It seems that the girl's words are the best in the junior group, but it's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity, it's not her turn to shoot.

Soon, one after another, students finished writing, and some judges picked up the words they liked and brought them to the table on the other side.

Yu Huanghe also stretched out his hand and picked up the paper in front of Zhang Qing.

Delicate and handsome, implying style, it is really rare for such a young child to write such a handwriting.

A total of 10 characters were selected by the 10 judges.

The award was selected from these ten words.

One first prize, two second prizes, and five third prizes.

Two of the ten paintings were selected first, and the remaining eight were directly pasted on the exhibition boards on both sides of the hall for people to evaluate first.

The annual event organized by the Education and Sports Bureau also provides an opportunity for calligraphy enthusiasts to communicate.

When the results of the selection come out, these people can also witness whether it is fair or not.

It's just that there are very few elementary school students with excellent skills, and it is generally more lively here on the day of the middle school student competition.

This year, however, there is one word that has caught everyone's attention.

"This is the ...... of the junior group" In order to show fairness, the place where the personal information of the contestants is written has been pasted up on paper at this time, and it will not be announced until the results of the selection are out.

"Yes, the junior group can have such excellent works, looking at this strength, to say the least, it has to be practiced for three or five years. ”

What's even more rare is that this character already has its own style, and over time, it will be able to achieve something. ”

"I don't know which school's ......"

……

Zhang Qing is a sincere fondness for calligraphy, and especially loves the sense of relaxation and tranquility when writing.

Therefore, the time she spends on practicing calligraphy is invisibly much more than that of ordinary practitioners.

No matter how talented you are, if you want to achieve results, you can't do without the hard work.

So she was not surprised to win the first place.

I'm bullying elementary school students again!

Zhang Qing thought sadly, and she might have to be bullied all the time.

On the way back, the teacher who led the team couldn't hide his joy.

Today, their second primary school can be regarded as a big limelight, and the first place in the calligraphy competition of the two grade groups was won by the students of the second primary school.

He looked in the rearview mirror at the two little girls sitting behind him.

The two little girls looked calm, as if they were not the ones who won the prize.

This one...... Next year is so young, how can he be calmer than him.

He glanced in the rearview mirror again, and the older girl was also a little famous in the second child, and she participated in two calligraphy competitions in the past two years, and won the first prize each time.

She is also often the main writer of some of the newspapers and public columns in the school.

Having the intention to break the stagnant atmosphere, he spoke: "Chunxiao, who did you learn calligraphy from?"

The girl's thin lips opened lightly, and her voice was clear: "My grandfather." ”

"Oh," are all girls so cold now, and he doesn't pretend to be a teacher in the face of himself, he then asked another, "Who is that, Zhang Qing, who did you learn your words from?"

Zhang Qing curled the corners of her mouth: "I learned it from the teacher in the study class outside." ”

When she said this, the teacher gave her a strange look.

Can you learn at such a high level even if you study outside?

You know, those who can really practice good words are generally guided and supervised by the elders of the family and even forced, just like Yu Chunxiao, and go outside to find a teacher, learn once and a half a week, and no one to guide and supervise when you go home, how can you expect children to have that consciousness and practice words well at home?

Even Yu Chunxiao glanced at Zhang Qing in surprise.

Soon returned to school, the teacher put Zhang Qing and the others down, and hurriedly went to the principal to report the results of the competition.

Zhang Qing returned to the classroom, Cui Jiajia happened to be in the classroom, and when she saw her coming back, she immediately asked, "Zhang Qing is back, what is the result?"

The children in the class looked at Zhang Qing together, with a little admiration in their eyes.

Not only are they good at studying, they can also play the piano, and now they are representing the school in a calligraphy competition!

Zhang Qing was embarrassed by their admiring gaze, and said calmly: "First place in the junior group." ”

"Wow......"

The class couldn't help but let out exclamations.

Cui Jiajia couldn't help but be happy.

At the beginning, Zhang Qingneng was selected to represent the school in the calligraphy competition of the junior group, which was enough to give her a long face, but she didn't expect to come back with the first place in the city!

That's a ...... Great! When the time comes, I will be able to win an excellent teacher guidance award as a teacher.

"Good! Good!" Cui Jiajia praised, "It's really good! Students should also learn from Zhang Qing and work hard to ......."

Taking this opportunity, Cui Jiajia gave this group of little dolls another ideological education lesson.

As soon as Zhang Qing sat down, she felt her braids being tugged.

You don't have to think about it to know who it is.

She turned her head helplessly and glared at Cheng Ling: "What are you doing?"

"Hey, did you really win the first place?" Cheng Ling leaned on the table and asked quietly.

Zhang Qing didn't want to pay attention to him, what's so fake about this?

"Why don't I want to believe it......" Zhang Qing heard Cheng Ling muttering in a low voice, "Anything can be done, anything can be done, is this still a person......

Zhang Qing's face darkened.

The news that Zhang Qing and Yu Chunxiao won the first place in the calligraphy competition of the city's primary school lower and senior groups quickly spread throughout the school, and even the principal asked Cui Jiajia to call her over to praise her when she went to the office of the first grade group.

"Nice little girl. ”

As soon as he saw me, Principal Liu immediately remembered that this was not the girl who played the piano with his daughter at the art festival, but he didn't expect that this child was really versatile, and I heard that his academic performance has always been very good.

Such an excellent child, you can talk to Yingying when you look back, and it's not bad to make friends.

As soon as he was received by the principal, Zhang Qing was called over by Jiang Yi again.

Although Jiang Yi questioned himself at that time, he heard that he was going to participate in the competition or Teacher Jiang tried to protect him, and Zhang Qing didn't have too much emotion when he saw him at this time.

"Ahem. Feeling the student's indifference to him, Jiang Yi also remembered what happened last time, but no matter how much he said it, he was also a teacher, and he couldn't really care about anything with the student.

"Zhang Qing, do you know who selected your work when you competed?" Jiang Yi only pretended that it had not happened last time, so he was naturally authentic.

Zhang Qing thought about it, and she remembered that it was a man who looked to be in his early fifties, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and looking a little serious.

But the identity of the other party ...... Zhang Qing shook her head.

Jiang Yi also expected that Zhang Qing didn't know him, so he hurriedly said: "That person is the president of our Mo City Calligraphy Association." ”

Zhang Qing nodded.

But what does this have to do with her?