Chapter 11 This is called calligraphy

But since he went to school, Wang Yao has used a ballpoint pen and a fountain pen for a long time, and he was not only a little emotional after watching the middle-aged teacher on the stage holding the pen and writing a beautiful good character on rice paper. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Looking at Wang Yao's somewhat excited expression, Zheng Jingjing frowned slightly, "You can also write calligraphy?"

"That's called calligraphy. Wang Yao glanced at Zheng Jingjing.

Zheng Jingjing, who was blinded for the first time, was stunned, and then turned her head a little angrily and saw a strange smile on the opposite table.

"Zhao Kai. Zheng Jingjing frowned deeply and stabbed Wang Yao.

Wang Yao followed Zheng Jingjing's gaze, and the smile on Zhao Kai's handsome face made him a little annoyed, especially when he thought of the broken warm pot corpse yesterday, it hurt even more.

But now Wang Yao is not too afraid of Zhao Kai, because he has a system, and when his body is strong, it will be good to solve it by force, if it is compared to IQ, Wang Yao thinks that Zhao Kai and his few younger brothers together are in vain.

But now, Wang Yao's force value is still very low, and he still doesn't cause trouble, so he pulled Zheng Jingjing's sleeve, turned his head and continued to look at the projection screen on the white screen.

Wang Yao's instigation made Zheng Jingjing decide to be reasonable, but he didn't feel that he was a bag, anyway, he was used to it, and he also looked at the podium.

"The so-called goodness is like water, and the teacher's good writing is beautiful. The middle-aged teacher in the long coat on the podium said proudly.

There was a commotion from the students.

"Let's come up with two students and write a water character to experience the charm of calligraphy. The teacher in the long coat smiled and said, "Who wants to come up and try?"

Nowadays, students rarely know how to write calligraphy, and it will be embarrassing if they don't write well, but there are still a few students who raise their hands, especially when they see Zhao Kai with a wicked smile raising their hands, Wang Yao has a bad premonition.

This product doesn't even have to write pen words, and it will be a ghost if you can write brush words.

After Zhao Kai was named by the teacher, he got up and walked towards Wang Yao with a hippie smile.

Wang Yao's breath stagnated, and he frowned and looked at Zhao Kai's hand on his shoulder.

Zheng Jingjing glanced at Wang Yao's ugly face, and said coldly, "Zhao Kai, the teacher asked you to go up." ”

"Yo, is it really a personal bodyguard?" Zhao Kai glanced at Zheng Jingjing with a smile, and then with a strong arm, he dragged Wang Yao up, and walked towards the podium with an intimate expression, "Go brother, I know you write well, show your hand to your classmates." ”

Zhao Kai is a celebrity in high school, basically belongs to the kind of person who carries the handle, especially the fact that he specifically bullied Wang Yao, which has spread in the past few years, he pulled Wang Yao to the stage, so there must be a lot of excitement to watch.

Some boys gloated and looked at the stage, waiting to see Wang Yao's jokes, including Wang Yao's class leader, Liu Yan.

He was very unhappy when Zheng Jingjing moved to Wang Yao's seat today, he had a crush on Zheng Jingjing for a long time, and moved to Zheng Jingjing's seat with him as the squad leader.

Zheng Jingjing took the initiative to move to Wang Yao's side, which made Liu Yan feel very unhappy.

What's even more unpleasant is Wang Yao, he guessed when he saw that Zhao Kai had been fiddling with the box of ink since he came to power, and he must have wanted to splash himself with ink, or deliberately throw it on his face or something, in short, there are many very naïve and low-level pranks.

The gown teacher handed out brushes to several students on stage and taught them how to hold them.

Taking advantage of the teacher's turn of his head, Zhao Kai held the brush that was still dripping ink in his left hand, and held the ink cartridge that had not yet been buckled in his right hand, showing a strange smile at Wang Yao.

Wang Yao was shocked in his heart, and suddenly a flash of inspiration silently recited the "aura of bad luck" in his heart

A black aura invisible to the naked eye shrouded the top of Zhao Kai's head.

At the same time, Zhao Kai raised the brush in his left hand, grinned and wanted to throw it at Wang Yao.

Wang Yao instinctively took a step back, but he didn't want the teacher in the long coat, who had been standing behind Zhao Kai with his back, suddenly turned around, Zhao Kai's raised arm was bumped by the teacher, and in a hurry, the other hand went to hold the table to control the balance.

Wang Yao watched the bottle of ink with the lid fly into the air and spin in a circle in the air in an extremely subtle arc, and the pitch-black ink sprinkled straight on Zhao Kai's mouth before he had time to close it.

"! Bah!" Zhao Kai, who had eaten a mouthful of ink, bent over and vomited wildly.

Wang Yao looked at the ink cartridge lying at his feet still dripping with ink, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly to reveal an invisible smile.

Zhao Kai's embarrassment of eating ink was seen by everyone, and there was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Zhao Kai spit out twice, quickly stood up, covered his mouth, and ran out with red eyes.

As soon as I ran to the door, I probably didn't see the steps, or I fell straight down with a scream on my foot, and my head smashed steadily into the garbage bin at the door, and everyone's laughter was even louder.

Several teachers hurriedly walked over to help, but before they could get there, they saw Zhao Kai crawling up from the ground with a garbage can and running outside.

Wang Yao smacked his lips, thinking that this aura of bad luck was really terrifying, and he should use it with caution in the future.

"There was a little accident. The farce caused by Zhao Kai made the classroom chaotic, and the teacher in the long coat held a megaphone to preside over the order loudly, and after the scene calmed down, he said, "Please sit in place, let's continue the class." ”

"Teacher, he drank all the ink. Wang Yao took the ink box, and his voice was transmitted through the loudspeaker.

The classroom was silent for a second, then burst into louder laughter.

"Aha, who is this buddy, he is so good at mending knives. ”

"Yo, hehe, this Wang Yao is going to heaven, and he is not afraid that Zhao Kai will trouble him. ”

"Wang Yao is taking every opportunity to take revenge, haha. ”

"Interesting, Wang Yao actually learned to die. ”

"Hey, haha, why didn't you find Wang Yao so black-bellied before?" said a girl with a smile

Listening to the various laughter around her, Zheng Jingjing restrained the smile just now and became a little worried.

Yes, Wang Yao said this kind of thing, if it reached Zhao Kai's ears, it would be miserable.

The teacher in the long coat looked at the classroom that he had finally calmed down and became hot again, and shook his head helplessly, "You kid really know how to tell the truth." ”

Wang Yao smiled, put the ink cartridge on the table, and looked at a set of inkstones on the other side, "This inkstone is not an ornament." ”

"Do you know?" the teacher in the long coat glanced at Wang Yao with some differences.

"Well, I saw it when I was a kid. Wang Yao nodded, "Teacher, can I use that?"

"Looks like you can write, too. The gown teacher smiled, "Use it, it won't be much anyway." ”

Wang Yao was overjoyed, picked up the inkstone, ordered the mineral water on the table, took the inkstone and began to grind the inkstone.

Wang Yao's gentle strength and unified trajectory when grinding the inkstone made the long coat teacher's eyes light up, "Yo, I didn't expect to meet a little expert?"

Wang Yao smiled shyly.