Reject The System A Thousand Times And Start A Perfect Life

The morning passed quickly.

The campus calligraphy contest has spread throughout the school.

This generous reward has aroused heated discussions among teachers and students in the school.

The calligraphy competition is held in all grades, and all teachers and students in the school can observe it.

For the contestants, this is an excellent opportunity to brush their faces. Some people will praise their well-written words, and others will scold them if they are badly written.

On the post bar, there are many posts about the campus calligraphy competition.

"On Who Can Win the First Place in the Calligraphy Competition?" "

"Analysis of Contestants"

"Is the afternoon a half-day holiday?" "

In the post, students from senior one to senior three were discussing lively.

"I vote for Yang Dong in this calligraphy competition! He was the gold medal winner in the last calligraphy competition, and his handwriting is enviable."

"By the way, the rewards of the calligraphy competition last time were not so generous. The first place will get a schoolbag. I will also vote for Yangdong."

"If I had known earlier, I should have signed up for a class to practice, maybe I could have won the first place."

"Come on, it's impossible to win an award without ten or eight years of effort."

"What are you all bragging about? Where do you put our Goddess Shen?"

"Upstairs, who is Goddess Shen?"

"Shen Mushi, class one, sophomore year, she didn't take part in the competition last time, otherwise what's wrong with Yangdong?"

"Just blow it up. Have you ever seen Yang Dong's calligraphy? It's still hanging in the display window of the school library."

"That's the calligraphy of our Goddess Shen, you haven't seen it before, isn't it at the same level?"

"The evil pen upstairs, the appraisal is complete!"

...

Although Yang Dong is not good looking, his calligraphy is amazing!

This is recognized by all teachers and students in the school.

So if someone blows a Shen Mushi that most people don't know, it will naturally be sprayed.

In the end, this person left a sentence: "You guys are waiting to be slapped in the face this afternoon!"

just disappeared.

The calligraphy competition in the afternoon was under much anticipation and finally started.

The location is on the playground.

At this time, hundreds of tables were placed in the large playground, and there were nearly 1,500 students in the school, and there were 108 contestants in total.

Therefore, the majority of students laughed and called him the 108 heroes of No. 2 Middle School.

It was the principal himself who presided over the competition.

The principal's name is Wu Zhixing. He is a middle-aged man in his 40s. He has a refined temperament and looks like a scholarly family.

The four referees this time are said to be teachers invited from the calligraphy association in the city.

Among them was a vice president of the Municipal Calligraphy Association named Qin Chuan.

"First of all, I would like to thank the teachers and students of our school for their support for this calligraphy competition. This competition is led by the Municipal Calligraphy Association. It is aimed at calligraphy competitions for primary and secondary schools throughout the city. The first place can represent the school to participate in the municipal calligraphy competition! Please participate The students should work hard, strive to be the best, and show the style of my No. 2 Middle School!"

Wu Zhixing gave an impassioned speech on the stage.

There was applause from the audience.

In the referee's seat.

Several referees drank tea and chatted leisurely.

"I wonder if there will be a few good seedlings in this calligraphy competition?"

"I don't have any expectations. I forgot about the competition in No. 1 Middle School two days ago? Then the No. 1 writing is not satisfactory."

"It's not bad among high school students. After all, high school students, how can writing be so good?"

at this time.

The little old man sitting in the middle snorted, "Stupid!"

The expressions of the other three referees changed, and they hurriedly asked.

"What does Mr. Qin mean by this? It seems that there is something we don't know?"

"Old Qin, don't be a fool. If you know of any good seedlings, just say so."

"That's it!"

Qin Chuan took a sip of tea, stroked his mustache, and smiled: "Madam Shen is in No. 2 Middle School."

"Hiss~"

The rest of the referees suddenly gasped.

"President Shen's granddaughter is also there? She must be the champion."

"Shen Mushi is really powerful, her level has far surpassed that of high school students."

"It's no wonder you want to come along this time, Old Qin. I'll just talk about how a small No. 2 Middle School makes you so interested."

Immediately, they also looked forward to this game.

That's Shen Mushi!

Chairman Shen's granddaughter.

His comprehension in calligraphy can be described as a genius!

108 wooden tables are already full of contestants.

Each table is four or five meters apart, which is also due to the large venue.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and the temperature has dropped sharply. Although the sun is still shining, the temperature has reached 25 degrees.

It's more appropriate to describe it as refreshing autumn.

Outside the competition area, the long rope was simply pulled, and the teacher guarded it.

The rest of the teachers and students stood outside the area and watched.

"Damn it, look at that girl in the first row! The white dress wins the snow, she's so pretty!"

"Let me see! Wow, there are beauties of this level in our school? I didn't know it before."

"You're ignorant. That's Shen Mushi, the goddess recognized by the entire second year of high school. I heard that the brush calligraphy is very good."

"I don't care if her calligraphy is good or not, this beauty makes me a fan!"

Most of the eyes outside the court were focused on the first table in the first row.

Standing there was a girl in a white Hanfu, with a strong bookish atmosphere, and her exquisite facial features could be called perfect. She looked like a person walking out of an ancient painting when she stood there.

The contestants standing around her were all fascinated and absent-minded.

It's just that in addition to the bookish air, Shen Mushi also has an aloofness that rejects people from thousands of miles away, so no one dares to speak up.

This aura is too strong!

The 108 tables are divided into 12 rows with nine tables in each row.

And Wang Yue is in the middle of the eighth row.

On his left and right are Yang Dong and Wan Mengdie, and Zhang Tao is behind him.

"Wang Yue, are you nervous? I'm a little nervous. When I get nervous, I want to pee."

Zhang Tao was behind, with a look of embarrassment.

He is already a little guilty now. If he knew that the battle was so big at the time, he would not have signed up.

If this is not well written, it will be Losing face in front of the teachers and students of the whole school!

At this moment, Zhang Tao saw several staff members carrying cameras coming over. He quickly adjusted his expression and pretended to be indifferent.

Soon, a huge screen was also erected on the playground. The screen was the competition area, and the expressions and status of the contestants could be seen.

After all, there are too many teachers and students in the whole school, and it is impossible to all gather around the edge of the competition area to watch.

The students in Class 1 of Senior Three were brought together by Zuo Yue.

After seeing the screen, everyone suddenly laughed out loud.

Because Zhang Tao happened to be photographed at this time.

It can be clearly seen that Zhang Tao is very nervous at this time, his whole body is tense, but he still tries to pretend to be calm, but the corners of his eyes and mouth that twitch from time to time betray him.

"Hahaha, what is Zhang Tao doing? Why are you participating in such a nervous competition?"

"That is to say, this kid is such a Losing face, I heard other classes asking which class he is from."

"In comparison, Yangdong looks very calm when you look at it."

"Wow, Yang Dong really looks so calm."

"Not only that, I think Wang Yue is also very calm, not panicking at all."

"Wan Mengdie is still a little nervous, I hope they all work hard."

Qiao Zixuan clenched her fists, feeling that she was sweating a little. She stared at the flashing picture of Wang Yue on the screen, thinking that she must work hard!

Under the big screen, the contestants are like facing a magic mirror.

Who is nervous, who is calm, and who is confident, all are clearly revealed.

So far, Shen Moshi in the first row has attracted the most fans.

The other contestants were all overshadowed by her.

No matter from the dress to the appearance, people can't fault it.

Many people have nicknamed the Immortal in the Painting.

Secondly, Wang Yue also attracted many little fans.

The main reason is that his looks are too high.

Although the picture was fleeting, many people still began to inquire about Wang Yue's name.

Yang Yue was also in the crowd.

Her eyes lit up, since adding Wang Yue, the two haven't chatted yet.

Seeing him again in the campus calligraphy competition today, Yang Yue's small thoughts jumped out again.

"No matter what you say, you have to fall in love with this guy!"

With the debugging of the live broadcast equipment, including the temporary commentator.

Wu Zhixing, who was standing on the podium, yelled out the words that made everyone's blood boil: "I declare, the competition begins!"