Zhang Minghui rubbed his hands a little embarrassed, his original intention was to show his hand in front of Liu Xinyi, the school flower, but he didn't expect to be told in advance by his classmates, and there was no one else who was the class president.

But although it was broken in advance, it was forced to pretend!

Zhang Minghui sneered: "Generally, it has only reached the intermediate level of national calligraphy, and there is still a long way to go to the advanced level." ”

"Then bother Squad Leader Zhang?" Liu Xinyi made a gesture of invitation to Zhang Minghui.

"No problem. The three squad leaders, who are you going to study ink for me?"

"I'll do it. Meng Qingya opened her mouth, which made Zhang Minghui frown slightly.

When he spoke, his eyes were obviously looking at Liu Xinyi, but Liu Xinyi didn't mean to help him study ink. Although Meng Qingya is also a beauty, Zhang Minghui knows that people have long been famous.

"That's... All right. Then it will be troublesome for squad leader Meng. ”

Zhang Minghui was helpless, Liu Xinyi didn't answer, and he couldn't help it. I made up my mind to impress Liu Xinyi with my professional-level calligraphy.

There are 9 levels of calligraphy, 1-3 for beginners, 4-6 for majors, and 7-9 for masters.

Zhang Minghui can get the national level 4 calligraphy certificate at this age, and he is a genius in this regard.

Gu Yiqiu also came over curiously at this time, which made Meng Qingya, who was studying ink, a little puzzled.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, nothing, just just look at it. Do you need to..."

Meng Qingya glanced at Gu Yiqiu: "I'm done researching ink, what's the use of asking now?"

Gu Yiqiu showed an apologetic expression on his face, but he was a little disgusted by Meng Qingya's expression in his heart.

Bitch with two boats!

Meng Qingya finished studying the ink, Zhang Minghui picked up the brush on the table, dipped the tip of the pen in ink, and said with a smile: "Then I will be ugly?"

"Squad leader, don't be modest!"

"Yes, come on, squad leader!"

The students of the Chinese literature class also came up to cheer for their class leader.

The students of the other three classes, seeing that there was a lively scene here, also put down their work and came over one after another, waiting for Zhang Minghui to write.

Zhang Minghui did not hesitate, took a brush and splashed ink on the rice paper, copied and wrote, and when the last stroke was finished, Zhang Minghui's face showed a confident smile.

What is written on the rice paper is the Tang Dynasty poet Han Yu in the "Zengguang Xianwen Persuasion Chapter" wrote the two sentences "There is a road in the book mountain and a diligent path, and there is no end to the sea of learning".

"Good words, good words!"

"Yes, I didn't expect squad leader Zhang to write so well with a brush!

The surrounding students, when they saw the words on the rice paper, although they would not comment, they felt that the words were good, and even the students in other classes couldn't help but admire.

Zhang Minghui was held by the stars, and when he saw Liu Xinyi seeing this word, although he didn't speak, he nodded again and again, and his face was full of smiles.

But a sudden voice made Zhang Minghui's smiling face freeze suddenly.

"The word is a good word, and the foundation of the pen is also solid, but the overall momentum and tension of the word, it seems a little not enough, and it is okay to fool the layman, if it is in the hands of insiders, it is estimated that it will be reduced to waste paper. ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent, and they all turned their eyes to the man who touched his chin and stared at the word.

That man is Gu Yiqiu.

"Yiqiu, what are you going to do, go to work. ”

Meng Qingya saw that it was her cheap boyfriend who opened her mouth, raised her eyes and saw Zhang Minghui's angry expression, and hurriedly pushed Gu Yiqiu, asking him not to join in the fun.

"Oh. Gu Yiqiu didn't talk nonsense, turned around and went back to work.

"Wait, you can't go!"

Suddenly stopped, Gu Yiqiu paused, turned around and looked at Zhang Minghui who stopped him innocently, and said lightly: "Is there anything else?"

"Our squad leader's calligraphy is in the entire department of Chinese studies, and that is also the second he recognizes, and no one dares to recognize the first. What kind of thing are you, and what qualifications do you have to evaluate our squad leader's words!"

A boy in the Chinese literature class, who was upset with their class leader, walked directly in front of Gu Yiqiu angrily, pointed at Gu Yiqiu's nose and scolded.

Gu Yiqiu's eyes were cold, and he directly grabbed the finger that the boy pointed at, and with a break of the joint, the boy's finger was broken to a terrifying angle, almost touching the back of his hand.

The boy fell to his knees screaming in pain, feeling like his fingers were about to be broken.

"I keep saying that I am from the Department of Chinese Studies, but I am scolding and scolding in my mouth, which is really a shame for your department!" Gu Yiqiu said coldly.

"Ahh

Zhang Minghui also came over at this time and said, "This classmate, there is something we can discuss, can you let him go first?"

"Okay, ask him to apologize!"

Meng Qingya also wanted to go up to dissuade her, but when she saw Gu Yiqiu's cold eyes, she was so frightened that she subconsciously retreated, and she had mixed feelings in her heart, she didn't expect his cheap boyfriend to have such a big temper.

"Xiao Li, apologize quickly!" Zhang Minghui hurriedly urged Xiao Li.

"Yes... I'm sorry. ”

Gu Yiqiu let go of his hand and looked at Xiao Li rubbing his fingers on the ground with a playful look.

The voice was flat, but it was very intimidating: "I said that your squad leader's handwriting is not enough to read, are you not convinced?"

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Gu Yiqiu dragged the boy surnamed Li up and walked towards the table with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the students automatically made way for Gu Yiqiu.

Walking to the table, Gu Yiqiu picked up the brush and dipped it in the polished ink, then looked at Meng Qingya, who was surprised, and said with a smile: "Qingya, help me get a piece of rice paper from your side, I can't let go of it." ”

"Huh?"

Meng Qingya hurriedly took a blank piece of rice paper from here, put aside the words written by Zhang Minghui, and spread the rice paper in front of Gu Yiqiu's eyes.

"Say that my words are not enough to read! I want to see what you are capable of!" Zhang Minghui walked into the crowd with a cold face, standing opposite Gu Yiqiu, waiting for Gu Yiqiu to put down his pen.

"There is a diligent path in the book mountain? There is no end to the sea of learning? There is no ink in the stomach, and you dare to take it out to copy and offer ugliness? Do you squad leader Zhang have water in his head?"

When Gu Yiqiu saw that the owner who wrote the word was coming, he naturally wanted to mock it. is preaching to that unlucky Xiao Li, just like not knowing that the person standing opposite is Zhang Minghui and Zhang squad leader.

Pointing to Sang and scolding Huai, Zhang Minghui was resentful in his heart. But he didn't dare to reason with Gu Yiqiu, for fear of following in Xiao Li's footsteps.

Gu Yiqiu saw that Xiao Li was no longer arrogant and felt bored.

With a slight sigh, the pen flowed smoothly, and the writing was completed in one go, and he immediately copied a stroke.