"What's wrong? The competition is originally about survival of the fittest, so why do there are so many regulations?"

Dean Xiao sighed: "Let a Chinese Painting Department participate in the calligraphy competition, Professor Liu, is there any light on your face? Even if we reach an agreement, how do you ask the students in the calligraphy department to view this matter? Will you still feel fair?"

The meeting was at a deadlock.

Of course, several professors such as Liu Tong did not worry so much. What they considered was to go who would go and where to go back and care about so much. Only a few leaders in the college were worried about this issue like Dean Xiao.

"In the end, this is still a problem for the exchange students. The student status is still at Huizhou University. Whether we can pass the review is still a question. If we waste a quota but fail the review, this is a loss."

"That's right, this quota is already small enough. It sounds awkward to be assigned to another school, just like raising a son for others. I understand what our Principal Kang means, and I must want to let others stay in our beauty, but look, they have published books, and their vision is not on this level. Maybe they will leave directly that day. I think it's better not to give it." A academic director in the college leaned on the back of a chair and said with a smile.

Liu Tong shook his head and said, "Do you think that all the ten people we sent can win awards? Compared with the previous results, it is the best, but it is only the second prize, right? If you succeed in participating in the competition in the past and let these so-called gorgeous top students gild, I think it would be better off."

"Old Liu, don't speak so badly. How can you belittle yourself? Look at Zhang Yefan, who is from the 1992 class, isn't he now also a director of the Calligraphy Association?"

"The 1992nd, 1992nd! How many years do you have to raise for the only seedlings of the 1992nd? Apart from Zhang Yefan, we are so beautiful, we can never cultivate talents anymore!?"

The conference room became quiet. For twenty years, Huamei calligraphy has always been like a half-dead person, but the decision he had made before was changed because of this, but Dean Xiao still did not change his decision. As he got older, he became more and more arrogant in doing things. It would be better not to do such declarations that did not comply with the rules and regulations.

Seeing Dean Xiao hesitating, Liu Tong said, "And, the situation is different this time. In this competition, three top students will be selected to participate in the Chinese-Khan-Day Youth Calligraphy Exchange Conference next year. This is not an ordinary exchange conference."

"Old Liu, I'm going too far. That kind of competition is not something that our school students can look forward to, nor is it possible. Zhong Yue. The top students of China National Mei and Gome are all boys, some of them have 20 years of experience. When I went to survey last year, I thought it was written by those old guys. It was amazing, great."

Liu Tong knew that there was little hope for the nomination. Seeing such resistance, he had no choice but to click here as a professor. As for making a decision, the leader of the college had to come. "I reserve my opinion, but obey the college arrangements."

"Well, the rest of the quotas will be handled according to the comprehensive results. I will call Principal Kang..." Before he finished speaking, the silent cell phone on the table vibrated. Dean Xiao glanced at the number on the phone, "Ha, it's a coincidence. After we finished discussing, we'll call."

"Hey, Principal Kang."

"Old Xiao."

"We were about to ask President Kang to explain the matter. The quota for the college student calligraphy competition was discussed and unanimously decided not to give it to Zhong Yue. What do you think?"

The other end of the phone paused for a moment, "I didn't say I wanted Zhong Yue to go."

Liu Tong's eyes were even more dimmed.

This kind of opportunity is a rare opportunity for Zhong Yue. Even if you choose a Chinese painting, Liu Tong still hopes that Zhong Yue can go and take a look.

"You don't mean this. Alas, it's a waste of worries." President Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that President Kang had to do ideological work at this level. After all, the organizer of the Calligraphy Association reported to the document sent from the Calligraphy Academy.

Kang Min said: "Zhong Yue's academic status is not with us, so there will naturally be a quota in Huida and Huizhou Calligraphy Association. What are you worried about?"

Dean Xiao was stunned, "Is there it?"

...

...

The outside world caused a lot of controversy over a book and a place, but Zhong Yue lived alone in his study, and Huang Youwei's affairs always lingered in his heart and could not be removed.

Living towards death, these four words look too pessimistic and too lonely. Huang Youwei can only walk alone in this path, and no one can help her.

Zhong Yue did not have that kind of lover to Huang Youwei, but the feeling of being a close friend who was with her zither and then helped each other. Even without these, a girl who was indifferent to life and death could not stand by and watch. However, Zhong Yue did not know medical skills, and even if she was determined, she was powerless. She could only look for dead mice, looking for props in the mall to help Huang Youwei.

He has also played games, and maybe there are some resurrection coins in the mall? It is not impossible.

So, in the past few days, Zhong Yue has repeatedly searched page by page in the mall to see if there are any suitable props.

Zhong Yue has read the previous pages several times, but his pen, ink, paper and inkstone have not had the effect of resurrection. Of course, Zhong Yue does not expect to find any magical medicine for resurrection. He just sees what can help Huang Youwei.

After reading more than ten pages, Zhong Yue's eyes were a little sore, but he still didn't find anything suitable. The brushwork system is really related to calligraphy and painting, and he couldn't find any props for treating diseases. Zhong Yue withdrew from the system with some disappointment and had no intention of practicing calligraphy today.

"Huang Youwei, it's up to you..."

Although Huang Youwei couldn't hear this sentence, it was just as Zhang Heping said. Sometimes, some words were just for psychological comfort.

"Hey, teacher."

"Zhong Yue, why don't you discuss with me about such a big deal?" Cao Danqing, who was far away in northern Beijing, suddenly called.

Zhong Yue asked listlessly, "What's the big deal?"

"What big thing? Why don't you tell me about your book publishing?"

"You said that, didn't I mention it to you before? I said someone came to make an appointment for an article, and you went there vaguely."

Cao Danqing was a little angry, "Then you have to bring the important information of Xiling Seal Society and Qian Yunyao with you. I thought it was a Sanliu Publishing House that was coming to cheat money!" Cao Danqing didn't care much before. Now there are too many unscrupulous publishers. When he was in Shanghai, he had to receive calls from several publishers a day, and it was no wonder that he had never expected that the person who made an appointment for the manuscript this time was Qian Yunyao from Xiling Seal Society. Even when he was on a business trip in Beijing, he received the news.
Chapter completed!