Chapter 545
Ye Wanlan: Do I need it? [1 more]
Chapter 545 Ye Wanlan: Do I need it? [1 more]
She spoke lightly, with a slight smile, so calmly as if she was saying that she was going to a teahouse for tea.
But this simple sentence contains a powerful force.
The judges, who had never expected Ye Wanlan to say this so bluntly, were all shocked.
Their faces were full of disbelief and they stared at Ye Wanlan with wide eyes.
"..."
The entire scene was silent for a moment, and even the barrage in the live broadcast room was empty at this moment.
The first to react were the backstage staff, who immediately cut off the live broadcast.
The live broadcast room turned into a black screen, but the words that Ye Wanlan had said earlier had already been heard by the audience.
[Did I hear it wrong? Withdrawing from the competition right at the awards ceremony? ? ! ]
[Are you crazy, Ye Wanlan? Who does she think she is? Is she really so sure that she can write better than Fu Qiao? ]
[I've already told you that people who can only recognize the font as Futi should not comment! ]
[One word, cool! Two words, so handsome! Three words, Sister Ye is strong! ]
[The calligraphy association is definitely partial and corrupt. Anyone who has a deep understanding of and has studied Futi will be able to tell who writes better.]
[It’s disheartening… I always thought the calligraphy association was fair and just.]
The chairman, who had been watching the competition in the box, never expected that something would go wrong at the last minute. He became anxious: "Ms. Ye's writing was obviously better, why didn't she get the first place? Go and see what happened!"
The secretary responded, went out for less than two minutes, and then hurried back.
"Chairman, it's the president's idea." The secretary was a little embarrassed, "Miss Fu Qiao is Mr. Fu's granddaughter, so they..."
"What?!" The chairman was a little unbelievable, "Just because of this?"
The secretary lowered his head and said nothing more, just nodded silently.
"The president is so confused!" The chairman was very disappointed. "Calligraphy represents the traditional culture of China. How can you give the award to someone just because of something like this? This will undermine the credibility of the calligraphy association!"
The secretary has been with the chairman for many years and naturally knows this clearly.
"Isn't it because the calligraphy association has been established for a long time that the president has become so autocratic and arbitrary?" The secretary hesitated and whispered, "But even if the first prize is awarded to Miss Fu Qiao this time, after a while, the matter will be over. I'm sure the president thinks so too."
The chairman fell silent, but repeated, "He is really old and confused!"
It's not just the calligraphy circle. Even in other long-standing circles, the top resources and honors are only occupied by a small number of people, and then passed down from generation to generation.
Indeed, similar incidents have become commonplace. At most, they would cause some resistance at the time, but everything would be calm again after that.
Today's award ceremony was not just a decision made by the president of the Calligraphy Association, but by a small group of people in the calligraphy circle.
But Ye Wanlan is such a genius, is the calligraphy world really going to suffer such a loss?
Are we going to ignore the long-term inheritance of calligraphy by only caring about the immediate interests?
At the competition site, the live broadcast was completely terminated and the photographers also withdrew.
"Miss Ye, you should know that by doing this, you are openly opposing the calligraphy community." A judge kindly advised in a low voice, "It will be difficult for you to make a name for yourself in the calligraphy community in the future. No teacher will even accept you."
Ye Wanlan remained calm and composed, and she even deepened her smile: "Do I need it?"
It wasn't a sarcastic tone, but it made all the judges feel embarrassed.
Since Ye Wanlan did not use her full strength in the first round, who can prove that she used her full strength in the final showdown?
“Ye Wanlan, why are you so arrogant?” Fu Qiao was shocked and angry. “The many elders of the Calligraphy Association came up with the result, but they didn’t choose you. And you did this? You are so disrespectful to your opponent. I think you don’t want to be in the calligraphy world anymore!”
"Opponent?" Ye Wanlan didn't even look at her, and turned away. "You, you're not qualified."
To be an opponent, you must have a certain level of strength.
The girl left with the scroll in her arms, leaving behind an angry Fu Qiao and the embarrassed judges.
Because it was a live broadcast, what happened at the Youth Calligraphy Finals quickly swept across major social media platforms.
#Calligraphy finals, unfair#
#Night Wanlan, support body#
#Ye Wanlan: I won’t play with you anymore#
[Alas, today's calligraphy association made a joke. They finally started a live broadcast of a competition, but ended up being slapped in the face by the contestants and forced to withdraw from the competition.]
[Ye Wanlan fought against the entire calligraphy association alone. Hmm... I don't know whether to say she was too brave or reckless.]
[I have a feeling... Ye Wanlan's behavior is not wrong, but she will probably be banned by the calligraphy community for doing this.]
[Young people are still impatient. You should be patient for a while and keep calm. You really shouldn’t lose your temper over things like this. Alas, you will understand when you get older.]
Outside the calligraphy association competition venue, the sun was shining brightly, diluting the cold air brought by the competition, and the cheerful sound of birds chirping filled my ears. "Principal, I'm sorry, I still couldn't fulfill my promise to you." Ye Wanlan was talking on the phone with the principal of No. 7 Middle School, "I withdrew from this year's calligraphy finals and didn't get the award."
“No—no no no! You did very well, very well.” The principal of No. 7 Middle School said hurriedly, “I have been watching the live broadcast. If something is unfair, you must point it out. You must never let yourself be wronged.”
Being patient for a while can indeed bring peace and tranquility, but the more you tolerate, the more you will be bullied.
China has had a "rebellious spirit" since ancient times. It is not treason or rebellion, but the daring to resist and fight and never admit defeat.
And young people always have to move forward.
"Student Ye, I was worried that you were feeling bad, so I was just about to call and comfort you." The principal of No. 7 Middle School said with a smile, "But then I realized that I was overthinking it. When have you ever been so upset?"
Ye Wanlan smiled slightly: "I accept your compliment, I wonder how the enrollment is going this year?"
"That's great!" The principal of No. 7 Middle School brightened up when he mentioned this. "After the high school entrance exam, many students and parents came to ask us about it. We will definitely be able to reach our enrollment quota this year."
Ye Wanlan chatted with the principal of No. 7 Middle School for a few more words before ending the call.
"Xiao Wan." Someone called her from behind.
Ye Wanlan turned around and nodded slightly to Yan Tingfeng: "Listen."
"It's very well written. I like it very much." Yan Tingfeng smiled. "Don't take the calligraphy association's evaluation to heart."
"I have never cared about fame, wealth and status." Ye Wanlan looked up at the setting sun and said calmly, "It's just that when I encounter something like this, I will think about how many people have been treated unfairly in this way."
Yan Tingfeng's eyes were deep and mysterious.
"Miss Ye." Another voice said with a smile, "Yun Yi is reluctant to ask, so I am here to ask for your newly written calligraphy. We all think it is very good. Yun Yi wants to buy it and hang it in his study."
Rong Qi asked a question: "Brother Huo...does he have a study room?"
Huo Yunyi had no expression on his face: "..."
There is none now, but he can ask the Huo family to build one for him immediately when he returns.
Hearing this, Ye Wanlan raised her eyebrows and was about to say something, but her hand was held down by Yan Tingfeng's slightly cold hand: "Xiao Wan, I want it too, do I have priority?"
He looked at her with his beautiful phoenix eyes, and his long eyelashes blinked, fluttering gently like the wings of a butterfly.
Ye Wanlan paused for three full seconds, then stuffed the scroll in his hand into his arms: "No need to buy it. If you want it, then I'll give it to you."
"You are not a descendant of the six major sects, why do you have to buy this pair of calligraphy?" Xiang Shaoyu was speechless, "You have already bought two pairs, can't you leave one pair for your brothers?"
"No." Yan Tingfeng slowly put away the scroll.
Xiang Shaoyu: "..."
He had never seen anyone as domineering as Yan Tingfeng!
Rong Qi, the only one who knew the inside story, shook his head slightly.
There are eight words written on this calligraphy: "The Master of Shenxiao Tower, the best in the world". How could Yan Tingfeng possibly refuse?
"If Mr. Huo likes it, I can write a special calligraphy related to the Shen Ce Army after I go back." Ye Wanlan smiled faintly.
"Okay." Huo Yunyi, who had been depressed, brightened up. "Thank you very much, Miss Ye."
"What about me?" Xiang Shaoyu pointed at himself, "I want to ask Miss Ye for a pair of calligraphy related to Princess Yongning."
Ye Wanlan did not refuse: "Okay."
"Although I don't care and it won't affect anything, we can't just let this matter of the Calligraphy Association go." Yan Tingfeng said calmly, "There can't be any partiality in who should get the award."
Xiang Shaoyu also said coldly: "Of course."
**
Because he went to the hospital in the morning, Mr. Fu was unable to watch the game.
As soon as he left the hospital, he hurried over.
"Mr. Fu, congratulations on your granddaughter winning first place in this calligraphy competition and retaining the title." The vice president stood up and said respectfully when he saw him.
Mr. Fu nodded and said, "Where is the work?"
"Here." The vice president hurriedly took out Fu Qiao's calligraphy and said, "Please take a look. Miss Fu Qiao's skills have improved a lot."
Mr. Fu nodded: "I'm asking about Mr. Ye's work, where is it?"