After praising the students, Shan Qingrong looked at his watch and said:

"In the last class, your Chinese teacher Dai Yongquan held a calligraphy class in the large classroom in Building 4. Interested students can learn from it."

The school bell rang.

"Jiang Ning, are you going to the calligraphy class to have fun?" Chen Siyu asked, looking very interested.

Without waiting for Jiang Ning to answer, she said to herself: "My handwriting is quite average, so I must have been deducted points for writing. I heard that if you practice calligraphy with brush, pen calligraphy will also become very beautiful?"

Bai Yuxia said: "It does help a lot, but it's just more difficult to practice calligraphy."

Chen Siyu: "Anyway, I have a teacher to teach me. Let's take a look. How about we come together?"

"Okay." Bai Yuxia agreed. Her father liked to write calligraphy very much, so she had a certain foundation.

In just two sentences, Chen Siyu and Bai Yuxia made an agreement.

"What about you?" Chen Siyu asked.

Xue Yuantong straightened up from the table: "No, I don't need to practice my calligraphy anymore."

Chen Siyu: "Really?"

"Humph, of course." Xue Yuantong pushed out her Chinese test paper and pointed to the handwriting on the paper.

Bai Yuxia commented: "The character Tongtong is very beautiful."

"I learned calligraphy specifically when I was a child." Xue Yuantong said proudly.

"Are there any calligraphy classes in your town?" Bai Yuxia wondered. Calligraphy specialty classes are relatively rare.

"It's not a town, it's a village!" Xue Yuantong said.

Their village is very backward, but there is an old teacher in the village who likes to tell history the most. He is good at writing calligraphy and can write half of the village's couplets every Chinese New Year.

He not only loves to write, but every time someone holds a wedding or funeral in the village, he is responsible for collecting the money and recording the names of the guests.

Later, I retired and had nothing to do at home, so I started thinking about passing down calligraphy to my family.

At first, he opened a calligraphy class in the village. At first he wanted to collect money, but later he found that no one was going, and some villagers scolded him behind his back.

The old teacher was furious. Did he lack those two stinky coins?

He was a teacher, and his pension could not be spent at all. In anger, the old teacher decided not to charge any money, and provided free brushes, paper and ink for the children in the village to use.

In the end, no one went there. The children played all over the village every day. They were too lazy to do their homework. Some of them lost their minds and failed to learn calligraphy.

Later, the old teacher couldn't hold it in any longer, so he resorted to a unique trick and wholesaled spicy strips, soft drinks, beef and mutton snacks, and plum candy, claiming that he would be able to eat after taking a calligraphy class.

When Chen Siyu heard what Xue Yuantong said, he couldn't help asking: "What happened next? Did anyone learn from it later?"

Xue Yuantong missed that time and said: "I'm not interested in snacks or anything like that. I like practicing calligraphy."

Every time the calligraphy class started, she and Chu Chu were the fastest.

Thanks to the foundation they laid in the past, not a single child in their village is bad at handwriting.

…

"Kaiquan, let's go to Building 4 for the next class!" Guo Kunnan invited.

Calligraphy cultivates sentiment. Guo Kunnan has not been calm recently, and his mood has dropped countless levels than before. He needs to rely on the influence of calligraphy to improve his mood.

This calligraphy lesson comes at the right time.

Shan Kaiquan hesitated: "Let me think about it."

He wanted to study mathematics test papers, and also wanted to experience calligraphy classes. He had never practiced calligraphy.

Guo Kunnan said: "The more skills you learn, the less you say to ask for help."

"Don't you think the calligraphy looks handsome after it's written in calligraphy?"

Guo Kunnan opened his hand, held a pen in the air to write, and flicked it around.

"It is true that calligraphy masters have great temperament, but calligraphy requires talent." Shan Kaiquan said.

Guo Kunnan: "If you don't try, how will you know you are not a genius?"

"Let's not say that Tian is not a genius, there must be many beautiful girls learning calligraphy!" Guo Kunnan concluded.

…

"Brother Ma, Brother Ma, let's start the calligraphy class!" Wang Longlong encouraged.

Ma Shicheng: "I'm playing games."

Wang Longlong opened his mouth and said: "Brother Ma, you are Hutu!"

"Why don't you go to the calligraphy class and play games? Think about how others are concentrating on practicing calligraphy. The classroom is full of the aroma of art, but you are playing games in it. Isn't it exciting?"

When Ma Shicheng heard this, it made sense. He put away his phone and said, "Let's go!"

"Brother Ma, are you in such a hurry? There's no class yet?"

"Let's take a seat first. I have a hunch that there will be a lot of people."

…

Guo Kunnan left, leaving Shan Kaiquan sitting alone.

'calligraphy.'

'Am I a calligraphy genius?'

Just now, Bai Yuxia attended the calligraphy class without notifying him.

Shan Kaiquan became increasingly miserable.

He thought of Bai Yuxia's handwriting, which was beautiful, moving and intoxicating.

She must love practicing calligraphy, right?

Gradually, Shan Kaiquan became confused.

If I can defeat Bai Yuxia in the field she is good at, she will definitely be impressed by me.

And calligraphy class, an excellent opportunity.

'Haha, Bai Yuxia, you wouldn't have thought how much potential I, Shan Kaiquan, have.'

Although Shan Kaiquan has never been exposed to brush calligraphy, at this moment, the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter has begun in his fantasy world.

It was a dilapidated thatched cottage, empty, dilapidated, lonely and unrestrained.

In the world, he was the only one practicing calligraphy in the thatched cottage.

In spring, everything revives, and he grinds ink with an inkstone.

In summer, the sun was scorching, and he was writing and writing.

In autumn, when the maple leaves are falling, he writes freely.

In winter, when the snow is white, he picks up his pen and collects ink.

A stroke of spring and autumn, an ink and a lovesickness, and finally, he became a master.

It’s another year of calligraphy class.

Dressed in white, he sat by the moonlit window, with the stars in the sky as a backdrop, surrounded by beautiful girls.

He raised his hand and gently stroked his pen, with flowing clouds and flowing water, flying dragons and phoenixes. The handwriting on the paper was so lifelike that it was unforgettable after just one glance.

The calligraphy teacher was shocked and said in horror: "This boy, this boy, is actually a genius!"

Suddenly, the calligraphy room was in an uproar.

The surrounding girls gathered around to take a look. When they saw his intricate calligraphy, they were immediately shocked and could not help but shout:

"One sight of Kaiquan leads to a lifetime of misunderstandings~"

All the girls blushed and looked as pretty as flowers surrounding him.

Dan Kaiquan, who was among the flowers, just smiled indifferently, unmoved. Accompanied by the screams of the beautiful girls, he slowly stood up and looked at Bai Yuxia outside the crowd.

Among so many beautiful girls, even Bai Yuxia is not that outstanding.

She became mediocre.

But he became a star, dazzling.

Shan Kaiquan swept away the indifference, filled with traces of compassion:

'Bai Yuxia, have you seen that the me you rejected is now sought after by countless people.'

'Do you regret it?'

'If you regret it, fine, I'll give you a chance!'

'Please please me as much as you like!'

You were indifferent to me back then, but now I am beyond your reach!

The scene was so exciting that Shan Kaiquan couldn't restrain his excitement. He was trembling all over, shaking his legs crazily, and the top of the table rumbled.
Chapter completed!