Ying Fei and Ying Ze have applied to join the Calligraphy Association, and after Huang Zishi knew about this matter, he was shocked: "Sister, Xiao Ze, why did you go to the Calligraphy Association??" ”

"Practice calligraphy and self-cultivation," Yingfei replied.

Huang Zishi: "......" is a good thing.

"Aren't you going to join other clubs??" He asked cautiously in his tone.

Yingfei heard the strangeness in his tone, raised her head, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "What??" ”

"A senior brother has found me in the past few days and invited me to join their club with you two." Huang Zishi scratched his head as he spoke: "Benefits and treatment, they're all pretty good." ”

Although his relationship with his father has eased a lot now, he learned the importance of money when his funds were frozen.

Well, as long as the club performs well, it will also add points to the graduation score, and if you have one more point, you can squeeze out countless people who want to break their heads and enter the army of generals.

Huang Zishi thought about it, and looked at Yingfei with bright eyes: "Sister, you really don't think about it??" ”

"Don't think about it," Yingfei shook her head, directly refusing.

Huang Zishi was refused, and he was a little embarrassed: "Okay then." ”

He turned his head to look at Ying Ze expectantly, and the latter also shook his head: "I want to practice calligraphy." ”

"......" was even more devastated by Huang Zishi, who was rejected one after another, and the whole person lay on the desk weakly.

After a long time, he slapped the table and said, "I decided." ”

Yingfei and Yingze looked up at him, only to hear him say: "I also want to join the Calligraphy Association!" ”

The corners of Yingfei's mouth twitched slightly: "You don't have to follow the two of us, you can join whatever club you like." ”

"No," Huang Zishi's expression was a little serious: "There must be a reason why my sister joined the Calligraphy Association." ”

The reason, Ying Fei and Ying Ze glanced at each other, as long as they fancy the Calligraphy Association, they will add it, right?

After class, there happened to be a club activity, and Huang Zishi followed the two all the way back to the calligraphy association.

The calligraphy association is built in an exquisite courtyard, there are mountains and rivers in the courtyard, and the buildings are also antique and full of artistic conception.

After walking into the yard, there will be a feeling that the body is immediately loosened, and the whole person has to become comfortable.

Huang Zishi's nose moved, sniffing a faint aroma, the aroma is not bad, far-reaching and long, faint and not pungent, around the entire courtyard, the light smoke obscures people's sight: "What kind of fragrance is this??" "When I take a breath, I feel relaxed.

"This is a thousand agarwood," a faint voice came, and everyone looked in the direction where the voice came, only to see a person wearing a sky-blue robe with a jade crown on his head, and he was sitting on a bamboo mat in the pavilion in the courtyard.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

Two words came to Yingfei's mind.

The man's calm gaze swept around the three of them, and his brows frowned slightly: "Didn't Xuanzhi say that there are only two new members??" ”

"Hello President," there are only two members of the Calligraphy Association, and one of the vice presidents, Bo Xuanzhi, has already met them when he was admitted to the club, so the first time he saw this one was the president of the Calligraphy Association.

"Hello senior brother, I want to apply to join the Calligraphy Association," Huang Zishi hurriedly spoke.

"Apply to join?? Then write a calligraphy first! Shu Wangwu pointed to the desk in front of him and said.

Brush ??! When Huang Zishi heard this, his whole face became bitter, God knows that although there are sub-courses in elementary school, junior high school and high school, he has not taken an elective.

"How?" Shu Wangwu raised his eyebrows slightly: "You won't?" ”

"Haven't learned!" Huang Zishi replied awkwardly.

Shuwang's brows frowned again: "Then why do you want to report to the Calligraphy Association?" Very few people here at the Military Academy will apply for this club, and you didn't start training from a young age. As he spoke, he glanced at the two sisters and brothers of the Ying family, and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

He has already read the characters of these two junior brothers and sisters, and it is very correct to join the calligraphy association.

"This ...... I want to learn," Huang Zishi held back for a long time and held back three words.

"Then write a word for me to see." Shu Wangwu pointed to the pen and paper on the desk again.

"Senior brother, don't worry, it's just an introductory test," another warm voice came over, and the slender and gentle boy walked over: "This is to let us know your skills, and we can set a suitable training plan for you in the future!" ”

As soon as he heard his words, Huang Zishi breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward, looked at the low table, secretly glanced at the book kneeling in front of the low table, and sat down in his appearance.

Holding the brush, he took a deep breath, waved the pen, and wrote on the paper quickly.

Ying Scarlet and Ying Ze glanced at each other, first for a moment, and they both showed miserable expressions.

It's still okay to write when you look at Huangzi, why do the brush words look like a dog gnawing?

After Huang Zishi finished writing a few crooked big characters, he also showed an embarrassed expression, put down the brush and straightened his waist, like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to change his homework.

Shu Wangwu took the words he wrote, his expression did not change at all, and after reading it carefully, he put it down, "Although the words are ugly, they are plastic!" ”

Huang Zishi: "?? ”

"Congratulations on joining the Calligraphy Association, this is your proof, please fill in the information." Bo Xuanzhi smiled so much that he handed over the application for membership.

Huang Zishi couldn't react a little: "......" can you pass like this?

"Xiaofei and Ozawa also sit down, this is a new party for you." The vice president pointed to the two empty low tables inside and outside the pavilion.

Yingfei and the two nodded and sat down as well.

The president and vice president introduced themselves, and the two were classmates in the same class of the mecha research and development department.

Eat what should be eaten, drink what should be drunk.

The chief secretary forgot his worries and said with his eyes slightly narrowed: "Calligraphy is to be practiced every day, let's practice calligraphy." ”

Everyone: "......"

"Hour first practice the strokes on the word sticker," Shu Wangwu glanced at Huang Zi, and then turned his head to look at Yingfei and the two: "As for the two of you!" ”

The calligraphy association's two-hour celebration activity, half an hour of talking and eating, and the rest of the time was called by the president to practice calligraphy.

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Le Yangyang stared at his bare brain with a tangled face, and there were words in his mouth, and the people next to him vaguely heard words like "ask" and "don't ask".

"Yangyang, what's wrong with you??" Leyangyang's roommate looked at her as she kept walking back and forth with a puzzled face.

Le Yangyang's body stiffened and shook his head: "I'm fine." ”

Then he walked into the room and threw himself into the soft bed.

I don't know that person well, so I still don't care.

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