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"Teacher Pang, you are laughing." Lu Wei put down his pen and said to Pang Zhonghua who was standing beside him with a smile.

"No, no, Lu Wei, I have to say that you are the most talented calligraphy among all the students I have seen!" Pang Zhonghua stared at the article "Qinyuanchun. Snow" that Lu Wei had just completed. The regular script with silver hooks and iron strokes and strength through the paper back looked very visually impactful. Pang Zhonghua even felt that Lu Wei's words could even be compared with the authentic works of Yan and Liu that he saw in the Xi'an stele forest, so he exuded a sincere admiration.

"Thank you, Teacher Pang." Lu Wei smiled softly and said when he heard Pang Zhonghua's praise.

"Lu Wei, after reading your regular script, I feel a lot. Don't look at me as old as you, but when it comes to my attainments in calligraphy, I am not as good as you." Pang Zhonghua said, shook his head in sighing.

As soon as Pang Zhonghua said this, he immediately became "cool" and said something he had not as good as Lu Wei. In their opinion, although Lu Wei's regular script was very good, he had only practiced it for a long time. But Pang Zhonghua, a famous man, would willingly admit in front of everyone that his level was not as good as a student who was unknown in calligraphy. The shock this sentence brought them was too great.

Similarly, when they heard Pang Zhonghua's words, the teachers who had been watching around them all showed a look of surprise. Pang Zhonghua actually admitted that he was not as good as Lu Wei, which really surprised them.

Hearing Pang Zhonghua's words, Lu Wei waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, Teacher Pang, how can you say that? I can't afford it. I am just a junior student, not to mention that I just practice casually. You are a master. With more than ten years of skill, it is much better than me. Don't say that."

After hearing Lu Wei's words, Pang Zhonghua just smiled slightly, then patted Lu Wei's shoulder and said, "Haha, Lu Wei. There is nothing to be able to bear to be a person who can't afford it. The ancients have said that there is no order to learn, and a master is a teacher. Being better than me is better than me. If I don't even dare to admit this, then what else can I learn to write? In fact, writing is the same as music. The most important thing is to have a truth-seeking and honest heart. After reading your words, many things have inspired me, so you don't have to be polite. Just now, I saw your writing posture. I have learned a lot of things."

After hearing what Pang Zhonghua said, Lu Wei was embarrassed to say something, but he just showed a modest smile.

At this moment, Director Li's face was full of smiles. She never thought that the famous calligrapher who had finally invited from the school would end up being such a result. She did not expect that Lu Wei, who had already achieved great success in music, would be a calligraphy genius. I believe that as soon as the local affairs spread today, Lu Wei's popularity will reach a new level, and along with the school's reputation will be higher, which means more students will

Yuan, how could she not make her the director happy? Looking at Lu Wei standing beside Pang Zhonghua, she liked her more and more the more she looked at her, and thought that this was really the treasure of Master Chang. It seemed that Principal Li’s decision was really wise. What is the green light for such a student? Compared with the impact he had on the school, this concession was simply negligible. Thinking of Principal Li’s question when he raised this question at the meeting, some of the rigid leaders even opposed it. Li Yuhua couldn’t help but sneer.

"Lu Wei, just give these two words to me, okay?" Pang Zhonghua looked at Lu Wei and said in a requesting tone.

"Of course, hehe." Lu Wei smiled.

"Lu Wei, you haven't signed the certificate yet." Pang Zhonghua reminded with a smile.

"Haha, I'm sorry, Teacher Pang." Lu Wei said, lifting up his pen and titled it on the two works. The word "hard and elegant" aroused everyone's praise.

Looking at Lu Wei's performance on the stage, Qi Zhenming's mouth wider and wider because of surprise, he could put down an egg. Of course he knew that this deskmate who often didn't come to class had written well, but he did not expect that Lu Wei's achievements in calligraphy had reached such a high level. Just now, he heard Pang Zhonghua admit that his calligraphy was not as good as Lu Wei. Who is Pang Zhonghua? Chairman of the Chinese Hard Pen Calligraphers Association, the top figure in the Chinese calligraphy world. Since he said so, wouldn't he say that Lu Wei's level is already the top in China?

"Wow, Lu Wei is so amazing that he can actually make Pang Zhonghua admit that he is not as good as him. It seems that another big calligrapher has emerged from our class." Chang Ling, behind Qi Zhenming, said with sighing. Thinking that she was complacent because she had just been praised by Pang Zhonghua, she couldn't help but feel a little funny when she thinks of herself. Her level is nothing in front of Lu Wei. It seems that the representative of the writing class in the class should be the one who should be the one. Chang Ling thought in her heart, but there was no jealousy. If she was just a little bit short of her, with her spirit, she would still chase her. But at this moment, Lu Wei was like a mountain in her eyes, and she could only look up.

However, thinking that he was in the same class as him, he would have many opportunities to ask him for calligraphy in the future, Chang Ling became excited again.

With the same idea as Chang Ling, there are many people. Although Lu Wei often doesn’t come to school now, he still has time in school. Where can I find a calligraphy teacher with such a high level? Lu Wei never thought that he would be busy in the future.

After the lecture, Pang Zhonghua chatted with Lu Wei alone for more than an hour. From his insights on calligraphy, to music, to classical literature and philosophy, Pang Zhonghua was surprised to find that Lu Wei not only had a high level of attainment in calligraphy, but also had a wide range of knowledge. No matter which topic he talked about, Lu Wei seemed to be familiar with, and often had unique insights. That far-sighted view is not something that a child only had seventeen years old. The so-called words are like the person, and only with such profound thoughts can he write such high-level words, Pang Zhonghua thought.

Before leaving, Pang Zhonghua ignored Lu Wei's strong refusal and forced him to be the title of "Honorary Chairman of the Chinese Hard Calligraphers Association", and said with a sensation: It's just a reputation, and you don't have to go to work, what's the matter if you become a person? Lu Wei was a little amused. In fact, he understood Pang Zhonghua's meaning very well. He just wanted to give him time to be a free calligraphy teacher and teach him the students there. It was nothing bad for him to think about it, so Lu Wei agreed to Pang Zhonghua's words.

The school leaders and art teachers who saw Pang Zhonghua off next to him also looked at Lu Wei with envy, especially those calligraphy teachers. He was extremely envious. Although the honorary chairman of the National Hard Pen Calligraphers Association is only famous, it represents the highest level of calligraphy in the country. The weight of this hat is really not light. Although he is very envious, several people know that Lu Wei was able to get this reputation completely based on his own strength.

The leaders of the school were even happier when they heard the news. Lu Wei became the honorary chairman, which was another great content for the school. Think about it, a young freshman in his school actually became the honorary chairman of the National Calligraphers Association. What amazing news should be. Principal Li, who rushed over after hearing Director Li's report, was even more proud at this moment. He couldn't help but feel how wise he had made the decision to give Lu Wei the green light. Now what else did those old guys say?

On the car back, Pang Zhonghua carefully unfolded two works by Lu Wei, one is elegant and one is vigorous and vigorous, both of which are rare fine works. If not, who would have thought that this was from a seventeen-year-old student. Pang Zhonghua could already imagine how wonderful the expressions on the other vice chairmen would be after he took these two works back to the Calligraphy Association.

"I guess they will pop their eyes out." Pang Zhonghua thought, with a smile of expectation on his face.

"Lu Wei, it's a pity that I didn't choose calligraphy as your development direction." Pang Zhonghua thought of the fact that he invited Lu Wei to join his calligraphy association but was rejected, and finally had to use the title of "Honorary Chairman" to trap him. Pang Zhonghua felt a little disappointed. According to his idea, with Lu Wei's current level, as long as he is in time, he will become a famous calligrapher. In the modern Chinese calligraphy and painting world, after Zhang Daqian and Qi Baishi, there has been no big calligrapher for a long time.

"Oh, I hope he can take more time and use it in calligraphy." Pang Zhonghua thought, and carefully rolled up the web of his hand.
Chapter completed!