But he didn't mean to explain.

There is no need to break Miss Tang's confidence at the beginning.

So he smiled lightly and didn't say much.

Tang Baobao took this matter to heart seriously.

She is only good at painting.

But the word.

She still has some confidence.

For so many years, Shi Niang has simply used her head cantilever to stab her thorns, so she can still handle it.

Although, the result is very different from the juanxiu and gentleness that the teacher expected......

She walked in with a smile on her face.

But it hadn't been more than two minutes before the smile was raised, and she put it away.

Because of the spacious street of the ancient ancestral hall.

Waves of beauties walked over and over, and each of them cast a very interested look at Jing Meiren.

Some even have so white eyes that they want to send their whole person into the arms of Jing Meiren.

If it weren't for the strong aura of Jingmei, the beauties would only dare to watch from afar.

Tang Baobao felt that he was afraid that ten more hands and ten pairs of feet would not be able to stop this wave of wild bees and butterflies!

Hmph, these little goblins are actually robbing me of beauty!

She then grabbed Jing Meiren's sleeve and dragged her back.

Jing Sihan, who was looking intently at a calligraphy center: "......"

He froze in silence and looked at Tang Baobao in puzzlement.

"What do you do?"

Tang Baobao pouted.

"There are a lot of people here, and I feel depressed."

Jing Sihan knew that this was certainly not a real reason.

He looked up at Ji Wei and asked with his eyes, what's going on?

Ji Wei raised his head calmly, his eyes looked straight up, from left to right, and looked one hundred and eighty degrees.

Jing Sihan glanced at him.

There was silence.

It turned out to be because of this.

Strangers only, what's there to care about.

Jing Sihan grew up with such eyes since he was a child, so he has long practiced the skill of turning a blind eye.

So I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at Tang Baobao, and saw that the little white-eyed wolf's ruddy and pink lips were so pouting that he could hang a bottle.

This little wolf cub's behavior of protecting food made him inexplicably amused.

Forget it, I have learned a lot of lessons in the past two days, and it is not impossible to obey her occasionally.

So the aura on his body changed negligently.

Tang Baobao, who was secretly poking and thinking about whether to carry Jing Meiren away, glanced at the beauties around him in surprise.

Hey, something seems to have changed.

Look at the side strangely again.

Suddenly, Shui Ling's eyes widened.

Hey, what about those goblins?

I saw the little goblins who were originally standing on both sides of the street excitedly looking at Jing Meiren, and at this time they all looked at Jing Meiren as if they were nothing.

Shopping for shopping, chatting for chatting.

It was as if the scene was purely her hallucination.

Tang Baobao wondered.

"Let's go."

Jing Sihan threw down a word, and walked into the large-scale calligraphy center with long legs.

There seems to be some kind of activity going on here.

There are those who take pictures,

There are photographers,

There is a presiding officer,

There are those who stand at the table and write and draw,

There are also those who stand aside and stop to watch.

After Tang Baobao saw many people's calligraphy and paintings, they were taken to a row of long tables far away.

There sat several middle-aged and elderly people dressed in exquisite clothes.

Then, after some comments and discussions, they will pick out a few and hang them on the wall for people to see.

The viewer will hold a red heart paper and stick it under the letter.

There are a lot of hearts that have been pasted on them.

Tang Baobao looked surprised, it seemed a bit like the meaning of the literati fighting in the past.

"What are they doing here?"

Since Jing Sihan came in, he left the two of them and stared at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall seriously, and even shuttled between those who were writing, slowly looking over one by one.

So Tang Baobao asked Ji Ming.

When Ji Wei heard this, he went over to inquire.

I'll be back in a moment to explain.

"Miss Tang,

Here is the selection of rookies in the literary world,

The game is national in nature,

There are no qualifications,

You can participate as long as you want.

Eligible

Selected by the jury to hang on the wall,

The people who come to appreciate it choose their favorite works,

In the end, he won with many works,

There are 20 places in H city,

After being promoted, you can participate in the next stage of the competition.

Winners,

There will also be corresponding bonuses. ”

Hearing Ji Ming's last words, Tang Baobao's eyes were obviously brighter than an octave.

"Bonus? How much is the prize? ”

"The first prize is 1 million, the second prize is 600,000, and the third prize is 300,000."

"I want 1 million!"

Tang Baobao immediately raised his head as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Steward Ji, I'm going to participate in the competition too!"

I felt the sideways glances of the people on the side, those eyes that seemed to be neurotic.

Ji Ming: "......"

Miss Tang, do you want to understand the traditional virtue of modesty?

Jing Sihan came back and saw Tang Baobao holding Ji Meng to sign her up for the competition.

The color of the eyes deepened.

"You want to play?"

"Yes, yes, there are 1 million to take!"

Ji Mingfu: It's as if you are the first prize.

Jing Sihan's expression didn't change, but he pulled his cuffs and said unhurriedly.

"Miss Tang, you are under surveillance and have no freedom of movement."

Tang Baobao: "......"

She looked confused.

"I'm just going to a race, and I don't run, isn't that okay?"

Ji Wei tactfully prompted.

"Miss Tang, if you can enter the 20 audition places in H City, the next step is to go to other provinces and cities to participate in the promotion competition."

“…… Then you can just go with me. ”

Ji Wei didn't speak, he couldn't be the master.

Tang Baobao then looked at Jing Sihan pitifully again.

"I'm working so hard for myself, isn't it for myself, isn't it for you to pay back your money early?"

The little girl's eyes are big and watery, and her wet appearance at this time looks like a deer.

If you don't have a strong mind, I'm afraid that you will be looked down upon and soft-hearted all of a sudden.

Jing Sihan thinks that he is very determined.

So he calmly looked away.

It's just that when his eyes fell on the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, a few slight flashes suddenly flashed under his eyes.

Then I heard him speak lightly.

"It's not impossible to participate if you want to.

But this time,

What do you write,

How to write,

Listen to me. ”

As soon as Tang Baobao heard that there was a play, where did he care what conditions he had, the left was just writing, so what was so difficult!

So she hurriedly responded.

"Okay, good, good!"

But ten minutes later, when I saw the extremely beautiful hairpin flower Xiaokai provided by Jing Sihan, I couldn't stop scolding my sister.

This is her teacher's favorite!

It's not her style at all!

"This, this, this word is too delicate, I can't write it."

"Copy."

Jing Sihan said unmoved.

"You can hand in two works, but one of them must have this pair of characters, and you don't need to copy it very similarly, as long as it has seven points."

Copy?

Isn't that just fake?

Counterfeiting is her old job.