Jin Dezhi clenched his teeth, clenched his fists, and returned to the long table with a determined gaze.

Jin Dezhi held his sleeve with one hand, picked up a brush with the other, and quickly wrote on a piece of rice paper.

Brush!

In an instant, the four big characters of "Binhai Middle School" appeared on the rice paper.

"I'm Cao! Sure enough, I am worthy of the contemporary Wang Xizhi of Huaguo, this character is really well written!"

"Haven't you noticed that these four words of Mr. Jin Dezhi are better than the four words he wrote just now!"

……

On the football field, the students looked at the four words written by Jin Dezhi, exclaimed, praised again and again, even Xiao Xinyan couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, these four words written by Jin Dezhi are indeed better than just now, if they are put on auction at a large-scale auction, these four words will definitely start with tens of millions of gold!

However, for the praise and amazement of the crowd, Jin Dezhi seemed to have not heard it and turned a blind eye.

Jin Dezhi frowned, and picked up the calligraphy work he had written with a solemn expression.

"Teacher Yang, what about this time?" Jin Dezhi cautiously walked in front of Yang Fan, bowed down, and carefully spread out the calligraphy works.

Yang Fan sat on the stool, just glanced at Jin Dezhi's calligraphy works lightly, and then couldn't help but shake his head.

Click!

Jin Dezhi did not hesitate, and directly tore out the four words he had just written again.

Quiet!

The audience was silent, and the pin drop could be heard.

The crowd's mouths were wide enough to stuff an egg, and they never expected that Jin Dezhi would tear up the calligraphy work he had just written.

On the side, Xiao Xinyan was also secretly speechless, and he was speechless for a while.

However, Jin Dezhi didn't say a word, returned to the long table with a calm expression, took a deep breath, adjusted his state, picked up the brush, and worked hard to write.

Brush!

After about a minute, Jin Dezhi picked up the calligraphy work again and put it in front of Yang Fan.

Yang Fan still glanced at it and didn't say a word.

As a result, there was no accident, and Jin Dezhi once again tore up the calligraphy work he had written.

In this way, in just about ten minutes, Jin Dezhi has already torn off a full thirteen works.

The crowd was already numb and calmly watched all this.

"Teacher Yang, how is this one?" At this time, Jin Dezhi gritted his teeth, bowed down, and once again took the calligraphy work he had written, and came to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan glanced at Jin Dezhi's calligraphy works, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Jin Dezhi's calligraphy works are tangible and not afraid of his gods, calligraphy, there is a lack of feelings, this kind of calligraphy works are far from Wang Xizhi, such as clouds and mud.

At the beginning, in the underworld, Yang Fan and Wang Xizhi drank 10,000 cups of pain, Wang Xizhi was so drunk that he wrote the word flowers casually, and he attracted bees and butterflies, this is God, and what is missing in Jin Dezhi's words is this kind of god.

"Teacher Yang, is this a vice line?" Jin Dezhi asked again hopefully.

Yang Fan looked at Jin Dezhi, Jin Dezhi's perseverance and sincere attitude towards calligraphy moved Yang Fan a little.

Moreover, Jin Dezhi came to Binhai Middle School to write an inscription for Binhai Middle School, if Yang Fan didn't point him out, he would be a little too late.

Yang Fan sighed, shook his head, and was about to speak, however, the students on the football field hurriedly exclaimed: "Don't! Yang Fan, please, don't shake your head again, this is 40 million, don't tear it anymore, my heart hurts!"

"Yang Fan, my brother, my own brother, I beg you to nod. ”

……

On the football field, there was a ghost crying wolf, and even Xiao Xinyan clenched his fists, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

Click!

However, Jin Dezhi did not hesitate and tore off the calligraphy work in his hand again in public.

Jin Dezhi clenched his fists, his knuckles blue, took heavy steps, returned to the long table, picked up the brush, and prepared to continue rewriting.

"Move your palms up three inches to help you get more force when you write. On the rostrum, Yang Fan finally spoke.

Jin Dezhi trembled, and tears appeared in his old eyes.

Jin Dezhi's palm holding the brush hurriedly moved up three inches, and then his head turned stiffly, like a student, looking at Yang Fan respectfully, waiting for Yang Fan's next instruction.

"Raise your body two inches higher to help you gather energy in your calligraphy. As soon as Yang Fan's words fell, Jin Dezhi immediately did so.

"When the tip of the pen falls, when it is like a dragonfly dotting water, the pen edge swims away, when it dances like a dragon and a snake. Yang Fan said as he spoke, Jin Dezhi had already written on the rice paper in front of him according to Yang Fan's words.

"Lighter force, plus three points. ”

"The horizontal line is stretched too short, half an inch longer. ”

"The vertical line is a little more decisive. ”

……

Yang Fan sat on the stool, his eyes squinted, and he talked endlessly, while Jin Dezhi was like a student who had just learned to write, and under the guidance of Yang Fan, he wrote every word stroke by stroke.

Brush!

This time, it only took about half a minute, and the four big characters of "Binhai Middle School" took shape under the pen of Jin Dezhi.

Jin Dezhi took a deep breath, put down the brush in his hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and then looked excitedly at the calligraphy work he had just written.

"Haha!haha!" Jin Dezhi excitedly picked up his calligraphy work, trembling slightly and smirking.

However, the students on the football field exclaimed, "What a word!"

"I'm amazing, my brother, after reading these four words, I actually have an urge to learn. ”

"To be reasonable, these four words are really well written, better than all the previous works. ”

……

The students looked at the work that Jin Dezhi had just written with fascinate eyes and admired it again and again.

Xiao Xinyan trembled even more, his head broke out in a cold sweat, and he said to himself: "This ...... Isn't this Wang Xizhi's note?!"

"Jin Dezhi, your writing is indeed better than just now, but since you are writing according to what I said, the pen is naturally a little stiff. At this time, Yang Fan stood up, looked at Jin Dezhi with a calm expression and said, "Remember the feeling just now, and then go back and practice diligently, and you will become a well-deserved contemporary Wang Xizhi." ”

At the beginning, in the underworld, Yang Fan had seen with his own eyes how Wang Xizhi practiced calligraphy and how to write words.

Just now, what Yang Fan taught Jin Dezhi was some methods and habits of Wang Xizhi's practice of calligraphy!

"Thank you Teacher Yang! Thank you Teacher Yang!" Jin Dezhi carefully put down the calligraphy work he had just written, and then hurriedly stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Yang Fan to thank him.

"Teacher Yang, can I stay in Binhai Middle School?" At this time, Jin Dezhi suddenly asked tentatively: "Even if you are a calligraphy teacher, you can do it." ”

Thank you for the reward!

(End of chapter)