Chapter 149 Fine, It Was Her Fault!

The Seimei Academy forum had been extremely buzzing with activity over the past couple of days.

The vast majority of the news centered around the naming contest for the new library...

Starting from Monday, the forum had cleared out a dedicated section—Seimei Calligraphy Elegance.

All submitted calligraphy works were uploaded to the Calligraphy Elegance column under a unified title format. Once submitted, they were reviewed and approved by specialized background staff before being opened for voting.

Voting was strictly limited to Seimei students and was not open to the general public.

There were around one hundred thousand students across Seimei's main campus and its various branch campuses nationwide. Each student had a unique student ID number used for voting, and everyone was allowed only one vote per day.

Entries could be chosen at will; unused votes expired at the end of the day, and a fresh vote would be generated the next day.

To ensure fairness, all participating works were displayed strictly by entry numbers, without revealing the authors' real names or classes.

The online preliminary rounds would select the top one hundred entries to advance to the finals. The final round would invite professional calligraphers and other elite figures to serve as judges. The ultimate champion would be decided based on a combined scoring system featuring the ten expert judges and live voting from the audience at the final venue.

Furthermore, rumor had it that this entire event was proposed by Young Master Zhan, and word was that he would also participate as one of the judges in the final round.

This was precisely what everyone found most anticipated!

As soon as class ended, students all over the classroom gathered in groups of three or five, playing on their phones.

All eyes were glued to the forum.

Shi Qingqing, however, paid no attention to any of this. She was busy trying out anonymous red packet grabbing and having the time of her life. Ever since she discovered the anonymous feature and the ability to snatch private red packets, she could describe her feeling in one word: awesome!

Or in two words: super-awesome!

Zhang Xiaotu nudged her with an elbow. "Qingqing, this calligraphy competition has been running for two days now. Did you write and submit a piece?"

"Nope. The thought that if I somehow won, I'd have to receive the award from Campus Prince Zhan killed any desire I had to write," Shi Qingqing blurted out, accidentally speaking her true mind.

Zhang Xiaotu gave her a look of utter disdain. "For that level of humblebragging, I give you a hundred points."

Shi Qingqing...

Fine, her mistake!

"I didn't enter either. There are tens of thousands of students at Seimei, and just two days into the preliminary rounds, over a thousand works have already been uploaded. I originally planned to write something, but after looking at some people's handwriting, I decided I'd rather spare myself the embarrassment. There are just too many people who write brilliantly!" Zhang Xiaotu continued with a sigh.

"Is that so?"

Just as no one in the vicinity was sending out red packets anymore, Shi Qingqing took a short break.

"You bet! Look at these top one hundred entries; looking at any single one of them makes me want to crawl into a hole of self-doubt!" Zhang Xiaotu selected the best-looking pieces of handwriting and pulled up several pages to show Shi Qingqing.

Shi Qingqing glanced over them and nodded. "Not bad, I suppose!"

Anyway, she knew nothing about calligraphy; she only thought the works Zhang Xiaotu picked out looked much prettier than her own handwriting.

As for self-doubt, what on earth was that? It couldn't be used to snatch red packets, so she had no idea.

Unsurprisingly, she earned yet another massive eye-roll from Zhang Xiaotu.

"I'm not arguing with you about this. Qingqing, I've found a foolproof way to get rich!"

Oh? This caught Shi Qingqing's interest.

"Tell me!"

Zhang Xiaotu lowered her voice. "Look at the school forum. The calligraphy competition is so massive, and all these posts canvassing for votes—many of them are trading red packets for votes! Yesterday it was fifty cents per vote, but today the market rate has gone up to one whole yuan, and some wealthy spenders are even offering five yuan per vote..."

"Seriously? You can do that? Weren't the entries supposed to be anonymous? Weren't classes and names supposed to be hidden?" Shi Qingqing hadn't entered the competition, but having been immersed in the atmosphere over the past two days, she knew a thing or two about the rules.