After the English test, it was already noon.

In line with the idea of "not abandoning, not giving up", after lunch, Cheng Yu invited Qin Jiu to his office and decided to develop Qin Jiu's artistic potential.

There are many art subjects in the experimental high school, and not only students in the art class can participate, but also students in other classes can participate according to their interests.

After all, a red heart prepares with both hands.

If you are a top student with artistic expertise, don't bury your artistic expertise.

If you are an ordinary student and feel that it is difficult for you to get into the university by relying on cultural courses, you can also take the path of an art student.

"Qin Jiu, have you ever studied sketching?"

"Nope."

I can't sketch, and art is definitely not playful.

"What about dance?"

"Nope."

"Have you played the piano or not, and what level did you get in?"

"I haven't taken the test."

In these years, what child has no artistic expertise, has not learned such a popular Western instrument as the piano, or has learned folk music?

"Then ......" Cheng Yu swept the school's art student subject table, "what about the guzheng?" ”

"I haven't taken the test either."

"Violin, erhu, pipa......" Cheng Yu said more than a dozen musical instruments in one mouth, "Which one have you tested?" ”

"I haven't even taken the test."

Cheng Yu was secretly speechless and didn't notice.

Qin Jiu said "I haven't taken the test", not "I won't".

Cheng Yu swept through several small art classes opened by the school, became a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and finally tried.

"Do you know how to write calligraphy?"

"Yes."

Cheng Yu let out a long breath.

God, there is finally one thing that will.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a calligraphy class."

The experimental high school implements a day class system, and the courses of art and physical education are all small classes.

In the calligraphy class, several students are practicing, including Ye Nanxing, who is a top student in the rocket class, and calligraphy is just a hobby.

Seeing Qin Jiu coming in, her writing movements paused slightly.

How did she get here?

Cheng Yu said politely: "Teacher Chen, this is Qin Jiu, a new transfer student in our class, she said that she can write calligraphy, I will bring her over to try." ”

"Really?" The teacher who teaches calligraphy, Chen Miao, is the apprentice of the master of Chinese painting, Chi Tianye, and when he sees such a fairy-like little girl, it is easy to have a good impression, "Classmate Qin, how many years have you written?" ”

"More than nine years."

She didn't know exactly how many years.

After all, she doesn't remember anything before she was nine years old.

More than nine years, so long?

Looking at this appearance and temperament, he should be a smart child.

Chen Yu put down the pen in his hand and stood aside.

"Come, write a few words, and the teacher will take a look."

Seeing this, several students in the calligraphy class also came over curiously, and Ye Nanxing also came over and stood next to the case.

Qin Jiu reached out and picked up the brush on the pen stand, unlike other students' five-finger pencil holding method, Qin Jiu only used his thumb and index finger to hold the pen.

That posture, no matter how you look at it, looks like a primary school student who has just learned to write.

Hah-

The audience laughed, and the corners of Ye Nanxing's lips twitched.

Qin Jiu didn't pay attention to everyone's laughter, and picked up the pen to write, but before the tip of the pen touched the paper, Chen Yu had already snatched her pen away.

"You'd better go back and practice and get a pen first!"

I can't hold a pen, and I say that I have been writing for nine years?

Such a good Red Star rice paper is not a waste for her.

Cheng Yu was helpless, so he had to take Qin Jiu to the acting class.

The teacher of the acting class was an old professor who retired from the Imperial Capital Drama Academy, and when he saw Qin Jiu, he was amazed.

Appearance, superior.

Small face, photogenic.

Temperament, outstanding.

The timbre is beautiful.

Good seedlings!

"Classmate Qin, have you ever studied acting?"

"Nope."

"It's okay, let's give it a try. What do you do if someone bullies you? ”

Qin Jiu's face was expressionless: "Call back."

"Ahem!" The old professor smiled, "This kid is really humorous! If you get the first place in your class, you'll be happy, right? ”

Qin Jiu's face was expressionless: "What's so happy about first?"

The old professor still didn't give up: "What if...... Just if, ah, your loved one dies suddenly, you must be sad, right? ”

Qin Jiu thought about it seriously: "Teacher, what does it feel like to be sad?" ”

Old Professor: ......

Cheng Yu: ......

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I, Childe, what do you write, Ruxue has opened a new book again.

Well, a new attempt.

If the little lord likes it, that's great.

If you don't like it, please delete the book and scold it three times, so you don't have to waste server resources to hurt each other.

The hostess Miji Zino, cold-blooded.

The three views in the book do not represent the author's three views, the author is only shallow in learning, and he can't write profound content, which is a refreshing little sweet article.

Anything that does not conform to reality is the author's private design, and all the content is apocryphal, please do not link it to reality.

New book period,The update time is temporarily elusive.,I'm sure I'll be notified.。

Thanks a lot.

Take a bow.

Retreat.