A group of people came to the exchange venue, Yang Dashan and the principal walked in the front, looking at the calligraphy works hanging in the corridor, and finally stopped in front of Ji Bailu's works.

The head teacher of Class A was amazed.

"Whose work is this?"

This is the first sentence that Yang Dashan officially said to the principal.

"This ......"

The principal was about to answer, but he didn't know where to start, when did their school still have such talents?

"It's from our class."

The head teacher of Class A stood up and held his head high, asking for such an opportunity.

Ji Bailu grabbed the corner of his clothes with both hands, he didn't know why, he always felt that something bad would happen, he glanced at the people present, didn't see Ji Qingxi, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Yang, this is my work."

Ji Bailu stood up and became the focus of everyone present.

"Yours? Are you sure? ”

Jimo Yan didn't know when, standing behind Ji Bailu, his cold appearance made Ji Bailu a little stunned.

"Jimo Yan, what do you want to do!"

After the head teacher of Class A saw Jimo Yan, his face changed.

"Didn't Master Yang ask, whose work is this, it's her."

Jimo Yan pointed to Ji Qingxi, who was standing next to him with an embarrassed smile.

Ji Qingxi didn't know what was going on in front of her at all, this was not the script she discussed with Jimo Yan at all, and sure enough, Jimo Yan was a pit goods.

"Jimo Yan, you are messing around!"

"It's an exchange meeting, so it's okay to let them have a discussion."

Unexpectedly, it was Qin Yang who spoke.

Qin Yang stood beside Ji Qingxi, this was the first time that Ji Qingxi felt that Qin Yang seemed to be a good person.

"Sister, what are you doing here?"

As soon as Ji Bailu saw Ji Qingxi standing up, he frowned, and his eyes shifted to Ji Qingxi's hand, and the white bandage seemed to show the extent of the injury.

"What are you doing here?"

Ji Qingxi looked at Ji Bailu, she really didn't like this sister.

"Sister, if you like what I write, I'll give it to you."

Ji Bailu said that he was about to take down the hanging words, Ji Qingxi snorted coldly, stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.

"I tolerate everywhere, it doesn't mean that I am a soft persimmon."

Ji Qingxi approached Ji Bailu and said in a voice that only two people could stand up to.

Ji Bailu's body stiffened, and suddenly he seemed to be frightened, and looked at Ji Qingxi with tears in his eyes.

"Ji Qingxi is crazy."

"That's it, it's okay to be crazy usually, and now it's still like this in front of Master Yang."

"I don't think she can see her sister well." ”

There were constant voices of abuse from the crowd, Ji Qingxi just looked at Ji Bailu quietly, since she was so disregarding the past, don't blame her for being polite.

"Let's compare that."

Yang Dashan observed them for a long time on the side, and seemed to be interested, yes, it seems that today is another good show.

"What is it compared to, it's nothing more than two yellow-haired girls."

The principal can't stand it anymore, isn't this a shame for the Chinese Normal School?

"It doesn't matter, this work is not written by ordinary people."

Yang Dashan's gaze returned to the work, and nodded, it was indeed a masterpiece, and he wanted to know what kind of person could write such a style.

"I have no opinion."

Ji Qingxi agreed very simply, but it was Ji Bailu, who had great mood swings.

"This ...... Not good. ”

Ji Bailu's heart palpitated, although Ji Qingxi's hand couldn't become any climate at the moment, but seeing her so confident, she was still a little worried.

"Don't be afraid, take out your level."

The head teacher of class A only thought she was nervous and patted her on the shoulder.

"I ...... It's good, it's better than it. ”

Ji Bailu's heart is horizontal, no matter how well she writes Ji Qingxi, she has injuries on her hands, and she can't become any climate.

Yang Dashan nodded with satisfaction, turned around and walked in.

"Sister, if you do this, aren't you afraid that your mother will trouble you?"

Ji Bailu approached Ji Qingxi and took out his chips.

"Smack? Get used to it, nothing to fear. ”

Ji Qingxi shook his head with a smile, walked a few steps quickly, stood in front of the calligraphy table, and looked at this set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and suddenly felt that it was a good thing, well, yes, it was a good thing.

"Sister first."

Jimo Yan stood behind Ji Qingxi, looking at Ji Qingxi in front of him, who was a little different from the past, and was a little distracted.

"Sister, I hope you don't regret it."

Ji Bailu's nervous mood just now has relaxed for the most part, as long as she passes today, she can become Yang Dashan's apprentice, and no one dares to look down on her.

Ji Bailu picked up the pen, calmed down, and wrote three big characters on the white paper, although it was a normal level, but it was far from the work hanging outside.

"This ......"

The headmaster held his eyes, and he couldn't see anything special to a layman.

"Headmaster, this kid has a problem, only when he is sleepy, can he play at an extraordinary level."

“……”

Ji Qingxi listened to the explanation of the head teacher of Class A, smiled and shook his head, this kind of reason, only he believes it.

"Sister, if you can't do it, don't hold on."

Ji Bailu was very satisfied with his words, and looked at Ji Qingxi, who was unresponsive on the side.

"The handwriting is good, but it's a pity that it doesn't seem to be very similar to the handwriting outside."

Ji Qingxi didn't care about the so-called sisterhood at all, and was just about to tear off the bandage on her hand, when the hand that was wrapped into a zongzi was suddenly held.

Jimo Yan lowered his head and gently untied the bandages for her, Ji Qingxi had a moment of flashing, when did this guy treat her so well?

Ji Bailu watched from the side, clenched his fists, good, very good, the desire to win in his heart was even stronger.

"Come on."

Jimo Yan unlocked the last layer of protection on Ji Qingxi's hand. Raised an eyebrow at her.

"Neuropathy."

Ji Qingxi hurriedly pulled out her hand, she was almost confused by Jimo Yan's beauty just now.

“……”

The corners of Jimo Yan's mouth twitched.

"You, your hands ......"

Ji Bailu's eyes widened and he took two steps back, how could it be, how could Ji Qingxi's hand be safe and sound?

"I've let you down."

Ji Qingxi smiled mischievously, what she wanted was such an effect.

Ji Bailu's face turned pale in an instant, what else is there to compare with? No, no, she can't make a fool of herself, she can't!

Ji Qingxi picked up the pen and glanced at the crowd present, today, let them see what classical calligraphy is.

Ji Qingxi's wrist was forced, and all his attention was on the white paper, swishing two strokes, leaving handwriting.

The onlookers stepped forward and were dumbfounded when they saw Ji Qingxi's three words.

This...... How is this possible?

Yang Dashan's expression also became serious, he got up from the chair, walked to Ji Qingxi's side, and observed for a while before he said slowly.

"Calligraphy is integrated into the perseverance, courage and enterprising of Confucianism, but also contains the blandness of Lao Zhuang, scattered and quiet and leisurely, and often in a way that does not seek rich changes, in the pen to save the flashiness of the world in order to seek the true taste of the empty and far, look at its strength without losing, the posture is not exaggerated, the handwriting is flowing and the clouds are flowing, masterpieces, masterpieces."

Yang Dashan seems to have received a treasure and praised it without hesitation.