"Sorry, I forgot to put my phone on silent!"

Ye Sanqian stood up and said slightly embarrassed.

"Don't say anything, if you don't respect me, you're not qualified to learn my calligraphy, get out!"

Professor Wang Kaixuan said in a deep voice that he hated being disturbed when writing and lecturing the most in his life.

"I respect you as an elder, and I see that you are very accomplished in calligraphy, so I apologize to you and be respectful, but now I am a little disappointed, you are just a fanatic who is arrogant and arrogant!"

Ye Sanqian's face became gloomy, and he said in a cold voice: "Let me tell you the truth, your calligraphy realm seems to others to be very meaningful, but it is really shallow in front of me, so you are not qualified to teach me at all!"

The classroom that was originally whispering suddenly fell silent, and its face was quite exciting.

Oh my God, this little white-faced duck who relies on women is really inflated, Professor Wang Kaixuan is one of the most famous calligraphers in Tianhai City, and there is an endless stream of people who come to ask for words, and they dare to say that they are not qualified to teach him, especially a brainless pen.

Do you really think that you can do whatever you want by hugging the thighs of two powerful women, Lian Xingxue and Lin Honglian?

In addition, Professor Wang Kaixuan is the vice principal of the school, his qualifications are quite old, and he has a good relationship in Tianhai City, even the patriarchs of those big families are extremely polite to talk to.

Therefore, this Ye Sanqian is finished, and he is bound to be expelled.

Immediately, the smile of schadenfreude at the corner of his mouth became more and more intense, and it was best to be expelled, and he really disdained to be in the same class as a little white-faced duck.

Lian Xingxue's little hand secretly tugged at Ye Sanqian's pants under the table, winked at him vigorously, and signaled Ye Sanqian not to be impulsive.

Wang Kaixuan's eyes were gloomy and terrifying, his eyes were full of anger, and he laughed angrily: "Listen to your tone, your calligraphy realm is very high, as long as you can prove that your calligraphy realm is higher than mine, then I apologize to you, but if you are making trouble with me and bragging, then you can leave the school, and it is useless for anyone to intercede!"

"Okay, then keep your eyes open and be ready to be shocked!"

Ye Sanqian looked at Lian Xingxue with great confidence and said, "Come up and help me grind and lay paper!"

"Uh-huh!"

Lian Xingxue nodded obediently and walked up.

Seeing this, this little white face has a bit of a trick, and he actually taught Lian Xingxue to be so well-behaved and obedient, it shouldn't be drugged.

Lian Xingxue spread a piece of rice paper on the lectern, and then slowly studied the ink.

The other students gathered around curiously.

Professor Wang Kaixuan looked at Ye Sanqian with his arms crossed, and he was still extremely angry in his heart, but as a teacher, he was unwilling to fire a student at will.

As long as Ye Sanqian apologizes now, he can forgive and retract the gambling contract just now.

But to his disappointment, Ye Sanqian's face was indifferent, and the corners of his mouth were full of confidence, could it be that this kid's calligraphy is really realm?

Immediately shook his head, impossible, calligraphy needs years of precipitation, as well as the baptism of one's own experience, to achieve something.

This Ye Sanqian is only sixteen years old, how is it possible.

After finishing the ink grinding, Ye Sanqian picked up the brush, and many classmates laughed in an instant, the posture of holding the pen was not right, this guy is definitely a layman.

Just dare to speak wildly, it's really a brainless one.

I'll wait for you to be expelled.

And Wang Kaixuan couldn't help but be surprised, because he found that when Ye Sanqian lifted the pen, he exuded a unique temperament.

This temperament is familiar to him.

This is the temperament that only everyone has in calligraphy.

The next moment.

Ye Sanqian waved his pen vigorously, and the surroundings were very quiet, only the sound of ink rubbing on the paper.

Thirty seconds later.

Stop writing.

There are eight more words on the rice paper.

Learn to heal the sick and save the wounded.

"Good words, really good words!"

Wang Kaixuan's eyes were shocked, and he couldn't help but say loudly: "Wonderful, the penmanship is exquisite, the pen is chic and elegant, the gesture is euphemistic and subtle, like flowing water, the body is beautiful, the bones are delicate, the dot painting is sparse and dense, and the most commendable thing is that the character revealed between the fonts is definitely a master's level!"

The onlookers were also dumbfounded, although they didn't know much about calligraphy, they could also see that the characters were so beautiful and tasteful.

It was as if it were not a word, but a person standing here.

Wang Kaixuan was grumpy but very personable, and said to Ye Sanqian, "Old eyes are dizzy, your words are stronger than me in terms of font and spirit, I am ashamed of myself, I apologize to you!"

Ye Sanqian shook his head and smiled, "I was a little impulsive in my words just now, and I apologize to you!"

"Hehe, there is no need to apologize to each other, the so-called no quarrel and no acquaintance, your words are very distinctive, we can have a good discussion when we have time!"

Wang Kaixuan said with a smile, but his eyes were on those eight words, and he admired it in his heart, wonderful, absolutely amazing.

"No problem!"

Ye Sanqian nodded.

The other students admired Professor Wang's truthfulness and shamelessness, as well as Ye Sanqian's unfrantic and modest character.

This is the true style of a master.

"It's better to do this, you'll give this lesson today!"

Wang Kaixuan's eyes flickered, and he said.

He is very obsessed with calligraphy, and finally met someone with such deep attainments that he can't wait to hear Ye Sanqian's understanding of calligraphy.

"It's not good!"

Ye Sanqian hesitated.

"Nothing suitable, this is the school, and the master is the teacher!"

Wang Kaixuan shook his head and said.

"Alright then!"

Ye Sanqian was no longer hypocritical, and nodded in agreement.

And Wang Kaixuan sat next to Lian Xingxue.

Ye Sanqian groaned slightly, and then began to narrate, while talking about the origin and development, classification and characteristics of characters, he used a brush to write words on the rice paper of the blackboard.

There are crazy scripts, there are cursive scripts, there are regular scripts, there are official scripts....

Each has its own characteristics, but all of them are extremely beautiful.

The sun shone on Ye Sanqian's body through the window, wrapping him in a layer of golden light, at this moment he is Li Bai's poems and immortal poems, and at this moment he is Wang Xizhi's hard work to write books and pass them on through the ages.

The kind of gentle and elegant atmosphere exuded by the whole body is extremely obsessed with many female students.

Then with the deepening of the narration, the font is gradually changing, becoming a unique word, Ye Sanqian said in a deep voice, "In short, the word is actually the sustenance of the spirit, which has a form and a character, what we have to do is to learn other people's words, imitate other people's words, and finally practice our own words!"

But the most important thing is that you must practice before you practice calligraphy!"

Bang bang bang .....!

Wang Kaixuan was the first to applaud, and then the classroom burst into warm applause.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Wang Kaixuan couldn't help but exclaim.

"Sacrifice ugliness, sacrifice ugliness!"

Ye Sanqian smiled slightly and walked off the podium.

At this time, the bell rang for the end of class.

Wang Kaixuan looked at Ye Sanqian and said with a smile, "If you have time, you must go to me to learn calligraphy, and you can go to me if you have anything!"

"Okay!"

Ye Sanqian nodded in agreement.

Immediately, Wang Kaixuan reluctantly left, and the others in the classroom looked at each other, is this guy really a little white-faced duck? ?

That's great, isn't it?

Many female classmates even had to throw themselves into their arms.