You must know that today, Ye Zidan brought either the president or the head of the group, all of whom were elites under him, firstly, to relieve the atmosphere of the club, and secondly, because Gu Lixiong said that their boss was proficient in everything and prepared. This is not? This person who writes the word "tiger" is one of the famous pillars of the calligraphy and painting society.

In the suspicious, sarcastic, sneering, and disdainful eyes around him, Su Qingyu shrugged his shoulders lightly without care, took the birth announcement handed over by others, gently paved it, put the town stone, and then, took the brush, and looked up at a group of pigeons that had just flown over from the sky...... I closed my eyes again......

Half a minute later, he opened his eyes and stared at the white piece of rice paper in front of him for another three minutes; Then, I saw him smile lightly and walked to the drawing table of a senior who was painting Momei next to him: "This senior, can you borrow your ink and use it?" ”

"Uh-huh-" The classmate who painted Mei was still immersed in his own artistic conception, and he didn't raise his head, casually agreeing.

Painting is not like writing, as long as fresh ink is enough, as an ink painting, not only thick ink, light ink, but also ink storage, burnt ink, Su Qingyu is writing, or painting? Many knowledgeable students asked in their hearts.

Su Qingyu didn't care about the suspicious eyes of others, he washed the pen first, and did not dry it and let the brush still have water on it, and then quickly clicked it from the stored ink, burnt ink, and thick ink in different light and heavy turns, returned to his rice paper, and took a deep breath......

The pen walked the dragon and snake, and in the blink of an eye, the word "fly" appeared on the paper......

The ink color is alternate, the brushwork is dry and uneven, and the power penetrates the back ...... of the paper, is it a book? Is it a painting?

A crumbling word "fly" appeared in front of everyone's eyes......

"This junior, our calligraphy and painting club wants it!" This is the voice of the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Society.

"Lao Lu, I'm afraid you won't be able to!" Ye Zidan smiled bitterly.

"What? Lao Ye, your literary club also wants to rob us of talents in calligraphy and painting? Lao Lu was a little dissatisfied.

So, Ye Zidan said what he had just said about the continuation of the poem, and then said: "This junior brother ...... Heh, what's this junior's name? He pointed to Xing Yangchun.

"Xing Yangchun!" Gu Lixiong hurriedly replied.

"Well, this Xing Yangchun junior is a second-stage Go professional, and I heard that he is still a defeated player. Originally, through the poem just now, our literary club would definitely not let it, but ......"

No wonder the president of the student council will be so helpless, everyone finally understands what is going on......

Versatile, more versatile than the chairman!

"Hey-" Lao Lu sighed and said, "A classmate can participate in several clubs, anyway, he must occupy one of the positions of the pillars of our calligraphy and painting club." ”

"So...... This brother, are you interested in coming to Senior Sister? Senior sister will leave a seat for you? "The one who spoke was the head of the student union song and dance troupe, named Qu Tingfang. If there is no Ning Danfeng, she will always occupy the crown of the school flower

"I said Tingfang, what kind of mess are you making!" Lao Lu, who was already annoyed, finally found a genius at the moment when he was in short supply, but he couldn't monopolize it, and now he was stirred up by the inconsequential Qu Tingfang, his mood can be imagined.

"Lao Lu, you can't monopolize it anyway, do you care how many more?" Qu Tingfang said to Su Qingyu again: "I said junior brother, don't you like singing?" ”

Qu Tingfang didn't say dancing, because, after all, Su Qingyu was clearly less than 1.7 meters tall, so he shouldn't be a dance material, but she didn't think about it: Mike Jackson, the king of international song and dance, is also a small man.

"My name is Su Qingyu, senior sister, I like to sing!" Su Qingyu replied with a smile.

"Oh!" As the president of the Literature Club, Ye Zidan can be helpless, but as the president of the student union, he is very happy, because he needs such a talent too much: "Let's try it!" ”

Su Qingyu took the saxophone from a senior's back and blew it gently: "Toot-!" ”

"Hehe, it's too noisy, let's be gentle." Su Qingyu returned the saxophone, asked for a guitar, and gently plucked the strings:

With a dream

Build a piece of the sky

I said goodbye to romance

I left my parents and came to campus

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Use my youth to weave my dreams

With my sweat, in exchange for my piece of heaven

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Today's dreams, tomorrow's days

This is my future!

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After a long silence, there was finally a round of applause.

"One more!"

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"Hehe-" Su Qingyu put the guitar back and joked: "I'm a flower, but my hair is small, and it's not a green leaf!" ”

"You mean, they ...... too" Ye Zidan will really surprise inexplicably......

"People are divided by groups, and things are gathered by likes!" Gu Lixiong's chest was straight.

"You-you, and you...... Our song and dance troupe wants it all. Qu Tingfang couldn't wait to point at Xing Yangchun, Ning Danfeng, and Gu Lixiong, and hurriedly said.

The president of the "Old Ye ......" chess club was not good at expressing himself, so he had to set his sights on Ye Zidan.

"I said, Senior Brother Su, what do you tell me to do?" Ye Zidan finally looked at Su Qingyu half-helplessly, half-soliciting opinions.

"I have learned about our school's clubs, all the business, we dare not say that we can afford it, but we should also say that we can intervene, so ......" Su Qingyu did not ask for the opinions of the other three, and directly decided: "All your activities, if there is no time conflict, we can all participate, but the premise is: give us enough free time to study." ”

"Of course, of course." Hearing that Su Qingyu agreed, the heads of the various associations finally smiled, and Ye Zidan hurriedly agreed, which not only avoided the dispute between the groups, but also made Su Qingyu no longer regret it.

What are you kidding, the professional second dan and above Go rank can be used every day to improve chess skills with those amateurs? It's like what others say: Playing chess with stinky chess wisps, it's strange if you don't play more and more stinky.

As for calligraphy and literature? That's something that accumulates over time, and it's useless to cram.

As for the photography agency or something, let's step aside.

"I said junior brother Qingyu, you have to come to our song and dance troupe often to practice, don't leave your fists, never leave your mouth. Besides, there are the most beauties in our group. Although it is a joke, it can be regarded as a kind reminder, Qu Tingfang said.

"Of course, there is a beauty like Senior Sister, I can't go if I don't want to go, I hope that Senior Sister will be there, don't blame me for having no concept of time, and coming and going is too ordinary." Su Qingyu also joked.

"No, no, it's all said in advance, everyone is mentally prepared, and it won't be blamed. However, the school is about to have a pre-holiday party, do you provide any programs and then come to rehearsal? "What a shrewd leader, Qu Tingfang sees the needle.

"Hey, how did I forget about that? Senior Brother Su, I took your word to frame, and when the time comes, I will participate in the Spring Festival calligraphy and painting exhibition of colleges and universities. Lao Lu said: "You pay first, and after you return to school, you will print a stamp." ”

Su Qingyu was not polite, just like the sentence just now, "The red glow is stained with shame, and the green frost is moist and plump", don't look at yourself casually, but you can only say that it is "a wonderful hand", not something that can be thought of casually; This character is the same, Su Qingyu himself is also very satisfied with this character.

Therefore, he took the brush again, and gently dropped the "Dapeng spreads its wings and hates the sky" with wild grass on the top, and then, on the bottom, "Winter Moon Su Qingyu Tu Crow in the Spring Garden".

"Dapeng spreads his wings and hates the sky and ......" Ye Zidan thought silently, looked at Su Qingyu again with feeling, thought about himself, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Don't worry about it, he has nowhere to go, but he is afraid that his wealth and ambition will be empty......

"Hehe, we don't have so many activities in our literary club, but I may have to publish your continued poems in the academic journal." Ye Zidan adjusted his mentality and said with a smile.

"The Go tournament is on the Lantern Festival, you guys go back to school early, are you okay? However, it's better to ......, it's best-" Although the president of the chess club is not good at expressing it, his meaning is very clear, after all, just listen to them themselves, how their chess skills are, they still haven't seen it, and go to participate in the Go tournament between colleges and universities, you can get the honor of the school.

"Isn't it?" Su Qingyu looked at this, and then at that: "Okay, Yangchun, you can go to the chess club tomorrow for the next game." ”

"Brother, can't you throw this shelf all at me!" Xing Yangchun protested.

"We'll all go with you, okay? Anyway, it's okay tomorrow, oh, president, how about tomorrow morning? Tomorrow morning we will go to the chess club, and in the afternoon we will go to the song and dance troupe together? Su Qingyu is asking, but also deciding.

"Okay!" The president of the chess club agreed: What are you kidding, if it is really a professional second stage, let alone Sunday, even in the second half of the night, their chess wisps will fight.

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