The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88: How do you think about this calligraphy?

For quite a while, her fingers gradually loosened.

The scroll was of good quality and bore no nail marks.

Zhong Zhiwan pursed her lips and glanced at the office.

Noticing that the others were still busy arranging the contest entries and had not paid attention to her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She had been somewhat out of character just now.

Having replaced the scroll, Zhong Zhiwan’s expression turned cold.

She would never believe for a second that Ying Zijin was the author.

She had already seen Ying Zijin’s comprehensive profile at Old Master Zhong’s, detailed up to every year.

Qingshui County was economically backward, a poor village, where not only learning calligraphy was out of question but even having enough food was an issue.

And the calligraphy on this scroll could not be produced without decades of practice.

It was clearly the work of a master calligrapher.

Even her calligraphy teacher might not be able to produce such handwriting.

Could Ying Zijin possibly write this?

Zhong Zhiwan frowned.

She hadn’t expected Ying Zijin to actually contemplate cheating to win an award at the Arts Festival.

Driven by a lust for money, she really must be driven mad by poverty.

Zhong Zhiwan had never participated in the Arts Festival before, she turned and asked in a faint voice, “Has there ever been a student who cheated in the past?”

Hearing this, the ministers all stopped their work, somewhat surprised, “Cheated?”

“For example—” Zhong Zhiwan paused, “having someone else do the writing or painting, and then submitting it under their own name.”

“That…” the Minister of Literature and Art thought for a moment, “seems to have happened, from what I’ve heard from seniors, it should have been several years ago, when a student did that, submitting a master calligrapher’s work for the competition.”

“But given his age, he clearly couldn’t have written it, and what’s funnier is that the calligrapher was present that day and directly exposed it.”

“Due to the serious impact, the incident became an embarrassment broadcasted online, and the student was expelled.”

Zhong Zhiwan nodded, “I see.”

“So since then, no one has dared to cheat,” asked the Minister of Literature and Art, “Zhiwan, did you find someone cheating?”

“Not exactly,” Zhong Zhiwan smiled, “It’s not certain yet, can’t accuse arbitrarily.”

“Oh,” the Minister of Literature and Art didn’t say much more, lowering his head to record on the roster, “Anyway, whoever dares to do this is definitely doomed.”

Those with no intention to speak can provoke a reaction in those who listen.

Zhong Zhiwan thought for a moment, still took out the scroll, and left the office.

**

After leaving the activity center, Zhong Zhiwan headed towards the Elite Class.

On the way, she encountered students of Class 19 who had just finished PE.

Even from dozens of meters away, Zhong Zhiwan saw those students gathered around the girl, looking excited.

Even Jiang Ran and Xiu Yu, standing by her side, automatically subdued their own sharpness and vigor.

This was something that had never happened before.

Zhong Zhiwan wasn’t oblivious to the fact that ever since Ying Zijin left the Elite Class, a lot of things had changed.

And so had Old Master Zhong’s attitude towards her.

Zhong Zhiwan glanced at the girl, tightened her grip, covered the scroll with her backpack, and hurried away with her head down.

As if afraid of being seen.

“Why is Zhong Zhiwan running away hunched over like a thief?” Xiu Yu glanced and clicked his tongue, “She wouldn’t actually be stealing, would she?”

Ying Zijin, eating a lollipop, didn’t even look up, just indifferently responded, “Possibly.”

“But speaking of which, Daddy Ying, I’ve always felt like you—” Xiu Yu stroked his chin, “sometimes you seem like a fortuneteller.”