Hearing what Ji Youguang said, the music teachers and students, who were ignorant people present, realized how good Qi Linqing's Chinese painting is.
It was rumored on the Internet that Qi Linqing was going to study art, so it turned out to be true? ?
Ji Youguang asked him: "Are you going to take the art test in the future?"
Qi Linqing didn't answer immediately, but first recalled the term in his mind.
The art test is a way for high school students in this era to rely on painting to go to college, and the requirements for cultural points are relatively low.
In "Metamorphosis", the original owner said that he planned to take the art test route in the future when faced with ridicule and doubts because of his poor grades. But he failed in the college entrance examination, and his cultural and professional scores were appalling. In the end, he could only go to a few specialized pheasant universities.
Compared with Qi Lele, who also passed the art test to Beijing Film Academy, the original owner was under tremendous psychological pressure.
Qi's parents could not let him go to college, so they decided to send him abroad for gold plating.
But they didn't think about it at all.
The original owner stumbled even the most everyday spoken language.
During that summer vacation, cyber violence, and the male god Zhong Chen, whom he had a crush on for a long time, rejected his confession.
-The original owner committed suicide by jumping off the building.
"Yeah." Qi Linqing said, "I'm going to take an art exam."
Even in modern times, he will continue to pursue art.
Ji Youguang nodded, "Then you should sign up for this competition."
Qi Linqing: "But..."
Ji Youguang stuffed "Tonglu Lunhua" into his hands, and said firmly: "No but! Look at my book, it is a collector's edition in 1995, and now there are no such clear and detailed illustrations and annotations sold outside. gone."
Qi Linqing lowered his head, subconsciously took the book and turned two pages.
It is said that the things that cannot be obtained are the most precious.
Not to mention knowledge.
He hesitated for a moment, and the balance in his heart quickly tilted. Books are such precious wealth, if the teacher is willing to lend himself, so what if he participates in an intramural competition.
…
After sorting out the books, the two students rushed back to the classroom.
"Big news!!" They were out of breath with excitement, and wanted to share the big gossip they just saw with their classmates.
"Qi Linqing knows Chinese painting! And it's super awesome!!"
But when they told about Qi Linqing's Chinese painting that amazed the audience, no one believed it at all.
The classmate was bored and yawned.
"Don't lie, come, let's do homework together." The class waved to them.
student:"… "
Meanwhile, the Music Office.
"Qi Linqing's painting just now is really handsome..."
"I'm going to blackmail passers-by."
"I also!"
"..."
"Although his performance in "Metamorphosis" is hard to describe in words, why should he be angry with a student?" A certain teacher sighed.
Another teacher wondered: "Why do I feel like a malicious edit now?"
"That's right." The other teachers immediately agreed.
"He's not that bad himself."
"really."
"Woooooo just now, I thought for a moment that he was prettier than Qi Lele."
"?"
"Are you crazy?"
"Although I admit that Qi Linqing is very handsome, Qi Lele will always be his destiny."
"Yes, yes, who can stand up to a star student like Lele? I remember that Ji Youguang, who is so dull, praised him."
"More than that, the last time I saw Teacher Ji secretly collecting Qi Lele's swimming pool photo posters."
Yi Chaoming, who had just stepped through the door, froze when he heard the words.
This may be a misunderstanding, in fact, he gave Ji Youguang that poster forcibly... cough cough (cover face).
At this time, Ji Youguang was leading Qi Linqing to the student office to sign up.
There was no class in the afternoon, and the sun shone in warmly. The members of the student union were unavoidably drowsy.
"Wake up!" Ji Youguang patted a registration form on the table.
Ren Xiong, the co-director in charge of the registration for the ink cup competition in the school, sat up suddenly, a little confused:
"What's wrong?"
Ji Youguang pointed to Qi Linqing beside him, and said, "I'll bring students to sign up."
When Ren Xiong saw the very familiar blond boy in front of him, he was dumbfounded.
He rubbed his eyes.
I almost thought I hadn't woken up yet.
What kind of talent can this idiot student from the countryside have?
Ji Youguang didn't care about his shock, and didn't bother to explain. He took the ballpoint pen and handed it to Qi Linqing:
"You fill it out."
"oh."
Qi Linqing took the pen, looked down at the form, and could barely make out the simplified characters on it.
He hasn't practiced hard pen yet.
Fortunately, there is no need to fill in other information except name and class.
He looked down.
The second row of talent column: piano, zither, bel canto, calligraphy, traditional Chinese painting...
"Tick this." Ji Youguang gestured by tapping the "Chinese Painting" in the talent column.
Qi Linqing nodded, followed what the other party said, and then handed over the registration form to Ren Xiong.
He didn't notice that he accidentally made the tick a little too big.
And leaned sideways.
Ji Youguang: "Let's go, you go back to class first."
Qi Linqing was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Where's the book?"
Ji Youguang laughed, couldn't help rubbing his head and said, "Don't worry, yours is indispensable. I'll get it here after school."
After they left, Ren Xiong was in a daze.
Everyone knew how bad Qi Linqing's reputation was in school.
Other members of the student office flocked forward to look at his form, and gasped when they saw the big tick on the talent column, as if they had encountered something unbelievable, their faces were horrified.
"I rely on it!"
"Qi Linqing actually signed up for calligraphy and Chinese painting at the same time??"
After school, Qi Linqing got the book from the art office and returned home, and read it engrossed on the way.
"Tonglu Lunhua", a classic ancient book, gave him a lot of insights.
In the evening, when the Qi family was sitting at the dining table for dinner, Qi Linqing was still thinking about the details of the writing in this book.
Yan Qiongfang sighed inwardly seeing his somewhat stupefied (obsessed) look.
This child has almost become a piece of her heart disease now.
"Lele, how are you at school today?" Yan Qiongfang turned her head to pick up food for Qi Lele.
Qi Lele: "Very good mom, I signed up for the piano competition again."
He played piano in elementary school, and has won the first prize in school competitions for two consecutive years since he went to junior high school.
The Qi family even had a special small room where the trophies and certificates that Qi Lele had won since childhood were placed.
Yan Qiongfang smiled gratifiedly and said, "Lele will definitely win the first place again this year."
Qi Hui nodded slightly.
Qi Yingjun stood up and gave Qi Lele his favorite lemon shrimp. After thinking about it, he felt that this might not seem fair, so he took another piece of very greasy Dongpo fat and put it in Qi Linqing's bowl.
Qi Yingjun pursed his lips and said, "You are too thin, eat more meat."
Qi Linqing moved his eyes to the left and saw Qi Lele who was eating salad, thinking that his figure was obviously thinner than his own, so slender that he could be blown down by a gust of wind.
"I think you should eat more." Qi Linqing put this piece of meat into Qi Lele's bowl out of the consideration of occasionally needing to maintain the family relationship of the original owner.
Qi Lele: "..."
He didn't touch the piece of meat, but changed the subject: "I heard that my brother also signed up for the traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy competition at school today."
Yan Qiongfang was quite surprised when she heard this.
Qi Hui's expression moved slightly, and even faintly showed a hint of joy. He rarely praised: "It's pretty good. Although you can't win an award, it can be regarded as an experience in your life."
Qi Linqing picked up the vegetables with his chopsticks, and said flatly, "I can win the prize."
Although he was just a down-and-out painter in his previous life, after all, he practiced brushwork for many years to make a living, so he wouldn't be inferior to these high school kids.
He still has this little bit of self-confidence.
But the few people present, except Qi Lele who had witnessed his painting, didn't believe it.
Even if they are related by blood.
Qi Linqing felt a little pity for the original owner.
He opened his lips slightly, and finally said nothing. After eating in silence, he went upstairs to draw.
…
The next day, the school ink cup preliminary selection site.
The four jury seats are provided for the school's art teachers.
Below the lecture hall, densely packed with students.
The first round was a calligraphy competition, and everyone had a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on their desks.
Ji Youguang stepped into the door and saw the blond boy in the crowd at a glance.
With a stunned expression, he couldn't help asking the people around him, "Why is Qi Linqing here?"
Yi Chaoming asked back: "Didn't you ask him to sign up for the competition?"
Ji Youguang: "..."
He only let the other party sign up for Chinese painting, no calligraphy!
Not to mention the situation on the judging panel, the participating students who saw Qi Linqing below were also very surprised.
Why did Qi Linqing appear here
It's like ketchup with French fries suddenly turned into mustard, making people sneeze after eating it.
Wen Wei glanced at the boy in front of him, and said to his classmates in a low voice, "He doesn't fit into this competition."
Classmate: "Ahem, yes."
Wen Wei learned calligraphy from his grandfather when he was young, and won the first place in the school ink cup last year.
He usually looks down on people like Qi Linqing who have no strength and are not just monsters.
Wen Wei twitched the corners of his mouth contemptuously, wondering if the other party would stop insulting calligraphy
But at this time, Qi Linqing was completely unaware of the colored eyes around him.
Wait until Ji Youguang announces the start of the game.
He lowered his head slightly and straightened his back.
He made a smooth movement of raising his hand, raising his wrist to hold the pen.
Although he is not used to using a signature pen, Qi Linqing's proficiency in brushes has penetrated into the bone marrow and formed a muscle reaction.
The theme of this calligraphy competition is regular script, with an ancient poem inscribed.
Qi Linqing dipped his pen in ink like a cloud of smoke, with a concentrated expression. While other students were still recalling the strokes of traditional characters in their minds, he had already written a poem quickly.
A classmate beside him was attracted by the speed of his wrist movement, and couldn't help but look up——
On the beige gridded rice paper, there was a neat row of regular script, as if it was printed and rubbed in a copybook!