You are just a college student who has not graduated yet. Isn’t it a joke to let Mr. Zhu use seals on your calligraphy?

After hearing Ai Langzhou's words, everyone turned back to see Maozhu Peak.

Mao Zhufeng smiled and said, "If you really write well, you should use the chapter."

"Thank you, thank you, Zhu Lao." Ai Langzhou was overjoyed and repeatedly thanked him for not asking.

Qiu Yuancheng saw that the teacher agreed in person and said, "Okay, let's start."

Ai Langzhou concentrated slightly, took a deep breath, picked up his pen and wandered around the dragon and snake, and wrote on the paper, word after word rising and falling on the paper.

The students sat in the audience and couldn't see clearly, so they stood up and watched. Some of them were brave enough to simply run to the edge of the podium to watch and take out their phones to shoot the whole process.

Xie Qilu jumped happily and shouted: "Senior Ai, Senior Ai, it is very well written, and it is awesome!"

Ai Langzhou coughed hard and said in an unhappy tone: "Thank you, please don't make noise next to you, okay?"

"Ah? Oh, okay..." Xie Qilu couldn't please her but slapped her flatteringly on her feet, like a deflated ball and closed her mouth.

Ai Langzhou took his busy schedule and looked up at the audience. He saw Ye Jingchun and Song Baojun leaning against each other and whispering in a low voice. He looked very close. He suddenly felt sad and angry in his heart, and a strong feeling arises, writing faster and faster on the paper.

Qiu Yuanchong was a little uneasy. After seeing him finishing writing the first line, his face gradually changed color and blurted out: "It's well written."

It is quite rare to get the strange and stern teacher Qiu's words "Good".

Ailangzhou's brushstrokes did not stop at all, and he dipped them in thick ink to write down the second row of characters.

The heart means depression, and the word "六号" is completed in one go.

After writing the last word, he gently placed the pen on the stage and took the tissue handed by an idiot girl to sweat hard. His forehead was covered with big sweat, and the whole vest was completely wet. Obviously, writing this calligraphy exhausted all over his body, which was a great deal.

The onlookers talked in a low voice, and their eyes showed a strong sense of appreciation. This character by Ailangzhou can be said to be much higher than his peers and has already achieved a little success.

After the ink was blown dry, Yang Hailan and another classmate helped each other to hang up the works for everyone to appreciate.

He wrote the poem "Song of Taohua Temple" by Tang Yin, the four great talents of the Ming Dynasty.

"In Taohua Temple in Taohuawu, peach blossom fairy under Taohua Temple. Peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for money. When they woke up, they only sat in front of the flowers, and they came to sleep under the flowers. Half awake and half drunk, they fell and bloomed year after year. I hope that they would die of old age and death, and they would not bow in front of the carriage and horse. The carriage dust is full of fun, and the flower branches are poor. If they compare wealth to poverty, one on the plain and the other on the sky. If they are poor, they will drive me to freely. Others laugh at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at others for being unable to see through. I cannot see the tomb of heroes of the Wuling Mountains, and they will be hoeed to the fields without flowers or wine."

He Jianmin helped Zhu Lao walk up to the podium to watch.

The whole poem has a total of 140 characters, which is considered to be a lot of words. However, the overall smoothness and no stagnation are already a rare skill. The font lines are sharp, thin and smooth, like a dragon in the smoke and clouds, running casually, rushing up and down, with a few shadows of Mi Fu in it.

When Ai Langzhou wrote, he also contained a feeling of loss, with a little self-deprecating thought, both inferior and arrogant, which was intimidating in Tang Yin's poems, and saw through the frivolity of the world. The two were emotionally consistent, making the artistic achievements of calligraphy to a higher level.

It is no longer just a classroom work for students in school, it can indeed be called calligraphy.

Mo Zhufeng nodded with his beard and looked at it several times.

"Bamboo, old bamboo, can it still attract your old man's eyes?" Ai Langzhou looked expectant, and his voice couldn't help but tremble.

"Writing well is very rare at your age. Your writing is like the wind and your brushwork is good. If you practice for another ten years, you should achieve great success. It is just that you have three points more sharp and five points less free and easy. It is a shortcoming." Mao Zhufeng smiled and said, "Okay, it is a masterpiece that can stamp you a seal."

"Wow!" The students around were amazed.

Mao Zhufeng took out a small box made of yellow rosewood, which was covered with velvet cloth, and placed seven or eight seals of different shapes and sizes in parallel.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, Mao Zhufeng selected a seal, stamped it with ink paste, and placed it on the corner of the calligraphy work "The Song of Taohua Temple". Two twisted and entangled small seal scripts: "Good characters".

Ai Langzhou couldn't see the reputation for a moment, and was almost ecstatic, and the classmates around him were also envious.

Only Qiu Yuancheng just smiled.

Why is the master of Chinese studies in Mao Zhufeng so straightforward and simple? Just the word "good" is too vulgar!

Because there are many artful people in the city, there are many leading cadres from some institutions and units. The calligraphy works written can only be called crude, but they also have to ask Zhu Lao to comment and stamp it with a shameful face. Zhu Lao can't refuse the feelings and often comment a few good words against his will.

Later he thought of a method, deliberately engraving a small seal with "good characters" to deal with these boring people.

When he encounters a truly good work, he will use his other seals. Those important seals basically symbolize Zhu Lao’s true attitude.

This "good seal" is similar to sending others, which means you can do nothing but help you and give you some thin face. People who don't know the inside story only think that Zhu Lao is funny and humorous.

Although that classmate Ai Langzhou has a deep foundation and has made breakthroughs in his creative relationships, he naturally has a distance in the eyes of big experts like Mao Zhufeng.

It’s not that you can’t do it, it’s that the master’s level is too high.

When everyone saw the Maozhu Peak covered with the "good word" seal, everyone laughed in unison, praising Ailangzhou's outstanding skills and winning glory for the school.

Xie Qilu wanted to step forward to wipe the sweat for the male god, but was pushed away by Ai Langzhou politely and resolutely.

"Please don't get close to me." Ailangzhou stood up and walked quickly to the back of the classroom under everyone's surprise eyes. He kept walking and stood in front of Song Baojun, staring at him with contemptuous eyes.

"What's wrong with this?" Song Baojun was confused by the sight. When he got closer, he found that the senior had a beautiful face, fair skin, a pair of phoenix eyes, a bright look, a crescent eyebrows, a small mouth and a thin lips, and a Korean-style handsome temperament. He thought no wonder he could attract some brain-dead girls.

"I just want to ask, what kind of words can you write?" Ailangzhou raised his head high, like a proud rooster.

"My name is Song Baojun, but everyone calls me 'Song Youjun'." Song Baojun smiled. The calligraphy saint Wang Xizhi's name is Youjun. He called himself Song Youjun, which means he compared himself to Wang Xizhi.

Ai Langzhou couldn't help but turn black: "The toad brags, what a big tone! Who do you think you are?"

This Korean handsome guy has never met Song Baojun before, but he is so aggressive. Others only say that Song Baojun refuted his face before.

Only Song Baojun understood the joint. Ye Jingchun beside him lowered his head, and her gentle eyes were full of chaste. Her eyelashes were long and dense, covering her eyelids softly. Her nose and lips were straight and small, and they were amazingly beautiful.

A beautiful and flawless girl like this is probably the most fundamental reason why the Korean handsome guy provoked Song Baojun regardless of his demeanor.

"Does anyone I am have something to do with you? At least I, Song Youjun, cannot write bad words like you."

Ai Langzhou said coldly: "Since you call yourself Song Youjun, can I dare to ask you to guide me and review my works? What's wrong? Please tell me something!"

"What's the difficulty?" Chief Song Bao stood up, with a teasing smile on his face, and gently twisted Ye Jingchun's tender and smooth face. Ye Jingchun seemed to be electrocuted, and had goose bumps on his neck, so he didn't dare to look up at someone.

Ai Langzhou's eyes were about to spurt anger and turned around and left. Song Baojun followed behind with his shoulders hanging down.

Ke Yuwei on the stage had already started writing under the guidance of Teacher Qiu. This guy was purely called by Qiu Yuancheng, who was neither a major in Chinese nor had much foundation, so he listened to the calligraphy class for half a semester. He still spread the same version of the special-grade jade leather antique and mature prose, and displayed the calligraphy under the crowd.

Others focused on Ailangzhou and Song Baojun.

"Please!" Ai Langzhou stood in front of the "Peach Blossom Temple Song" hanging on the blackboard, and said loudly with anger.

Competition among students is also an important part of classroom education. Qiu Yuancheng did not interrupt, but instead looked at them with interest.

Xie Qilu rushed up with a few brainless fans and stopped Song Baojun. Her eyes widened and she shouted: "Song Baojun, you are going to die. What are the troubles of other people's calligraphy? What qualifications do you have to comment on others? If you have the ability, you can write a good word that can make Zhu Lao stamp it!"

"Oh, Lulu's niece, why are you excited? Are you endocrine disordered?" Song Baojun glanced at Xie Qilu. Xi Caiwei and Qiu Jiali, who were following behind, felt embarrassed and turned their heads to look at him.

"You..." Xie Qilu was furious and was about to roll up her sleeves and argue with Song Baojun.

Ai Langzhou was already very impatient and said coldly: "Student Xie Qilu, please let me go, okay?"

"Okay..." Xie Qilu felt aggrieved and held back her words and walked over, her eyes quietly red. Xi Caiwei quickly cursed Song Baojun's bad words, and her voice was very low.

In the excited and inexplicable gaze of the perverted person, Song Baojun walked over with his hands back with a calm expression, slowly looking at the leader who looked like he was invited to inspect the work.

He looked up and pretended to look at the copybook. While nodding seriously, Ai Langzhou, who was gritting his teeth and waiting for evaluation, was completely favored as the little secretary accompanying the leader.

After he twitched for a long time, Ai Langzhou finally couldn't help but ask, "Hey, have you finished watching?"

Song Baojun said: "I've finished reading it."

"Then you tell me, where did I not write well?"
Chapter completed!