Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 545 Ye Wanlan: Do I need it? [1 more update]

Chapter 545: 545 Ye Wanlan: Do I need it? [1 more update]

She spoke lightly, with a faint smile, as calmly as if she were discussing going to a teahouse for tea.

Yet, the simple sentence contained an overwhelming presence.

The judges, who had never expected Ye Wanlan to be so blunt, were shocked into stillness.

Their faces were filled with disbelief as they stared at Ye Wanlan.

"..."

The entire venue fell into momentary silence; even the live broadcast’s comment section froze.

The first to react were the staff backstage, who urgently cut off the live broadcast.

The screen went black, but the words previously spoken by Ye Wanlan had already been heard by the audience.

[Did I hear wrong? Did she just withdraw from the competition on stage??!]

[Has Ye Wanlan lost her mind? Who does she think she is, being so sure she writes better than Miss Fu Qiao?]

[Those who can only recognize "Fu Style" shouldn’t be commenting!]

[One word, thrilling! Two words, so cool! Three words, Sister Ye is fierce!]

[The Calligraphy Association must be corrupt; anyone who has deeply studied and understands the Fu Style would know who writes better.]

[It’s disheartening... I always thought the Calligraphy Association was fair and just.]

Watching the competition from a private box, the Chairman never anticipated a mishap at this crucial moment, becoming anxious, "It’s clear Miss Ye wrote better, why didn’t she get the first place? Go and check what happened!"

The secretary responded and hurried out, returning in just two minutes.

"Chairman, it was the President’s decision," the secretary said awkwardly, "Miss Fu Qiao is Elder Fu’s granddaughter, so they..."

"What?!" The Chairman found it hard to believe, "Just because of that?"

The secretary lowered his head and fell silent, only nodding.

"The President is being foolish!" the Chairman lamented, "How can we hand out awards carelessly for something that represents Shenzhou’s traditional culture like calligraphy? It will damage the integrity of the Calligraphy Association!"

Having worked alongside the Chairman for many years, the secretary clearly understood this.

"Could it be because the Calligraphy Association has been established for so long that the President can now dictate things alone?" asked the secretary hesitantly, lowering his voice, "But even if Miss Fu Qiao gets the first place this time, things will blow over after a while, and I suppose that’s what the President thinks too."

The Chairman fell silent for a moment, then repeated, "He really is senile!"

It was not just the calligraphy circle, even other long-standing circles saw their top resources and honors monopolized by a small group, passed down from generation to generation.

Indeed, such occurrences were commonplace—initially causing some resistance, but eventually settling into calm.

Today’s award ceremony was not just decided by the Calligraphy Association President alone but by that small group of people within the circle.

Could they really afford to lose a talent like Ye Wanlan in the long run?

Focusing merely on short-term benefits, must they ignore the enduring legacy of calligraphy?

At the competition venue, the live broadcast was completely terminated, photographers were also pushed away.

"Miss Ye must know that by doing this, you are openly defying the entire calligraphy world," a judge kindly advised in a low voice, "It will be difficult to make a name for yourself in the calligraphy world in the future; you might not even find any teachers to accept you."

Ye Wanlan maintained her composed demeanor, even deepening her smile, "Do I need them?"

Her tone was not mocking, but it made all the judges feel embarrassed.

Since Ye Wanlan hadn’t given her all in the first round, who could prove she went all out in the final face-off?

"Ye Wanlan, what are you being arrogant about?" Fu Qiao was both shocked and furious, "The many elders of the Calligraphy Association decided together, and just because they didn’t choose you, you act like this? Showing such disrespect to your opponent, I think you don’t want to continue in the calligraphy world!"

"Opponent?" Ye Wanlan didn’t even look at her; she turned and walked away, "You, aren’t qualified."

To be considered an opponent, one must possess enough skill.

The girl brazenly left with the scroll, leaving behind a furious Fu Qiao and embarrassed judges.

As it was a live event, the incident at the youth calligraphy grand competition quickly spread across major social media platforms.

#UnfairCalligraphyGrandCompetition

#YeWanlanFuStyle

#YeWanlan:I’mDonePlayingWithYou

[Ah, the Calligraphy Association really made a joke today, just broadcasting a competition and a contestant quits on the spot.]

[Ye Wanlan defying the entire Calligraphy Association alone... not sure if it’s more brave or reckless.]

"I have a feeling... Although Ye Wanlan did nothing wrong, her actions are likely to get her blacklisted by the Calligraphy Circle."

"Young people just can’t keep their peace, can they? Keeping quiet brings calm seas, but it really isn’t something to lose your temper over, alas, you’ll understand when you’re older."

Outside the Calligraphy Association competition arena, the sun was shining brightly, its rays diluting the chill brought by the contest, and the air was filled with the cheerful chirping of birds.

"Principal, I’m sorry, I still couldn’t fulfill our agreement." Ye Wanlan was on the phone with the No.7 Middle School Principal, "I withdrew from this year’s grand calligraphy finale and didn’t win any awards."

"No—no no no! You did very well, extremely well." the No.7 Middle School Principal hurriedly said, "I’ve been watching the live stream, unfair matters must be raised, you absolutely shouldn’t let yourself be wronged."

Bearing it indeed brings momentary peace, but the more one endures, the more they are bullied in the end.

Shenzhou has always had a "rebellious spirit", not about being rebellious or committing mutiny, but about daring to resist and fight, never giving in.

And young people are always looking to rise up.

"Student Ye, I was worried that you might be upset, I was about to call and console you." the No.7 Middle School Principal chuckled, "But then I thought perhaps I was overthinking it, when have you ever been disheartened?"

Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "I’ll take that compliment, how’s the enrollment going this year?"

"Fantastic!" Upon mentioning this, the No.7 Middle School Principal’s expression brightened, "After the middle school exams, many students and parents have been inquiring, we’ll definitely reach our enrollment target this year."

Ye Wanlan spoke with the No.7 Middle School Principal for a few more moments before ending the call.

"Wanlan." Someone called her from behind.

Ye Wanlan turned around and nodded slightly towards Yan Tingfeng, "Tingting."

"You wrote wonderfully, I really liked it," Yan Tingfeng smiled, "Don’t take the Calligraphy Association’s judgment to heart."

"I’ve never cared for these titles and benefits," Ye Wanlan lifted her head, looking at the descending sunlight, and said softly, "But it makes me wonder, how many others have been treated unfairly like this."

Yan Tingfeng’s eyes were deep and profound.

"Miss Ye." Another voice laughed as it spoke, "Yun Yi is too shy to ask, I’ll ask for him, he thinks the piece you wrote is excellent and wants to buy it to hang in his study."

Rong Qi posed a question, "Brother Huo...do you even have a study?"

Huo Yunyi was expressionless: "..."

He didn’t now, but he could have the Huo Family build him one immediately.

Hearing this, Ye Wanlan raised her eyebrows, about to say something, when Yan Tingfeng’s slightly cold hand pressed her hand lightly, "Wanlan, I’d like it too, do I have the privilege?"

His beautiful phoenix eyes watched her, his long lashes fluttering like the thin wings of a butterfly, gently flapping.

Ye Wanlan paused for a full three seconds before stuffing the scroll into his chest, "No need to buy, if you want it, I’m giving it to you."

"Besides being a descendant of the Six Great Sects, why must you purchase this piece?" Xiang Shaoyu said wordlessly, "You’ve already taken two pieces, can’t you leave one for the brothers?"

"No." Yan Tingfeng methodically packed away the scroll.

Xiang Shaoyu: "..."

He’d never seen Yan Tingfeng act so imperiously!

The only one who knew the context, Rong Qi, shook his head gently.

How could Yan Tingfeng refuse? The scroll bore the words, "Master of Highest Heaven Tower, the best in the world."

"If My Lord Huo likes, once I get back, I can specifically write a piece related to the Divine Strategy Army," Ye Wanlan said with a light smile.

"Good." Huo Yunyi, looking less despondent, brightened up, "Then, thank you, Miss Yeh."

"What about me?" Xiang Shaoyu pointed to himself, "I’d like to ask Miss Ye for a piece related to Princess Yongning."

Ye Wanlan didn’t refuse: "It’s possible."

"Though I don’t care, and it won’t affect much, the matter with the Calligraphy Association can’t just be left unresolved," Yan Tingfeng said lightly, "Whoever deserved the award, there can’t be any bias."

Xiang Shaoyu also said coldly: "Of course."

**

Since Elder Fu had gone to the hospital in the morning, he hadn’t managed to see the competition.

He left the hospital and rushed over immediately.

"Elder Fu, congratulations on your granddaughter winning first place in the calligraphy competition again," the Vice President said as he stood respectfully.

Elder Fu nodded, "Where is her piece?"

"Here," the Vice President hurriedly presented Miss Fu Qiao’s writing, "Please have a look, Miss Fu Qiao’s power has increased quite a bit."

Elder Fu nodded: "I’m asking about Friend Ye’s work, where is it?"