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The staff members fiddling with the equipment were also extremely surprised, as they exchanged bewildered glances.
Ren Wanxuan had already left a group of people behind and exited the classroom.
As the sole descendant of the Ren Family, she was extremely willful in front of Ren Qian, throwing a tantrum at the slightest dissatisfaction, so naturally, she would not restrain herself here either.
“Ren student?” The principal hadn’t expected that in the blink of an eye, Ren Wanxuan would have left.
He called out twice, but far from stopping Ren Wanxuan,
she instead walked away even faster.
“Principal, what should we do now?” The photographer awkwardly closed the front cover of the machine, looking towards the principal.
Chen Zhu stood up from his seat, glancing at Zhang Shize, he said coldly, “You don’t understand, you could just keep quiet.”
Then he nodded to the principal, “I’ll go check on her.”
After Chen Zhu left, the principal didn’t know how to look at Zhang Shize, “With that mouth of yours, can’t you just not provoke her?”
“So speaking the truth is not allowed?” Zhang Shize touched his nose.
The conflict between Class Eight and the regular classes wasn’t new.
Because of the Longsword incident, he hadn’t even played basketball with the class leader of Class Eight lately.
“Alright, I’ll handle this. You two, coordinate with the photographer,” the principal finally looked at Zhang Shize with a mix of headache and helplessness, “Don’t worry, I’ll go talk to her.”
The principal was also aware of the discord between Class Eight and the regular classes.
He had assigned Teacher Li to lead Class Eight, hoping it would resolve the conflict between Class Eight and the other classes—with limited success.
This time, Xiangcheng’s cultural tourism promotion was very important; they couldn’t afford to miss anyone, especially not Ren Wanxuan.
In an instant, three people had left, and Zhang Shize looked at Bai Lian.
“Fellow students,” the photographer quickly spoke up, breaking the awkward silence, “Let’s go downstairs and take some pictures of the school’s millennium stone stele.”
On this side.
The Ren Family’s car was parked by the school gate. Ignoring the words of Chen Zhu and the principal, Ren Wanxuan got straight into the car, “To the teacher’s house.”
Ren Wanxuan’s teacher was Teacher Qiu, which the driver also knew.
Teacher Qiu lived near the Xiangcheng Building, a bit remote, but in a standalone building.
When she arrived, Teacher Qiu was meeting with officials from the Cultural Tourism Bureau.
“This is Wanxuan. As you know, she’s a student I took on in my later years,” Teacher Qiu, who looked to be in his sixties with hair already graying, said with a smile to the people from the Cultural Tourism Bureau, “She’s very talented.”
The head of the Cultural Tourism Bureau who had just been transferred here, was unclear about the Ren Family members.
He’d also never heard of Ren Wanxuan, and her name didn’t come up in any major calligraphy competitions, so he offered polite but hollow praise.
Eventually, the conversation shifted back to Teacher Qiu’s grandson, “True heroes emerge in their youth indeed, Boqing is also the same, earning a nomination for the Orchid Pavilion Award at such a young age. Is he aiming for the Orchid Pavilion Award again this year?”
The Orchid Pavilion Award was held every three years, and Qiu Boqing had received a nomination six years ago.
It was a sensation in the calligraphy world at the time.
Many were speculating whether Qiu Boqing would participate this year.
“It’s up to him,” Teacher Qiu smiled, a clear sense of pride evident on his face.
Ren Wanxuan watched as the topic was diverted to Qiu Boqing after just a sentence or two.
She stood by her teacher’s side, her head lowered, while the smile at the corner of her mouth twisted for a moment.
Once everyone had left, Teacher Qiu finally turned to Ren Wanxuan, setting down his teacup. His demeanor was calm, but his eyes were incredibly sharp, “I heard from your grandfather that you’ve made progress in calligraphy recently. Come, write a couple of characters for me to see.”
The two headed to the study, and Ren Wanxuan picked up a wolf-hair brush.
She seriously dipped her brush and wrote the character “永” (eternal).
The brushwork was meticulous, and it was clear she really had some skill, especially as a female, naturally endowed with less wrist strength.
In the realm of calligraphy, she indeed possessed a genius talent.
“Teacher, may I participate in this year’s Orchid Pavilion Award?” Ren Wanxuan put down the brush, inquiring.
Teacher Qiu scrutinized the character “永” she had written.
He shook his head, “You’re still too young. When your senior brother was your age, his brushwork was much steadier than yours. Wait a little longer.”
“Alright,” Ren Wanxuan nodded her head, appearing quite obedient.
She could be willful with Ren Qian and at school,
but she wouldn’t dare before Teacher Qiu. However, in the corners unseen by the teacher, her eyes held a trace of brooding darkness.
Always the senior brother, always him…
“Weren’t you at school today?” Teacher Qiu reached for a copybook, smiling as he began making small talk.
Ren Wanxuan curled her lip, sharing half of the story.
“What style is that girl studying?” Teacher Qiu was surprised. The world of calligraphy already had few females, and Ren Wanxuan was one of the rare talented ones he had seen.
He didn’t expect there to be another one at Xiangcheng No. 1 High School.
“Guange style,” Ren Wanxuan responded.
Guange style? Upon hearing this, Teacher Qiu didn’t inquire further.