After I Died, I Became Popular Again

Chapter 16

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"Hey, look quickly." The classmate touched Wen Wei's arm.

Wen Wei raised his head and realized something was wrong. Several students around were staring blankly at the table in front of Qi Linqing, with dazed expressions.

"What's wrong?" he asked subconsciously.

Classmate: "You can tell by stretching your head."

Wen Wei looked over on tiptoe hesitantly.

Slap.

The brush in his hand fell off.

The falling ink is like little splashes, splashing in all directions. The school uniforms of him and his classmates were smudged with black spots.

But Wen Wei didn't realize it.

He stared at the words in a daze, as if he was going to pop his eyes out.

"Qi Linqing is so good, his calligraphy level is almost the same as the teacher's."

Wen Wei came back to his senses when he heard envious voices from his classmates.

He swallowed hard and licked his lips: "Well..."

It is precisely because Wen Wei has practiced calligraphy since he was a child that he can better identify the difference between Qi Linqing and himself. That handwriting is a level that he does not know how many years he will have to practice to catch up.

And what did he just say? He was actually laughing at each other...

"Don't worry, Qi Linqing probably didn't hear it." The classmate seemed to notice something, and patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

Wen Wei: "..."

Ten minutes later, Ji Youguang called the game over.

Wen Wei hurriedly wrote a new word and handed it in, thinking that this time the other party is definitely the first. He has stayed in the middle school for two years, so of course he knows the level of other students who study calligraphy.

It is impossible for anyone present to compare with Qi Linqing.

Four art teachers collected papers for review on the spot.

Many of the students who were drawn to fill up the numbers had already left, and only a small number of people were still waiting in place.

There were whispers in the lecture hall, and the rustling of teachers turning pages.

The students in the back row whispered:

"Did you see that written by Qi Linqing?"

"It feels almost like a computer font..."

"I just saw the way he writes, it's so touching."

"Why didn't I find out that he still has this talent before!!"

on stage.

When Ji Youguang turned over a piece of paper, he froze for a moment and stopped.

The brown-haired man leaned over to take a look, and let out a "huh".

"Isn't this written by Qi Linqing? His calligraphy is so good."

These words caught the attention of the female teacher and Yi Chaoming.

The female teacher also poked her head over and boasted: "It's really good, the structure of the characters is very beautiful."

"What does Teacher Yi think?" She turned to ask Yi Chaoming.

Yi Chaoming twitched his lips in embarrassment. Can he say that he already knew it? I was beaten in the face by the other party in that art class, and it still hurts a bit.

After grading all the papers, there is no doubt that the four art teachers all agree that Qi Linqing's handwriting is the best.

"The second place is Wen Wei. I remember that he was the first two years ago. I didn't expect to be robbed of the first place by a transfer student." The brown-haired man was a little emotional.

And Qi Linqing, a transfer student, doesn't have a very good reputation.

The female teacher asked Ji Youguang again: "Mr. Ji, would you like to comment?"

Ji Youguang slapped his head and murmured: "I'm so stupid... I only knew that Qi Linqing's Chinese painting was finished, so why didn't I expect him to write such beautiful calligraphy?"

Female teacher: "..."

Another crazy one

Due to the limited subject matter of traditional Chinese painting, inscriptions are always inevitable. In addition, it has extremely high requirements on the brushwork and the stability of the hand holding the brush.

Therefore, those who know calligraphy do not necessarily know Chinese painting, but those who learn Chinese painting can almost write a few words of calligraphy.

The first calligraphy competition is over, and the ranking has not yet been announced, and the second round of Chinese painting competition will begin immediately.

At that time, there were actually a small number of people who saw Qi Linqing writing calligraphy. Most of the students who were forced to participate thought that he was also one of the ones who were pulled to make up the numbers.

As soon as they walked out, they quickly spread the gossip:

"I saw Qi Linqing at the calligraphy competition just now!"

"Laughing to death hahaha he is doing calligraphy with that blond hair on his head, it's really funny."

"Is the piano competition in the music group over just now?"

"That's right, I heard that Qi Lele is number one again."

"Sometimes the gap between people should not be too large."

"This may be the variance value of the world."

"..."

At the same time, the lecture hall and the scene of the traditional Chinese painting competition.

This round, the number of students in the arena has dropped by half.

Calligraphy can also attract some students to make up the number. But such as traditional Chinese painting, which has a relatively high threshold, you can't find anyone if you want to.

However, as a well-known local aristocratic school in City B, the junior high school has students who are crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and there are many talented people.

When Qi Linqing came in, as always, he attracted strange looks from the students present.

Who made him so famous.

The incident that he and Qi Lele stabbed the young master of the news was an uproar at the middle school, and there was a heated discussion on their related topics on the campus wall for half a month.

"Didn't he just come out of the calligraphy group?"

"Why are you here again..."

Tanggula stood in front of the table, fiddling with pen and ink. Hearing others' comments, he raised his head and glanced at Qi Linqing not far away.

The young man's back is as straight as loose, and the thin white shirt fabric outlines a clear shoulder line.

Tang Gula pursed his lips, and couldn't help but think of the first time he saw each other on campus.

Qi Linqing shrugged her shoulders and didn't look at the road, but accidentally bumped into his arms.

At that time, Qi Linqing still had black hair, with long watermelon bangs covering his eyebrows. The soil is a bit soiled, but it is not ugly.

Tanggula still remembers the moment when he looked down and saw the other party.

But then he heard some bad rumors. He didn't believe it at first, but after watching "Metamorphosis", he decisively chose to turn off the microphone.

Netizens are right, Qi Linqing is indeed quite brainless.

Sora has a pretty face.

Commonly known as: stupid beauty.

Just like now, Qi Linqing obviously doesn't know Chinese painting, but came to sign up for the competition. Isn't this just looking for a place to embarrass yourself

Tang Gula stroked his forehead helplessly while thinking.

"I remember you liked him a lot, don't you?" The friend winked at him.

Tang Gula said coldly: "I don't like it for a long time."

It's just cursh who was temporarily confused by his appearance.

He likes beauties.

But hate dumbass.

The friend glanced at Tanggula, but didn't ask any more questions.

He played with Tanggula all the time, so of course he knew that the other party had high expectations. Tanggula's father is a professor of traditional Chinese painting at the Academy of Fine Arts who is nearly seventy years old, while his mother is a delicate and well-maintained beauty in her thirties.

When the mother and son went shopping, no one would believe that Tanggula was her son, but a lot of people believed him when she said he was her younger brother.

Moreover, Tang Gula himself is also handsome and handsome. I have seen handsome guys and beautiful ladies in the Academy of Fine Arts since I was a child, and I guess I have been baptized by their appearance to feed my appetite.

When the competition officially started, Tang Gula didn't look at Qi Linqing any more, and bent down to paint seriously.

He learned Chinese painting from his father since he was a child, and he is confident that he will not lose to anyone.

The theme of Chinese painting this time is "Flowers and Birds", which is also Tanggula's best theme.

Because his father is a well-known professor in the Academy of Fine Arts specializing in flower and bird Chinese painting, and has an exclusive entry on Baidu Encyclopedia. His father's paintings can sell for a high price of more than 100,000 yuan in the outside market.

And Tanggula learned a lot of skills and essence through being influenced by his ears and eyes.

Tanggula's friends also know some traditional Chinese painting, but their level is far inferior to his.

The venue was very quiet, except for the occasional soft rustling sound of brushes stroking paper.

Everyone was very attentive when they were immersed in painting, and no one noticed Qi Linqing for a while.

The audience who always pay attention to his every move is only the four art teacher judges on the stage.

The young man picked up a pen and ink, his fingers were slender and powerful, all the meridians of his body were revealed, with a jade-like white luster.

Inexplicably, it makes people feel a refreshing and elegant temperament like a gurgling spring.

Ji Youguang's eyes paused slightly.

Only then did he see clearly that what Qi Linqing painted was a lotus.

This time, the tuition fee was sufficient, and each Chinese painting student received a pen, ink, paper plate, bucket and a small box of Marley paint.

This kind of paint is very cheap and rough, and it is not easy to use.

However, Qi Linqing used it to create an expensive picture, like stacking gold and stones, which makes people's eyes shine when viewed from a distance.

The light green lotus leaves and dark green are intertwined left and right like a lover's body, and the fan-shaped lotus pod is as realistic as a real thing. There are a few pale rose lotus flowers blooming in the middle, some of which are already in full bloom, while others are still shyly budding.

The most amazing thing is the simple and easy-to-understand brushwork - the color halo is layered and dyed, dreamlike, even if there is no mud or pond underneath, it can still instantly remind people of their swaying shadows on the water!

Ji Youguang's chest heaved violently, and he was suddenly excited.

He has been a high school art teacher for many years, let alone improving the level of Chinese painting, it would be great if he could not regress.

But even so, he can still recognize the brushwork used in the other party's paintings - the three-dimensional line technique that seems to have been lost for many years.

This style of brushwork is hidden in the classic masterpieces inherited from ancient times. No one can learn by looking.

Ji Youguang remembered that his former professor said that it had long been submerged in the long river of history.

In modern painting, it is completely unheard of.

But now, he actually vaguely saw its shadow in a high school student's painting? !

Ji Youguang thought, Qi Linqing should be taught by that hidden rural Chinese painting master.

China has a vast land and abundant resources, and there are so many capable people and strange people. It is not uncommon for there to be lost techniques left behind in secret.

Although Tang Gula said that he didn't care about Qi Linqing, he couldn't help but secretly glanced at Qi Linqing's table when he handed in the painting.

But I didn't see it clearly.

It was already noon when the game ended. Students bustled out of the lecture hall to go to dinner.

As soon as Qi Linqing stepped out of the gate, he was stopped by Ji Youguang.

"Come here." Ji Youguang waved to him.

Qi Linqing paused and walked back.

Ji Youguang picked up a bottle of unopened mineral water from the judges' seat and stuffed it into his hand, saying:

"Are you thirsty?"

Qi Linqing was slightly stunned, and immediately took over the waterway and thanked him.

He unscrewed the water bottle, raised his head slightly and took a sip.

Tanggula passed by and inadvertently raised his eyes and saw the boy's protruding Adam's apple rolling up and down, and quickly looked away.

"There are still snacks here." Ji Youguang took out two pieces of almond chocolate from his pocket and handed them to him.

But this time, Qi Linqing hesitated and refused:

"Sorry teacher, I don't like sweets."

Looking at this scene, Tang Gula couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

Ji Youguang has always been famous for his impersonal and old-fashioned image in the art team. When did he and Qi Linqing get along so well

In the afternoon, Tanggula took a nap on the desk.

From outsiders it seemed that he was sleeping deeply, but he knew in his heart that he couldn't fall asleep at all.

He kept thinking wildly about the matter that Ji Youguang handed Qi Linqing water and chocolate just now.

It is said that nine of the ten male teachers in the art group are gay. Anyway, Yi Chaoming is an insider in the 0 circle, which is already a recognized fact among the student group.

But what about Ji Youguang? Tanggula thought about it carefully, and found that the other party was indeed showing signs of being crooked. Although Ji Youguang is nearly thirty years old, he has a well-maintained figure. He has a beard and usually pays attention to dressing. He has the sexy charm of a mature man.

Could it be that Qi Linqing hooked up with Ji Youguang secretly

As soon as this idea came out, it almost burned Tanggula's head like a prairie fire.

At this time, my friend ran over panting and pushed him: "Tang Gula, wake up quickly, the ranking of the Chinese painting competition has been announced!"

Tanggula let out a muffled "Oh".

He is not interested in these now.

The last time he participated in the competition in the city, he almost won the first place, let alone in the school.

The friend said with sympathy: "You never thought that you only got the second place this time."

Tanggula was taken aback.

"... Who is the first?" He asked subconsciously.

Friend: "Qi Linqing."

Tanggula suspected that something was wrong with his ears.

"Can you say that again?"

Friend: "That's him! I was stupid when I first found out, the list of winners is posted outside, why don't you go and see for yourself?"

Tanggula suddenly pushed his friend away and ran outside.

At this time, the front of the list where the list of winners was posted was already full of people.

"Damn it, Qi Linqing is number one in calligraphy and painting!!"

"Isn't the school really kidding me?"

The students were pointing at the list.

Tanggula took a deep breath, slowed down and walked to the list wall, his expression became incredulous.

He actually saw Qi Linqing's name behind the two first places in the school.

At the same time, Class One, Grade Two.

"Lele, this time you are the number one in the piano competition again!" A classmate shouted excitedly into the classroom.

The corners of Qi Lele's mouth curled up slightly, and he was about to say a few humble words.

The classmate then shouted again: "Qi Linqing also won the ink cup competition!! Chinese painting and calligraphy double first!"

Everyone in the class was shocked instantly.

"Damn it!" Du Yuanbai slapped the table excitedly, "My brother is really awesome!"

Qi Lele's smile froze on his face.

The spread of gossip was astonishing, and soon the whole school knew the news of Qi Linqing's award.

No matter how they discussed it on the campus wall, all the students in the 28th class of high school were surprised and respected.

Jiang Bai was the first to feel the huge impact on his worldview, and his expression was in a trance.

"Fuck, what's going on??"

"Is he still the Qi Linqing I know?"

Luo Xing also wondered, "When did he hang himself like this?"

"Hey, brother Zhong, what are you thinking?" Someone came up to test Zhong Chen cautiously.

Zhong Chen lazily said: "Normal, I'd be surprised if he couldn't come first."

With the level of calligraphy he saw the other party writing last time, it is normal to kill this group of high school students in seconds.

All the younger brothers: "???"

Brother, something is wrong with you.