

Two minutes later, Miss Fu Qiao also finished writing and she raised her neck, brimming with confidence.

Next, it was time for the judges to discuss, but actually, there was no need for discussion, the result had already been decided.

Still, since it was a live broadcast, they had to go through the motions.

Two minutes later, the chief judge picked up the microphone, "Both contestants are talents of our Calligraphy World, enlightening even us old folks, very impressive indeed! Choosing one work among these is indeed difficult for us."

He paused, then continued, "But a competition is a competition, and there must be a winner. I announce, the champion of this Teen Calligraphy Grand Finals is—"

"Miss Fu Qiao! Congratulations!"

Yan Tingfeng suddenly opened his eyes wide, his gaze already icy.

"What? Miss Fu Qiao?" Xiang Shaoyu frowned. "Did I hear it wrong? Even I can see who wrote better. These judges have been in the Calligraphy Association for so long, can’t they tell?"

[It had to be Miss Fu Qiao, I said earlier, Fu Qiao is the rightful heir of the Fu Style.]

[Congratulations Qiaoqiao! Qiaoqiao is truly amazing!]

[What’s the meaning of this from the Calligraphy Association? Exercising power for personal gain? Ye Wanlan’s writing was clearly better! Why did Miss Fu Qiao get first place?]

[Laymen should just shut up, if you don’t understand calligraphy, don’t comment blindly! These characters were written better by Ye Wanlan!]

Miss Fu Qiao wore a smile and tilted her chin up toward Ye Wanlan, her eyes full of arrogance.

Originally, upon seeing Ye Wanlan’s characters, Miss Fu Qiao’s face had already turned pale.

As a learner of the Fu Style, how could she not see that Ye Wanlan’s skills were superior to hers?

But thankfully, the Calligraphy Association had given her the final championship.

So, she had defeated Ye Wanlan!

The award ceremony was directly carried out, and the judges collected both pieces of writing, preparing to store them in the archives.

However, the unexpected also occurred at this time.

"In a competition that’s open to the youth, if it can’t be fair, then there’s no point in participating." Ye Wanlan did not accept the runner-up trophy, instead, she picked up her piece of writing. "I do not want to see my writing end up in such an organization; it would be an insult to me."

As soon as she finished speaking, the venue erupted into noise!

The judges couldn’t keep their smiles any longer.

Indeed, today’s competition was not fair, they admitted.

But the authority of the Calligraphy Association was not something a little girl like Miss Ye could challenge.

These things happened often, after all this society rarely spoke of fairness.

But unfortunately, without a certain background and backing, one could only swallow this bitter pill.

One of the judges, holding back his anger, asked, "What do you mean, Miss Ye?"

Ye Wanlan turned her head, smiling faintly, "It means I’m not playing with you anymore."