"0.1 points? Such a difficult task is at least ten points. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info "Some students who were reluctant to go on stage laughed and made fun.

Qiu Yuancheng waved his hand and said: "That's not possible, if someone goes on stage ten times in a row, I don't have to take the test." In this way, I'll take the roll call, and whoever I call will come to power, and I don't want to be deducted ten points. ”

All the students coughed to express their dissatisfaction: "Teacher Qiu, how can there be such a thing, only 0.1 points will be added when you go on stage, and ten points will be deducted if you don't go on stage, it's too despicable!" ”

Qiu Yuancheng ignored it, and directly pointed out the name that had been in his mind for a long time: "Classmate Song Baojun, just now you said that you have admired my prestige since childhood, and you must have practiced, so please come up and show it." ”

"Call me? Let's make a joke! Song Baojun was taken aback, and hurriedly pretended to look left and right with everyone, all looking for the unlucky guy whose name was named by Teacher Qiu. The innocent expression was very similar, if it weren't for Qiu Yuancheng's eyes on him, he was afraid that he would be deceived.

"Song Baojun, don't look at it, it's you who is calling, stand up. You said earlier that calligraphy is a great art, and the theory is good, but after all, you have to see the truth in practice. ”

Song Baojun was helpless, got up and said with a smile: "Teacher Qiu, your course is broad and profound, and I am only a shallow learner, and I only have time to learn one or two percent." Rushing to power may tarnish your reputation, so be spared. I see that this Ke Yuwei student is very hard-working, and I understand that Mr. Qiu's lecture is particularly profound. He pointed to Ke Yuwei, a boy who had a conflict before class: "It's better to let Ke Yuwei go on stage, so as to reflect the level of Teacher Qiu." ”

There were a few laughs waiting to see the show.

Ke Yuwei shouted: "You are nervous! Teacher Qiu's name is you, not me! "I finally cared about the classroom, and I didn't dare to say it.

Song Baojun said: "What? Don't dare to go on stage? Have you been sleeping all the time? Teacher Qiu, I'm reporting! Ke Yuwei sleeps in class! Such an ugly act simply pollutes the sacred classroom, and it is too frustrating. I suggest that this black sheep hidden among the three good students like me be expelled from the classroom and the credits will be cleared to zero. ”

Ke Yuwei was furious, pointed at him and said, "Do you have a kind of saying it again?" ”

Song Baojun shrugged.

Teacher Qiu frowned and said, "Classmate Song Baojun, let you come up, don't push back, and deliberately slander other students." ”

Ke Yuwei immediately said: "Did you hear it, stupid hat!" Teacher Qiu asked you to go up, don't waste everyone's time. ”

"Well, since Mr. Qiu strongly requested, I have no choice but to be disrespectful." Song Baojun had to walk to the podium with his head down. He really hasn't practiced calligraphy for a few days, and his skills are extremely limited.

While walking, he called the literary personality in his mind: "Literature and art, what about literature and art?" Where did the old boy hide? You dare to say that calligraphy is not a kind of art, Lao Tzu has hacked you alive. ”

The literary personality did not speak, it was the philosophical personality who replied: "Yesterday, the ghost energy was excessively consumed, and it has not been replenished so far, which is not enough to integrate any personality." The situation in front of you is not a big problem, and no one is squeezing you, so it is enough to deal with it randomly. ”

"Hey, you're all lazy? Get out there and get to work! If Lao Tzu wants to write great works that will be famous through the ages, it is best for Wang Xizhi, Zhang Xu, Yan Zhenqing or something. ”

"Forget it, it's really just a small problem, you use the ghost energy so cleanly, what do I use to build an imaginary space? The leader has always been very concerned about the progress of our space, and if we don't hurry, we will be scolded. ”

"What kind of bullshit space, after more than a month, you can only see a few blurry shadows, this is also construction?"

Song Baojun scolded a few words, and no one answered in his head.

Qiu Yuancheng spread out the rice paper on the podium, pointed to the brush resting on the inkstone and said, "Please." ”

Dozens of students in the audience immediately looked at each other, including Ke Yuwei's hateful eyes, and there were also a large number of curious eyes of girls and the gloating smiling faces of unfamiliar classmates.

Fortunately, Song Baojun had the experience of facing 3,000 spectators alone in the auditorium, and after taking a deep breath, the tension slowly disappeared.

Standing in a lunge with both feet, holding the edge of the podium with one hand, he lifted the pen with the other hand and licked the tip of the pen on the inkstone, and wrote on the paper.

"The water is bright and sunny...... the first stroke of the water word was written crookedly, and Song Baojun hurriedly turned around and asked, "Teacher Qiu, is this okay?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay." Qiu Yuancheng was noncommittal.

Song Baojun sweated as he wrote. He is really not the material for writing, the writing is twisted and oblique, crooked and backwards, the strokes are big and small, left and right, as messy and ugly as chicken feet. Not to mention the beauty of the bones, willow wind and orchid pavilion, even elementary school students are not as good as them.

Qiu Yuancheng put his hands behind his back and shook his head while watching.

Next is "The mountains are empty and the rain is strange." If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always appropriate to wear heavy makeup. Trembling and trembling finally finished, Su Shi's famous poem "Drinking the Lake After the Rain", the ethereal and ethereal artistic conception described in the poem was completely messed up in his pen, like a puddle of mud.

After the ink was a little dry, Qiu Yuancheng instructed the girl who served the ink to hang up Song Baojun's work. As soon as this painting was displayed, it caused a lot of uproar, and to be honest, it was too ugly. The students here have more or less calligraphy skills, not to mention the flowers and flowers, at least they are also written properly and neatly, and they will not be ridiculed when they are taken out.

Ke Yuwei shouted first: "Song Baojun, you have read twelve books in vain, and you write like this, what kind of calligraphy class do you take?" Teacher Qiu, fire him quickly! He doesn't deserve to be your student! ”

Song Baojun hid his shame, dropped his pen and arched his hand to everyone: "Sacrifice ugliness!" ”

"Offering ugliness? Do you know you're ugly? Ke Yuwei showed no mercy.

Qiu Yuancheng just wanted to comment on one or two, Song Baojun picked up the whip and hung the blackboard on the blackboard and said: "Look at this word, it is simple and clumsy, although it is not in order, in the end, it also has natural humor, back to basics!" Who was born with a good handwriting? It's not like that Ke Yuwei classmate, who is full of ingenuity and has nothing to learn after all. ”

Qiu Yuancheng said: "This ......"

Song Baojun interrupted Mr. Qiu's words and said loudly: "Of course, in the spirit of communication and discussion with Mr. Qiu, I think there is still a lot of room for improvement in my handwriting. You see, the water is shining and the sun is good, this poem is very well written, it is simply twenty-eight words, the beauty of the West Lake is written endlessly, and the metaphor is wonderful and appropriate. For the West Lake, whether it is sunny or rainy, for Xi Shi, whether it is heavy makeup or light makeup, it has not changed its beauty, Chen Yan said in the "Essence of Song Poems" that the last two sentences 'then became the final comment of the West Lake', it is really beautiful, beautiful to the extreme. ”

Originally, he was commenting on calligraphy, but he turned his head and turned the content to the poem itself, which was a lot of rambling. If it is an ancient poetry tasting class, his comment is good, but this is a calligraphy class.

Qiu Yuancheng couldn't bear it anymore, and snatched the whip from Song Baojun's hand and shouted: "Go down!" ”

Everyone burst into laughter, and the girl who served the ink leaned back and fell back with laughter, and a thick tube of snot was about to erupt.

Song Baojun turned sideways and avoided it in a chic manner, and arched his hand: "Accept and accept." He shook his shoulders and returned to his seat amid the applause of the students, smiling and nodding to everyone. The girl who served the ink was ashamed and hurriedly squatted behind the podium to wipe her nose.

Qiu Yuancheng's face turned pale, and he opened the calligraphy and said, "This word is too bad, there is no need to explain it." Let's take a look at the features of Su Shi's calligraphy work "Red Cliff Fu". ”

Many people next to him looked at Song Baojun sympathetically, and the calligraphy he wrote was said by the tutor in public, which was really embarrassing.

Song Baojun didn't realize it, and still spread out his books and listened to the lecture. In the middle of class, my elbow was touched, and when I looked back, a boy with a big cake face next to me handed me a note.

It was written in crooked handwriting: "I also Xi Huan Su Shi's poems!" Can we discuss it with you after class? ”

That's right, my favorite Xi character and Su Shi's Shi character are Hanyu Pinyin, and the subject and object are in the wrong place. Just like when primary school students learn to write, they often use pinyin to replace them with pinyin when they encounter any words when they first learn to write, and the grammar is full of errors and omissions, representing the lowest level.

But here's a college classroom! None of the people who can get into this university are idiots.

Song Baojun frowned and asked the pie-faced boy, "Who passed it on?" ”

The flatbread-faced boy pointed ahead: "I don't know either, that is, I want to pass it on to you." ”

Song Baojun looked forward and saw a woman with a face as black as the bottom of a pot in the front rows smiling back at him. The woman had a wide nose and a wide mouth, dark and shiny skin, and grinned, revealing only two rows of shiny white teeth in midair. - It was a female student from Nigeria, who looked like chocolate mixed with milk, which was very eye-catching.

No wonder the Chinese characters are so badly written.

Song Baojun's heart almost jumped out of his chest, and he hurriedly squeezed out a smiling face that was more ugly than crying, and turned around and handed the note to the student behind him: "Classmate, that Nigerian girl wants to be friends with you." ”

"What?" The classmate looked dazed.

"There's a girl who wants to be friends with you!" Song Baojun raised his voice slightly.

The classmate happily put away the note and said, "Thank you, I will invite you to dinner next time." ”

"You're welcome, as a living Lei Feng, this is what I should do."

Qiu Yuancheng explained, and let the students practice for half an hour, and the bell rang after class.

Song Baojun walked to the back door with the flow of people with his books in his hand, and saw a beautiful girl standing on the edge of the corridor at the front door, looking at the crowd that poured out one after another.

The girl wears a blue knee-length skirt and fish-mouth wedge shoes, with white knitted shoulders on top and long shawl hair with thick bangs.

With a height of more than 1.7 meters, his figure is said to be thin, and his long legs are straight and straight. The face is very delicate, the eyes are bright and the teeth are bright, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the lips are as smooth as water. I don't dare to say that she is a peerless beauty, at least at the level of Liu Xiyue.

Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a monthly pass. (To be continued.) )