Chapter 161 - Chapter 161: 061 Arrives in Jiangjing, Who Will Be the Dark Horse! (Second Update)_3

Chapter 161: 061 Arrives in Jiangjing, Who Will Be the Dark Horse! (Second Update)_3

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“Okay, I’ll go ask at the hotel,” Vice President Qian casually replied.

Bai Lian just needed to be safe; whether she had arrived or not didn’t make much of a difference to him.

After getting to the hotel, he arranged the accommodation for the competitors and then confirmed Bai Lian’s whereabouts with the hotel staff.

He learned that Bai Lian had arrived in the afternoon.

Vice President Qian was somewhat surprised. Bai Lian had only set out in the morning; it took some time to get from Xiangcheng to Beicheng, and from Beicheng, it was a five-hour flight to Jiangjing. How had she arrived so quickly?

Could it be that she set off yesterday?

However, Vice President Qian didn’t spend much time thinking about Bai Lian. After sending a message to Qiu Xuezheng, he went back to rest.

There was a tough battle ahead tomorrow.

The next day.

Eight in the morning.

Vice President Qian sent a group message, asking all the contestants to meet downstairs.

The hotel was close to the Traditional Calligraphers Association, and most competitors chose to stay there.

When Bai Lian came downstairs, there was already a large gathering of people. She sent a message to Jiang Fulai and then looked up, searching through the crowd, eventually spotting Vice President Qian to the right of the hotel’s entrance.

She wore a white blouse that day, paired with a horsehair skirt embroidered with golden patterns.

Elegant yet bold.

Her complexion was pale, her figure slender and tall; her jet-black hair casually swept up. Lowering her head slightly, as she passed by, most of the people gradually fell silent, quietly watching her.

Bai Lian went over to Vice President Qian to check in.

Vice President Qian, with a stern look, made no small talk. He checked off her name and cautioned, “Don’t wander off during the event, wait for me at the door when you’re done.”

“Alright,” Bai Lian nodded slightly.

She seemed quite obedient.

Vice President Qian’s face softened a bit.

“Don’t think Vice President Qian treats everyone like this,” a boy in a black hoodie whispered to Bai Lian. “He’s much nicer to Jian Rong.”

Bai Lian glanced at him.

The boy scratched his head, his face turning a bit red, “You’re the only girl here this time, right? I heard about you yesterday.”

While he was speaking,

someone suddenly exclaimed from within a group from Beicheng, “Jian Rong is here!”

“Finally, we get to see him.”

“That’s him!”

Not far away, Vice President Qian also looked over, his stern face immediately softening, “Jian Rong, come here.”

His voice could be described as gentle.

Bai Lian also looked over to see two tall guys walking side by side not far away.

One was Qiu Boqing. Naturally, he noticed Bai Lian standing to one side, frowned slightly, but didn’t speak to her.

The other was the much-discussed Jian Rong.

Jian Rong was dressed in a black windbreaker and casual trousers. He greeted the vice president as he approached, “Vice president.”

“Hmm, the contest starts at ten. Don’t be nervous,” Vice President Qian said kindly to Jian Rong. “As long as you don’t make any mistakes, you have a great chance of winning second prize. Understand?”

Jian Rong was their biggest trump card from Beicheng this time!

This year’s Lan Ting Prize had age restrictions, with significant distinctions between the first, second, and third prizes.

All four major cities were desperately competing for the second prize.

There were many contenders for the third prize, but its value was several notches below that of the second prize.

The vice president and the whole Beicheng Writers’ Association had high expectations for Jian Rong to win the second prize.

As for the first prize…

All five top prizes in previous competitions came from the Traditional Calligraphers Association, not to mention that this year several masters’ students were allowed by their teachers to compete. The vice president and his associates had never considered the possibility of anyone snatching the first prize from this group of exceptional talents.

“I’ll do my best,” Jian Rong said earnestly.

“Of course, the others should also do their best,” Vice President Qian looked up again, his expression much colder. He glanced over the twenty-odd people in attendance and gave a brief encouragement, “Qiu Boqing and Xun Hao might win third prize, as for the rest of you, just strive to be nominated, and I won’t expect too much from you!”

The group of more than twenty people set off towards the neighboring Traditional Calligraphers Association.

Most of them crowded around Jian Rong, chatting and adding him on WeChat, while Bai Lian and the boy from earlier fell behind, unnoticed.

“Ah, Jian Rong might actually win second prize? Then he’s sure to get into the Calligraphy Association this time. I just hope to get nominated,” the boy beside Bai Lian lowered his voice, muttering to her, “What about you? Are you confident about securing a nomination?”