Seeing her saying this, the grade director had to go down her steps and gave Song Qingyu a pen and paper. Song Qingyu sat down beside him with a pen and paper, and began to copy the love letter.
After copying a sentence, the goose bumps couldn't help but fell all over the floor. Such numb words were actually written by "she". Thinking about it, I feel lost! Bai Qing said too much black history, she was really drunk.
Song Qingyu's writing speed is very fast, and the grade director didn't let her copy a whole passage, so she just copied two large paragraphs and handed it in: "Teacher, you see this is not my handwriting!"
"Bai Qingyu, have you practiced handwriting?" The grade director's focus at this time has been biased: "Do you often practice handwriting at home?"
Song Qingyu raised her eyebrows slightly and replied, "I have practiced."
Bai Qingyu shouldn’t be practiced before. The character is really poorly written. Song Qingyu has no idea of imitating Bai Qingyu’s handwriting. Anyway, this kind of rebirth is too illusory, even if anyone doubts it. Can't find out anything! Therefore, she is going to buy a handwriting tool and put it at home, so that the rapid progress of handwriting becomes reasonable.
Who knows, the grade director is very excited: "Bai Qingyu, next month there is a Jiangcheng calligraphy contest held by the Education Bureau. Two people need to participate in it. I have found Lu Nianzhen, but the other candidate has not been decided yet. Why don't you go? Right!"
After speaking, he sighed: "This pen writing, the trend of properly winning prizes, is not worse than Lu Nianzhen at all!"
Song Qingyu was originally surprised and wanted to refuse, because she had too many things to do and she didn't have time to practice calligraphy and participate in some calligraphy competition of Lao Shizi, but she was stunned when she heard Lu Nianzhen's name.
Lu Nianzhen...
Lu Nianzhen is Mo Beiyan's nephew, if you know Lu Nianzhen, can you get close to Mo Beiyan
"How is it? Bai Qingyu, this calligraphy competition is a municipal level competition. If you get this honor, your file will get a lot of points, which will be of great help to your future education!" The grade director sees Song Qingyu Some hesitate, quickly persuaded.
Song Qingyu only considered for a minute before agreeing: "Okay! But my handwriting is still not good enough. Do I need to practice handwriting with Lu Nianzhen?"
The grade director said straightforwardly: "Xing Xing Xing, approve you and Lu Nianzhen to go to the calligraphy classroom every day for the seventh self-study class to practice calligraphy!"
Song Qingyu's lips twitched slightly.
It's really nowhere to find a place to break through the iron shoes, it's all effortless!
Through contact with Lu Nianzhen, she obtained Mo Beiyan's contact information, and even got close to Mo Beiyan. Even if Mo Beiyan did not agree to cooperate with her, she could at least get some information, wouldn't she
After the grade director ordered it down in one sentence, Song Qingyu successfully got the special case of leaving the class in the seventh self-study class.
After a period of exercise, her physique has improved significantly and she can increase her exercise.
In the past two days, Song Qingyu is worrying about how she can spare time to increase training. If she can take out one class a day to train herself, then her daily training volume will be enough for the time being.
However, before that, you must first form a united front with Lu Nianzhen, or you will go to the teacher and cause her trouble again.
The seventh self-study class, calligraphy classroom.
"You came?"
As soon as Song Qingyu walked into the classroom, he heard the cold questioning of the beautiful boy who didn't look up inside. Obviously, his head teacher must have mentioned Bai Qingyu.
The corners of her lips twitched slightly, and seeing Lu Nianzhen standing at the table practicing calligraphy, she walked over and stood by to look at it. Looking at the past, I couldn't help but praise: "Ouch, not bad!"
Lu Nianzhen still didn't look up, just said: "The teacher asked me to compete with you, do you plan to watch me practice here?"
Song Qingyu shrugged and said, "I don't have tools to practice calligraphy. This is my first time here."
Lu Nianzhen finally raised his head, Song Qingyu met his face, and couldn't help feeling that Bai Qingyu's foolish vision was good, this beautiful boy's proper idol drama Little Fresh Meat. However, it looks too young in her eyes.
"In the cabinet over there, you have everything you want to practice. Take the things and sign and start." Lu Nianzhen obviously didn't mean to talk to Song Qingyu more, and after speaking, he lowered his head and continued to write.
Before Song Qingyu turned around, he couldn't help but take another look. Now, not many people practice calligraphy at this time. Practicing calligraphy is a matter of self-cultivation. Judging from Lu Nianzhen's calligraphy, his basic skills are solid and he definitely has more than ten years of foundation.
The words are like their own, deserted, and do not have an elegant flavor.
Song Qingyu signed the name and took a set of four treasures of the study, and walked to the location next to Lu Nianzhen to put it down.
Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School is the best middle school in the whole Jiangcheng. A variety of interest classes are enough to cultivate students' comprehensive development in morality, intelligence, physical education, and art. The calligraphy classroom is used for calligraphy classes.
Participating in the city-level competition is relatively demanding. Although Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School does not lack calligraphy talents, Song Qingyu took a look at it and felt that the entire Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School's brush writing is certainly not enough to match Lu Nianzhen.
She set aside the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and after making preparations, she asked casually: "By the way, besides a thin gold body, do you have anything else?"
Hearing this, Lu Nianzhen was visibly startled and looked at Song Qingyu in surprise.
Song Qingyu did not look up, but began to write a few words on the spread rice paper:
Red sleeves add fragrance.
Thin gold body, proper! Although not as solid as Lu Nianzhen's writing, it is definitely not bad!
The high coldness on Lu Nianzhen's face suddenly disappeared, and he asked in surprise, "Are you also practicing thin gold bodies?"
Song Qingyu turned her head and smiled at him: "Look again."
She is fat, and there is a lot of flesh on her face, but the smile in her eyes is full of cunning meaning. Lu Nianzhen unexpectedly feels that although some girls in the class are always called "white giants" in Bai Qing's words, they rely on this. With a smile, with her good handwriting, she is much better than those girls.
Seeing the ink smeared on the rice paper, Song Qingyu slowly wrote four more characters, still the four characters "Red sleeves add fragrance", but this time it was written in running script. The font is majestic and majestic, showing the writer's foundation.
Immediately afterwards, Song Qingyu dipped in ink and wrote the words "Red sleeves add fragrance" again. Lu Nianzhen was shocked: "You have practiced cursive script, and you write it so well?"
Feeling almost done, Song Qingyu put the pen back on the pen holder, turned around and smiled at Lu Nianzhen, "Lu Nianzhen, can you please do something?"
"Let's talk about it." Lu Nianzhen's gaze was still on "Red sleeves add fragrance" in the three fonts on the desktop.
"As for me, it doesn't take time to practice calligraphy, what do you think?" Song Qingyu raised an eyebrow at him.
Lu Nianzhen came back to his senses: "You don't need to spend too much time anymore, but you really don't practice? As the saying goes, you don't practice hand skills for three days."