"You're welcome, don't be so restrained, just sit down!"

Taking Yang Mobai into his office, Dean Peng sat down behind his desk, raised his hand and gestured to Yang Mobai.

"Oh, okay!"

After glancing around, Yang Mobai sat in the guest seat according to his words.

It wasn't until this time that Yang Mobai knew that although his temples were a little white, he could clearly see that the handsome old professor in his youth was called "Peng Huan".

"Xiao Yang, who did you learn this handwriting from?"

After Yang Mobai sat down, Dean Peng picked up the white porcelain teacup on the table and took a sip before speaking again.

"I learned from my grandfather!"

Stunned for a moment, Yang Mobai hurriedly replied.

"So it's still a family heirloom, very good, very good, compared to your grandfather, it's also a big family!"

Hearing this, Dean Peng nodded curiously.

"Everyone doesn't dare to be, after my grandfather retired, he became the vice president of writing in Qinan City, and he usually writes with that group of old guys when he has nothing to do, teaching newcomers and the like, which can be regarded as enriching his life."

"Qinan City, vice president of the Book Association?"

Hearing Yang Mobai's answer, Dean Peng groaned, and his index finger tapped rhythmically and slowly on the desk.

"Your grandfather's surname is Xu?"

As if thinking of something, Dean Peng tapped his fingers on the table and looked at Yang Mobai with some uncertainty.

"Hey, Dean Peng, do you know my grandfather?"

Hearing Peng Huan ask, Yang Mobai's eyes suddenly widened, nodded his head, and replied curiously.

"That's right, it's called Xu Fengnian!"

"It's really Old Xu!"

Receiving Yang Mobai's affirmative answer, Peng Huan suddenly laughed.

"I know, but it's not familiar, when I was your age, I was fortunate to get his old man's teachings once!"

"Oh~"

I didn't expect there to be such a relationship, Yang Mobai let out a long sigh.

"So we're still brothers, hahaha!"

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

Regarding Peng Huan's ridicule, Yang Mobai hurriedly said that he didn't dare.

What about the joke, how many years ago, so far away that I don't know which ditch the relationship is, how dare Yang Mobai cling, or obediently pretend to be a grandson.

"Actually, I came to you because I had something to tell you!"

Peng Huan's words made Yang Mobai's heart burst suddenly, and he said secretly.

"The show is coming!"

After talking to Dean Peng for so long, Yang Mobai waited for his words, so Yang Mobai would not be naïve to think that Peng Huan came to him just to talk about the world, and by the way, calculate the distance between the two.

"Dean, you say!"

"That's the case, at the end of this year, our Xianlin City, there is a calligraphy competition, which is sponsored by the Provincial Party Committee, and then undertaken by the Municipal Party Committee, co-organized by the Municipal Calligraphy Association, and our calligraphy club happens to have the qualifications, as the instructor of the calligraphy club, I have the obligation to help the calligraphy club recruit a few more people to participate!"

With a deep groan, Dean Peng said.

"That's not right, dean, our calligraphy club shouldn't be without talents, right?"

Looking at Peng Huan suspiciously, Yang Mobai was a little puzzled.

It stands to reason that although the calligraphy club has recruited ten people this year, it is indeed a bit pitiful, but a club like the calligraphy club that has been rated five stars should not be the kind that is full of talents?

"That's right!"

Smiling awkwardly, Peng Huan explained.

"There is a precondition for this calligraphy competition, which requires all contestants to be freshmen, and then you know our situation!"

As soon as Peng Huan said this, Yang Mobai understood everything, the freshmen, this alone directly forced the calligraphy club of Xianlin University to death.

When he followed Peng Huan to the office before, Dean Peng asked Yang Mobai to look at the eight works selected by Yao Yuan one by one that he thought were okay, although Yang Mobai didn't say anything at the time, but he knew in his heart that if those works were left in the calligraphy club to play by himself, it might be okay, but if you really take them out for competition, it will be a little hanging!

Although Yang Mobai is clear, he doesn't want to take this job very eagerly.

Yang Mobai's grandfather, that is, Mr. Xu Fengnian, taught him that writing is for self-cultivation, not to go out to fight, when does everyone really care about those false names, even if they win? Is calligraphy difficult to improve? If you have that time, you might as well study more, communicate more, and learn more!

Yang Mobai thought so.

The conversation with Peng Huan has been going on for a long time, there are exchanges in calligraphy, there are also academic discussions, although he and Peng Huan have only met for the first time, but Yang Mobai feels that the two are inexplicably in love, many preferences or something, Peng Huan is very interested in him, especially some ways to behave in the world, Peng Huan can always wake up Yang Mobai with a word, that feeling, just like a bosom friend in ancient times.

Although they only got along very happily, until Yang Mobai finally said goodbye and left, he did not explicitly agree to the matter that Peng Huan asked.

……

"Wow, Lao Bai is back!"

Hearing this voice, three black lines suddenly appeared on Yang Mobai's forehead.

Needless to say, guess with his toes, he knows that the owner of the voice is Tang Yu, that is, this thing will change his nickname if he has nothing to do, what Lao Yang, Lao Mo, Lao Bai, Lao Bai, and even dear...... Anyway, if you can't think of it, there's nothing he can't shout.

"If you have something to say, don't think about anything!"

Stretched out his hand and snatched the freshly peeled apple in Tang Yu's hand, and after taking a hard bite, he stuffed it back into his hand.

Yang Mobai chewed the apple in his mouth while throwing Tang Yu a perfect back.

"Wow, Lao Yang, why are you so disgusting!"

"As soon as I walked to the door, I heard your voice, the name of the big mouth, worthy of the name!"

As she was talking, Mao Qianpei also walked in from outside the door with a smile.

"Ah, Sister Maomao finished dancing?"

It is not taboo that his apple has been bitten by Yang Mobai, Tang Yu looked at Mao Qianpei while biting the missing apple.

"Sister Maomao, you are not kind, you don't tell me about dancing, I have been looking for a long time, I went to the dance room to find it, and people said that the cleaning aunt said that she was not there to rehearse today!"

"You didn't ask, and besides, it's just a dance practice, what's there to see?"

Scooping a handful of water on the sink, he flushed his face casually, and Mao Qianpei didn't say much.

"Cut, I'm not looking at you......"

"He wants to see his beautiful, dignified, elegant, sexy, cute, and perfect Miss Tan Shuya!"

Without waiting for Tang Yu to finish speaking, Wang Chang took off the headphones on his ears, and regardless of whether those adjectives were accurate or not, he threw them all out anyway.

What Tang Yu said was a relaxed look.

"It's hopeless!"

Pursed her lips silently, Mao Qianpei said secretly.

"Okay, I'll tell you next time, what were you talking about? Tang Yu shouted so loudly? ”

Tearing off the towel on the shelf and patting his face gently, not entangled with Tang Yu, who was a nymphomaniac, Mao Qianpei looked at Wang Chang and asked curiously.

"Ah, I almost forgot about it when I was interrupted by your melon baby!"