The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 126: Ji Mulan’s desire for control, the handwriting of Bai Lian!_2

Translator: 549690339

When they arrived, the photography crew responsible for the shoot was already there, including Bai Lian, Zhang Shize, Ren Wanxuan, and Chen Zhu.

At that moment, they were shooting the segment where Ren Wanxuan was writing large characters.

What Xiangcheng is most famous for is its ancient capital as well as the inscriptions left on the city walls by Bai Xiangjun; both the Liang style calligraphy and the guzheng are extremely popular.

To attract investors, naturally, they had to showcase the elegance of Xiangcheng, and the recording staff was teaching Ren Wanxuan the best angles.

When Bai Lian and Zhang Shize entered, Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu were startled.

Neither party had expected the other to be there.

The staff members brightened up when they saw Bai Lian.

Today, Bai Lian was wearing a tea-white long dress that reached her ankles, with delicate orchids embroidered on the hem and sleeves, and a pale aqua waistband tied loosely at the waist, accentuating her slender figure.

Besides that elegant yet simple attire, she wore no other accessories.

The hem of her dress swayed gently with her steps, like a misty, ink-washed painting of Xiangcheng.

“Our school really does produce good-looking guys and girls,” a female worker whispered, looking at the planning book, and said to someone next to her, “The two who came later are even better looking, what are they here to shoot?”

“Nothing specific, just reading poems from the city tower, mainly because they look good, you know.”

“That’s it? Aren’t they just background props?” the female worker asked in surprise.

“The focus isn’t on them, the main thing is Master Qiu’s apprentice, let’s shoot the calligraphy first. As long as they are good-looking, they’re like living advertisements.”

“Bai Lian, Zhang Shize, you’re here, please wait a while, have a seat over there,” the principal, while watching Ren Wanxuan write, smiled and turned his head to Bai Lian and Zhang Shize, “Let’s finish shooting these students first.”

After speaking, he quickly turned back, fixating his eyes on Ren Wanxuan’s writing.

Bai Lian could study at any time and any place.

She nodded, found a spot, took out her phone, and began memorizing vocabulary in an unhurried manner.

Zhang Shize, a bit bored, leaned to the side, seeing Bai Lian memorizing words again, couldn’t help touching his nose and went to watch Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan’s shoot.

Ren Wanxuan was writing the Liang style over and over again.

At the school, Ren Wanxuan’s calligraphy was the stuff of legends.

Zhang Shize didn’t really understand much about calligraphy, only praising Ren Wanxuan’s work as “really cool” when occasionally seeing it on the bulletin board. Today was the first time he saw her writing large characters with a brush.

The characters were still bold and unrestrained.

An uninhibited expression of personality.

He glanced at it and thought it looked quite good.

But

Zhang Shize lazily returned to Bai Lian’s side with hands in his pockets and lowered his voice, “But I think your writing is nicer, her characters have an indescribable feel, not as comfortable to look at as yours.”

Zhang Shize wasn’t wrong with that comment.

Bai Lian’s clerical script had consistent, precise, and elegant characters, especially since she had trained her wrist strength well.

Even with the strict norms of the clerical script, she also managed to imbue it with her unique style.

Compared to Ren Wanxuan’s Liang style, which lacked maturity, Bai Lian’s clerical script was already refined to perfection.

Over the past month, Class 15 had been tormented by Bai Lian’s calligraphy.

Especially Zhang Shize.

Because after most teachers saw Bai Lian’s writing, they started to pick on other students’ work.

Bai Lian idly flicked through vocabulary words, and upon hearing him, she replied without looking up, “Is that your excuse for writing chicken scratch?”

Zhang Shize looked to the heavens, wondering why he even bothered speaking with Bai Lian.

He went to talk to the principal.

“Don’t you think Bai Lian writes well too?” Zhang Shize was popular at school because he was handsome, participated in many activities, and got along well with the principal and teachers, “Why not let Bai Lian give it a try as well?”

The principal was standing just a few steps away from Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu.

They both heard that sentence.

Ren Wanxuan’s lifted wrist halted.

Bai Lian knows how to write large characters?

A trace of inquiry crossed her face.

The principal, hearing someone praising Bai Lian’s calligraphy for the first time, looked at Zhang Shize with surprise, “Really? Why hasn’t anyone mentioned this?”

Chen Zhu looked up at Zhang Shize; he had seen Bai Lian’s characters, “Bai Lian writes clerical script.”

Clerical script?

Ren Wanxuan’s thoughtful expression disappeared, and the corners of her mouth twitched upwards, Bai Lian practiced clerical script, which was actually looked down upon in the calligraphy world.

Zhang Shize was still trying to sell Bai Lian’s clerical script to the principal; he glanced at Ren Wanxuan’s characters, “Bai Lian writes much better than the student from Class 8, principal, you can’t be biased.”

After Ren Wanxuan finished a character, the photographer collected her work and laid down a new sheet of paper for her to write on.

She remembered Bai Lian even saying that the Bai Family’s Liang style was mediocre at best.

Birds of a feather flock together, after all.

She didn’t want to talk much with Zhang Shize.

After all, he had never studied calligraphy, and explaining it to him would be like playing the lute to a cow.

But he was trying to raise Bai Lian up by belittling her calligraphy.

She glanced at Bai Lian and then said, “Zhang Shize, do you know that the clerical script is actually sneered at in the world of calligraphy? Because it lacks artistry, it doesn’t even qualify to be called calligraphy. You compare your clerical script with my Liang style? You might just make others laugh their heads off.”

Zhang Shize already had a bone to pick with Ren Wanxuan.

Last time, if it hadn’t been for Bai Lian’s guzheng skills, Wanxuan would have made a fool of herself.

He was deliberately targeting Ren Wanxuan today and, upon hearing this, sarcastically said to her, “Then the calligraphers need to wash their eyes, your writing is not even close to our Lian’s clerical script.”

He glanced at the large character placed to the side, puts his hands in his pockets, and mouthed to Ren Wanxuan, “Trash, far inferior.”

“You…” Ren Wanxuan, too angry to keep her hands steady, but still maintaining her etiquette, couldn’t bring herself to say something like what Zhang Shize had said, “Principal, since he thinks my Liang style is not good, then find someone who writes well to do it!”

Always prone to impulsive behavior, she abruptly put down the brush with a smack, as if intending to leave, and walked out of the classroom, leaving everyone behind.