"Hahahaha!"

Listening to Yang Mobai's words, the old teacher couldn't help but laugh.

"Very good, very good, let's go, see how these little guys are written?

I don't know if the old teacher laughed at what he said well, or if he laughed at what he said badly, the two sentences without a beginning and no end are very good, and the ghost knows what he refers to.

Here, Yang Mobai and the old teacher were preparing to go over, and Wang Chang over there couldn't wait to rush to the front of the case, grabbed the brush and was about to put it down.

"Uh, what, what am I writing?"

Just when the tip of the pen was only 0.01 centimeter away from the rice paper, Wang Chang's hand suddenly stopped, and he looked at the tall and thin officer with a little embarrassment.

"That's it for this "Lanting Collection Preface"!"

The tall and thin officer, who was a little weird and looked at by Wang Chang, subconsciously touched his nose, picked up a scroll on the table next to him and didn't look at it, and handed it over directly.

It's just that the tall and thin officer was happy, and Wang Chang's face turned black directly.

Just now, the one in the back has just finished commenting on Shusheng's "He Ru Ti", here you have a more disadvantageous "Lanting Collection Preface"? Something!

Seeing that the tall and thin officer put the volume of "Lanting Collection Preface" on his desk, Wang Chang couldn't say anything.

"No matter, it makes no difference anyway!"

Scratching his eyebrows with the end of the brush, Wang Chang simply turned his heart horizontally, and the tip of the pen fell directly on the inkstone.

"Dean Peng!"

When Wang Chang was writing diligently, the old teacher and Yang Mobai also came over, but this time they didn't stop the tall and thin officer from saying hello.

"Peng Yuan?"

Yang Mobai, who was behind Dean Peng, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard the greeting from the tall and thin officer, and secretly said badly.

A little half a day ago, the tall and thin officer mentioned that the deputy dean of the Faculty of Arts was surnamed Peng, and combined with his respectful attitude, it was self-evident who the old teacher in front of him who was called Dean Peng was.

"The class has an axe, the thief is embarrassed!"

Dean Peng turned his back to Yang Mobai, and the eyes of the tall and thin officers were on Dean Peng, but no one paid attention to Yang Mobai's unpredictable face.

"Hmm!"

Nodding, in response to the greeting of the tall and thin officer, Dean Peng put his hands behind his back, poked his head out from behind Wang Chang, and quietly watched Wang Chang graffiti there.

"Your way of holding the pen is wrong, this is the way of the hard pen, and the soft pen should stand up!"

Stretching out his hand to pick up another brush on the pen stand, Dean Peng gave Wang Chang a demonstration.

"Oh oh oh!"

Looking at the hand in front of him, Wang Chang nodded subconsciously and adjusted according to Dean Peng's posture.

"Well, yes, that's it, take your time~"

Nodding, Dean Peng did not judge Wang Chang's words, and walked over to the next classmate.

While walking, I chatted with the tall and thin officer.

"Tut-tut, Lao Wang, you ...... word"

Seeing Dean Peng walk away, Yang Mobai behind him stepped forward in three or two steps, stood next to Wang Chang, raised his chin left and right, shook his head slowly, and let out a slight sigh in his mouth.

"Just say whatever you want to say, don't be like Old Tang's ghost, it's very bad!"

Slanting his eyes, he glanced at Yang Mobai's side face, and Wang Chang pursed his lips angrily.

"Tsk, it's hard to say, you can write it so seriously, you are really a master!"

Such an obvious ridicule made Wang Chang's face darken, raised his right hand holding the pen, and put an elbow on Yang Mobai's chest.

"Oops!"

Seeing Dean Peng and the tall and thin officer walking forward, and the other three classmates who were writing seriously also raised their heads, Yang Mobai hurriedly closed his mouth and laughed twice.

"Something, don't let me talk about the poor writing!"

"What's the matter, this baby just has a temper, you bite me!"

With a light snort, Wang Chang paused with his right hand holding the brush, turned around and stuffed the brush into Yang Mobai's hand.

"Come, Lao Yang, you dislike me so much, and you still say so much, you can write it to me!"

"Why are you going to fake, if I write it, you will be completely cold!"

"It doesn't matter, I know what level I have, I just want to see what you wrote, come on, come on, ignore the previous lump of ink, and then write this sentence 'The sky is clear, the wind is harmonious'!"

"Did I really write it?"

"Hurry up, don't talk nonsense!"

"Okay, okay!"

Taking the brush in Wang Chang's hand, putting the tip of the pen on the inkstone and gently brushing it, Yang Mobai slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Yao Yuan, how is the new recruitment this time?"

"Huh?"

The tall and thin officer who was still there watching Wang Chang write, that is, Yao Yuan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed.

"Dean, we're only going to recruit ten people this year, and now there are eight of them that I think are pretty good, and the works they copy are on the table, and I'll show them to the president when I go back."

He gestured to the long table by the window.

"Well, eight is a lot!"

"But where did Weng Feng go?"

"Well, the president ......"

was suddenly asked by Dean Peng, Yao Yuan squeaked for a while.

"Looking for a girlfriend again?"

"Hehehe!"

He didn't dare to answer this, Yao Yuan had to smirk.

"This kid, okay, I'll take a look at the words of those eight people first!"

Looking in the direction Yao Yuan pointed, sure enough, there were several pieces of rice paper tiled on it, and some of the ink had not yet dried.

Seeing this, Dean Yao did not continue to walk towards the four people who were writing seriously, but turned around and came to the window and picked up the nearest one.

"Spring worm and autumn snake!"

"Huh?"

Yao Yuan still likes this character in Dean Peng's hand, this student copied the words of the grass saint Zhang Xu, and the elegant cursive script really made Yao Yuan envious, but it turned out to be such an evaluation from Dean Peng!

"Dean, isn't this word very good, the writing is elegant, and it is done in one go!"

"Humph!"

With a soft snort, Dean Peng turned around and shouted.

"The classmate I just talked to, come on!"

“？？？”

Of course, Yang Mobai also heard Dean Peng's call, and he subconsciously raised his head as he was writing, looking ahead suspiciously.

"Huh?"

At the same time, Dean Peng, who turned around, also saw Yang Mobai who was writing.

Without waiting for Yang Mobai to come back to his senses, Dean Peng took the lead and walked over.

"The gesture is euphemistic and subtle, like flowing water, the body is beautiful, the bones are delicate, and the dot painting is sparse and dense. Not bad, yes, but it has a bit of a book saint feeling! ”

"Yao Yuan, tell Weng Feng, I accepted this classmate!"

"Oh oh oh, okay!"

Dean Peng spoke, what else could Yao Yuan say, of course, he nodded again and again.

"By the way, what's your name?"

Only then did he remember that he didn't know the name, Dean Peng moved his gaze to Yang Mobai's face.

"My name is Yang Mobai!"

"Okay, Xiao Yang, come and take a look at this painting and talk about the value!"

Nodding, Dean Peng took Yang Mobai directly to the cursive script in front of the long table.

"It's okay, be bold and say it!"

"Get the form, you can't be godly, it's worthless......"