Being tortured by her whole family, she no longer pretends to be a real daughter!

Back in the classroom, Lin Ruoyao quietly stuffed the scroll hidden in her school uniform into her schoolbag while no one was around, and took out another scroll from her schoolbag, which was the scrap draft of her new font practice during this period.

After tearing off the label with Lin Yusheng's name on it and sticking it on the waste manuscript, Lin Ruoyao hid the thing in her school uniform and returned to Feng Peide's office.

Just now she heard Feng Peide say on the phone that he was going to the parking lot. She guessed that he had gone out of school to do something, and sure enough, he hadn't come back yet.

Lin Ruoyao put the things in the drawer and closed it to restore it to its original state.

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Calligraphy Association.

There were several young people gathered in the water room between the men's and women's restrooms.

"Has it been confirmed? Who are the judges for this competition?"

"The confirmed members now include Vice President Zhao, Teacher Chen Xuewen, Li Tuo, and, oh, yes, Zhang Junsheng."

"Zhang Junsheng?" Someone was puzzled. "Zhang Junsheng can actually be a judge?"

"What's wrong? Teacher Zhang Junsheng is quite excellent."

"That was all in the past. How long has it been since he published any new work? Three years, right? He hasn't written anything decent in three years. How can he still write?"

"There seems to be something wrong with his hands. He has nervous tremors. Is he unable to write?"

"real or fake?"

"I don't know. I just heard from someone that I ran into Zhang Junsheng at the hospital."

"So, I guess it's probably true."

"Tsk tsk tsk, useless! If he can't write, what kind of calligrapher is he? He should quit the association as soon as possible!"

"..."

Zhang Junsheng put his hand on the bathroom door handle, listened to the sounds coming from outside, and clenched his palms.

Only when he heard the voices of discussion and footsteps did he push open the door and return to the office.

"Teacher Zhang, someone is looking for you downstairs, a little girl named Lin."

Zhang Junsheng knew it was Lin Ruoyao without even thinking.

"Let her come up."

Not long after, Lin Ruoyao pushed the door open and came in with a scroll in her hand.

Zhang Junsheng was a little surprised when he saw her, "Lin Ruoyao, why are you here?"

"I have a question to ask you."

"what is the problem?"

Lin Ruoyao walked over, spread out the scroll in her hand and placed it on the table.

It was the calligraphy submitted by Lin Yusheng.

She pursed her lips and said confidently, "Teacher Zhang, take a look at this calligraphy. What do you think?"

Zhang Junsheng's gaze fell on the scroll, and a flash of amazement flashed across his eyes. "Who wrote this?"

Lin Ruoyao didn't answer, but only asked: "Teacher, based on your experience, could a high school student write this kind of handwriting?"

Zhang Junsheng shook his head without hesitation, "Absolutely impossible!"

"why?"

Zhang Junsheng touched his chin. "The brushstrokes are so strong that they penetrate the paper. The cadence is so crisp and clear. The person who wrote this must have a very deep foundation. It takes twenty or thirty years of practice to reach this level."

Lin Ruoyao smiled when she heard that.

After all this time, it turns out that Lin Yusheng's calligraphy was not written by her!

No wonder she suddenly participated in the calligraphy competition, it turned out that she had been prepared for it for a long time.

"Teacher Zhang, then this calligraphy should have been written by a famous calligrapher, right?" Lin Ruoyao asked.

"I think so too."

"But don't some famous calligraphers always carve their own seals on their works after writing them? Why is there no seal on this calligraphy?"

So, where did Lin Yusheng get this piece of calligraphy without a seal?

"This calligraphy should be the product of some gray industry. It is not signed so that the person who gets it can sign it easily," said Zhang Junsheng.

Lin Ruoyao was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Uh..." Zhang Junsheng paused. "For example, in some calligraphy competitions, you can enter these unsigned characters as your own works and win awards and honors."

That is cheating.

So this is a market. Since it is a market, there will be buying and selling, and this kind of buying and selling usually involves an intermediary, which is relatively obscure, and the buyer and seller do not contact each other.

Lin Ruoyao seemed to be thinking about something, "I understand."

Therefore, Lin Yusheng specially bought this calligraphy just to win the award.

She asked how Lin Yusheng could write such calligraphy. She had never thought that Lin Yusheng had bought the calligraphy.

In order to win her, Lin Yusheng actually wanted to win the prize in this way?

Do you really want to suppress her?

"Ruoyao, you haven't told me where this calligraphy came from."

Lin Ruoyao thought for a moment and said, "This was given to me by one of my suitors."

"It's for you?"

"Yeah." Lin Ruoyao nodded. "After listening to what you said just now, I guess he knew I was going to participate in a calligraphy competition, so he bought this calligraphy for me. Maybe he was hinting that I should take it in the competition, but I haven't thought about it that way at all."

"It's a good thing you didn't have that idea."

"Why do you say that?"

Zhang Junsheng carefully examined the calligraphy again. "If this calligraphy is submitted for a competition, it's too fake. I'm afraid the judges will find it hard to believe that it was written by a high school student. I'm afraid it will be questioned."

Even he...can't write words like this.

Zhang Junsheng's eyes stayed on the calligraphy for a long time and he was reluctant to look away.

He hasn't written for several years since his hand had problems. In order to maintain his status in the calligraphy world, he has also considered buying calligraphy with his own name on it.

However, some regular works can be easily bought on the market, but top-level calligraphy works that match his status and position are impossible to find.

This calligraphy...

"Ruoyao." Zhang Junsheng looked at Lin Ruoyao, "I really like this calligraphy. Can you... give it to me? As a souvenir."

Lin Ruoyao was stunned.

She didn't expect Zhang Junsheng to suddenly ask her to give him the calligraphy.

A little hesitant.

"Teacher Zhang, I..."

"Ruoyao, you've been learning calligraphy from me for five years. Could it be that our relationship as master and disciple is not even as good as a piece of calligraphy?"

Lin Ruoyao's heart tightened, and she quickly explained, "That's not what I meant. If you like it, take it. Anyway, this is...a gift from someone else. There's no use for me to keep it."

This calligraphy was bought by Lin Yusheng. It cannot be seen in public anyway, so there is really no use for her to keep it.

Giving it to Teacher Zhang is just a favor, so it should be okay, right?

Zhang Junsheng smiled, "Lin Ruoyao, Master will remember this favor of yours."

Lin Ruoyao took out the calligraphy she had practiced during this period and asked Zhang Junsheng for some suggestions before leaving.

After Lin Ruoyao left, Zhang Junsheng spread out the words on the table again and stamped his own seal on it.

In transactions like this, both the buyer and the seller are well aware of the situation and generally there won't be any problems.

After stamping it, he framed the calligraphy and hung it on the wall.

Almost everyone who came to his office in the afternoon saw this painting first.

"Teacher Zhang? Did you write this calligraphy?" The visitor stared with his eyes wide open.

Zhang Junsheng drank his tea and smiled faintly, "Yes, I wrote it."