True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

After a long time, her fingers gradually loosened.

The quality of the reel is good enough that no nail prints are left.

Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips and glanced at the office.

It was a relief to find that other people were still busy sorting out the entries and didn't notice her.

She was a little out of her mind just now.

Putting the scroll back on, Zhong Zhiwan's expression was indifferent.

If it was written by Ying Zijin, she would not believe a hundred people.

She had already seen Ying Zijin's information from Mr. Zhong, and the information was detailed every year.

Qingshui County has a backward economy and is a poor village. Not to mention learning calligraphy, whether or not to eat enough is a problem.

And the words on this scroll are absolutely impossible to write without decades of skills.

Obviously from the calligraphy masters.

Even her calligraphy teacher may not be able to write such characters.

Can Ying Zijin write?

Zhong Zhiwan frowned.

She didn't expect that Ying Zijin wanted to cheat to win the award of the art festival.

Seeing money, he is really poor and crazy.

Zhong Zhiwan had never participated in the previous art festival. She turned her head and asked in a low voice, "Have any students cheated before?"

Hearing this, the ministers stopped and were a little surprised: "Cheating?"

"For example—" Zhong Zhiwan paused, "let someone else write and draw for him, and then write his name and hand it over."

"This..." The Minister of Literature and Art thought for a while, "It seems to have happened. I heard from the seniors and sisters, it should be a few years ago, a student did this and brought the words of a famous calligrapher to the competition."

"But at his age, he obviously can't write it. What's even more funny is that the famous calligrapher was there that day, and he exposed it directly."

"Because the impact was too serious, the shame was thrown online, and the student was expelled."

Zhong Zhiwan nodded: "I understand."

"So since then, no one dared to cheat at all." The Minister of Literature and Art asked, "Zhi Wan, did you find out about cheating?"

"No." Zhong Zhiwan smiled, "I'm not sure yet, I can't slander it casually."

"Oh." The Minister of Literature and Art didn't say much, and lowered his head to record on the roster, "Anyway, whoever dares to do this will definitely be finished."

He does not mean that.

Zhong Zhiwan thought for a while, but took out the scroll and left the office.

**

After leaving the activity center, Zhong Zhiwan walked to the elite class.

On the way, I met a classmate of Class 19 who had just finished physical education.

There were still dozens of meters in the distance, and Zhong Zhiwan saw those classmates surrounding the girl, looking very excited.

Even when Jiang Ran and Xiu Yu were standing beside her, they automatically restrained the sharpness of the whole body.

This is something that will never happen.

It's not that Zhong Zhiwan didn't notice that since Ying Zijin left the elite class, many things have changed.

And Mr. Zhong's attitude towards her.

Zhong Zhiwan glanced at the girl, tightened his hands, blocked the scroll with his schoolbag, buried his head, and hurried away.

For fear of being seen.

"Then why is Zhong Zhiwan cat running around on his waist?" Xiu Yu glanced at it and said, "You can't be a thief, can you?"

Ying Zijin was eating a lollipop, but didn't look at the words, but said lightly, "Maybe."

"Speaking of which, Father Ying, I always think of you—" Xiu Yu touched his chin, "You are sometimes like a magic stick."

Ying Zijin tilted her head, her phoenix eyes slightly raised: "God stick?"

"It just feels like you can predict the prophet." Xiu Yu couldn't say anything, vaguely, "Anyway, it gives people a very mysterious feeling."

"Well." Ying Zijin nodded, "Then I can give you a free calculation."

"Fortune-telling?" Xiu Yu was taken aback, "Father Ying, don't tell me, you are still a fortune teller."

After eating the lollipop, Ying Zijin said, "No."

Diviners usually use foreign objects, or supernatural science, to find out what they want to know.

Unlike prophecy, the divination results given by fortune-tellers are ambiguous.

Playing tarot cards is the same.

She is not divination, she is seeing directly.

It's just that whether it is observing the future or the past, she will consume too much, because these involve cause and effect.

Therefore, before she fully recovers, generally she will not use the ability of divine calculation.

Except for the things she could tell at a glance.

Such as an ordinary person's name, age, and what to do.

"I'll say it." Xiu Yu just thought she was playing and didn't care much, "But Father Ying, if you are interested in divination, you can go to the imperial capital in the future."

"There is a family of magic sticks in the imperial capital. They set up stalls every day to make fortunes, but they are actually cheating money."

"What magic stick, what do you know?" Jiang Ran sneered when he heard this, "They can really count."

"What a piece of shit." Xiu Yu was furious, "I was deceived before, and they dragged me to draw some signatures while walking, and they forced me to pay for the cancellation fee, taking away my pocket money for a month. "

She was so angry that she smashed the fortune-telling booth.

Ying Zijin's hand paused, thoughtful.

This behavior...

Um.

She yawned, went back to class, and started a new round of sleep.

**

The festival is scheduled for April 6, for a total of three days.

Except for the third year of high school and the third year of junior high school, other grades will have holidays.

Since the Ying Feifei incident, Mr. Zhong has been very concerned about Qingzhi's every move, and this time was no exception.

Two days before the festival, on Saturday, he called Ying Zijin.

"Zijin, aren't you participating in the art festival? How's it going? Do you need your grandfather's help?"

He knew that the child could not learn these things before, but now it was too late to ask for a teacher.

But he is a rough man himself, and he will play chess.

"That's good, that's good, grandpa will visit you when the time comes." Old Man Zhong responded with a smile, "Don't be under pressure, whatever you write about is the best."

Zhong Zhiwan was on the side, and the more she listened, the more her heart became more and more blocked. She also had concerns in her heart and got up: "Grandpa, I'll go out."

If it was in the past, if Zhong Zhiwan was going to go out, Mr. Zhong would definitely tell him for a long time.

But this time he didn't say anything, just waved his hand.

Zhong Zhiwan took a deep breath and left Zhong's house.

She took a taxi, went straight to the east of Shanghai City, and came to a villa.

In the yard, a person was weeding. After seeing her, he was a little surprised: "Knowing late, why are you here?"

"I'll see Senior Brother Lin." Zhong Zhiwan stepped forward, "I still want to ask Senior Brother Lin for advice."

This is her senior brother Lin Xi, who studied with her under a calligraphy master.

Lin Xi wiped his hands and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhong Zhiwan took out the scroll, opened it, and spread it out in front of the table.

"Senior Brother Lin, what do you think of this character?"

Lin Xi leaned over and looked at it, first silent for a while, then shocked: "Zhi Wan, is this what you wrote?"

I have to say something!

The surname of the female protagonist is Ying Zheng's Ying, the dead mouth Yuenufan.

The Emperor Ying is a woman, so the middle is the female character, easy to remember~

In the middle of winning or losing is the word shell, which is related to money.