"0.1 points? Such a difficult task is at least ten." Some students who were unwilling to come on stage smiled and made fun.

Qiu Yuancheng waved his hand and said, "That's not true. If someone goes on stage ten times in a row, I won't have to take the exam anymore. Let's do this. I'll call the name and go on stage if anyone clicks. I don't want to get tens of tens of dollars."

The students expressed their dissatisfaction with coughing: "Teacher Qiu, how could this happen? Only 0.1 points will be added to the stage, and those who don't go on stage will be deducted tens of them. It's so despicable!"

Qiu Yuancheng ignored it and pointed out the name he had been lingering in his mind for a long time: "School of Song Baojun, you just said that you have admired my reputation since childhood. I must have practiced it, so please come and show it."

"Call me? You're joking!" Song Baojun was shocked and quickly pretended to look around with everyone, looking for the unlucky guy who was named by Teacher Qiu. His innocent expression was pretending to be very similar. If Qiu Yuancheng had not been staring at him, he would have been deceived.

"Song Baojun, don't read it anymore. You are calling you, stand up quickly. You said earlier that calligraphy is a great art, and the theory is good, but it will eventually be true in practice."

Song Baojun had no choice but to stand up and smiled, "Teacher Qiu, your course is profound, I am a little unsophisticated, and I only have time to learn one or two percent. I am afraid that I will tarnish your reputation when I go to the stage in a hurry, so I will spare it. I think this classmate Ke Yuwei is very hardworking and understands that Teacher Qiu's lectures are particularly profound." He pointed to Ke Yuwei, a boy who had a conflict before class: "It's better to let Ke Yuwei go to the stage, which will also reflect Teacher Qiu's level."

A few laughs came from beside him waiting for the show.

Ke Yuwei shouted, "You are so nervous! Teacher Qiu is calling you, not me!" Finally, he was concerned about the class and did not dare to speak out.

Song Baojun said: "Why? Don't you dare to go to the stage? Have you been sleeping just now? Teacher Qiu, I report! Ke Yuwei slept in class! Such ugly behavior simply polluted the sacred classroom and was too crazy. I suggest that this black sheep hidden among the three good students like me be driven out of the classroom and the credits will be cleared directly."

Ke Yuwei was furious and pointed at him and said, "Do you have a good idea to say something?"

Song Baojun shrugged.

Teacher Qiu frowned and said, "Student Song Baojun, come up as soon as you ask you to come up, don't push yourself, and deliberately slander other students."

Ke Yuwei immediately said: "Did you hear it? I'm stupid! Teacher Qiu asked you to go up and don't waste everyone's time."

"Okay, since Teacher Qiu strongly requested, I have to refuse it." Song Baojun had to bite the bullet and walk towards the podium. He had never practiced calligraphy for a few days, and his skills were extremely limited. If you talk about verbal skills, it would be okay to make a few nonsense. It would be a joke to see the truth from behind.

While walking, I called my literary personality in my mind: "Where is literature and art? Where did the old guy hide? Do you dare to say that calligraphy is not a kind of art, I've killed you alive."

The literary personality did not speak out, but the philosophical personality was answering: "Yesterday, I spent too much energy and had not been supplemented so far, so it was not enough to integrate any personality. The situation in front of me is not a big problem, and no one has squeezed you, so it's enough to deal with it randomly."

"Hey, you are all lazy? Come out and work quickly! I want to write great works that have been famous throughout the ages, and it is best for Wang Xizhi, Zhang Xu, Yan Zhenqing and other things to come."

"Forget it, it's really just a small problem. You use the Youneng so cleanly. What should I use to build a virtual space? The leader has always been very concerned about our space progress. If we don't hurry up, we will be scolded."

"What kind of shit space? After more than a month of work, I can only see a few vague shadows. Is this considered construction?"

Song Baojun cursed a few times, and no one answered in his head.

Qiu Yuancheng spread the rice paper on the podium, pointed to the brush on the inkstone and said, "Please."

Dozens of students in the audience immediately looked at each other, including Ke Yuwei's hatred eyes, and a large number of girls' curious eyes and the smiles of strange classmates' gloating.

Fortunately, Song Baojun had the experience of facing three thousand audiences alone in the auditorium. He took a deep breath and the tension slowly disappeared.

Standing with both feet, holding the edge of the podium with one hand, lifting the pen in the other hand, licking the tip of the pen on the inkstone, and writing on the paper.

"The water is bright and beautiful when it is sunny..." The first stroke of the word "Shui" was written in a wrong way. Song Baojun hurriedly turned around and asked, "Teacher Qiu, is this okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Qiu Yuancheng looked stern and refused to comment.

Song Baojun was sweating while writing. He was really not the material for writing. His strokes were written in a twisty and slanted manner, with his strokes sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes left and right, as messy and ugly as chicken feet. Not to mention the Yan Gu Liu Feng Lanting spirit, he was even worse than elementary school students.

Qiu Yuancheng put his hands on his back, shook his head while looking.

Next is "The mountains are empty and rainy. If you want to compare West Lake with Xizi, it is always suitable for heavy makeup and light makeup." After the trembling and trembling, Su Shi finally finished writing, "Drinking on the Lake for the First Sun, Rain after the Rain", the ethereal and ethereal artistic conception described in the poem is completely messy in his writing, as if a pool of mud.

When the mo's traces were dry, Qiu Yuancheng ordered the girl who served Mo to hold up Song Baojun's work. This character was a big blow when it was displayed. To be honest, it was too ugly. The students here had more or less calligraphy skills. They did not say that they could bloom their calligraphy, but they were written in a neat way, so they would not be ridiculed when they were taken out.

Ke Yuwei shouted first: "Song Baojun, you have read twelve books and written like this. What calligraphy class should you take? Teacher Qiu, fire him quickly! He is not worthy of being your student!"

Song Baojun hid his shame and threw down his pen and bowed to everyone: "Showing ugly things!"

"Putting ugly? Do you know that you are making ugly?" Ke Yuwei showed no mercy.

Qiu Yuancheng was about to comment, but Song Baojun picked up the tutorial stick and hung it on the blackboard and said: "Look at this word, it is simple and clumsy. Although it is not a good idea, it has natural charm and returns to nature! Who can write good writing after birth? It's not like that classmate Ke Yuwei, who is full of craftsmanship and can't learn anything in the end."

Qiu Yuancheng said: "This..."

Song Baojun interrupted Teacher Qiu and said loudly: "Of course, in the spirit of communicating and discussing with Teacher Qiu, I think my words still have a lot of room for improvement. Look, the water is shimmering and sunny, and this poem is so good, with twenty-eight simple words. The beauty of West Lake is written without any extravagance, which is a metaphor. For West Lake, whether it is sunny or rainy, or Xi Shi, it is not changed by its beauty. Chen Yan said the last two sentences in "The Essence of Song Poetry" 'so it became the West Lake'. It was indeed beautiful, and it was extremely beautiful."

It was originally a comment on calligraphy, but he changed his mind and turned the content to the poem itself, which made a lot of talk. If it was an ancient poetry appreciation class, his comment was good, but this was a calligraphy class.

Qiu Yuancheng could no longer bear it, and snatched the instruction stick from Song Baojun's hand and shouted sternly: "Go down!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and the girl who was serving Mo laughed so hard that she leaned back and forth, and a thick snot spurted out.

Song Baojun sideways and avoids it casually, bows and says, "Cheng Ren Cheng Ren." He shook his shoulders and returns to his seat as the students cheered and applauded, and smiled and nodded to everyone. The girl Shi Mo was ashamed of shame, and hurriedly squatted into the back of the podium to wipe her nose.

Qiu Yuancheng's face turned pale and opened the copybook and said, "This word is too bad, there is no need to explain it. Let's appreciate the characteristics of Su Shi's calligraphy work "Red Cliff Fu"."

Many people around him looked at Song Baojun with sympathy, and the copybook he wrote was said to be bad by his mentor in public, which was really embarrassing.

As if Song Baojun hadn't realized it, he still spread his books to listen to the class. Halfway through the class, someone touched his elbow. When he looked back, a boy with a big pie face next to him handed a note.

The above is written in crooked handwriting: "I also like Su Shi's poems! Can you discuss them with you after class?"

You read that right, the characters Xi and Su Shi who I like are Chinese pinyin, and the subject and object are wrong. Just like when primary school students first learn to write, they often use pinyin first to replace them. The grammar is full of errors and omissions, representing the lowest level.

But this is a university class! No one who can get into this university is an idiot.

Song Baojun frowned and asked the boy with a big-faced face: "Who sent it?"

The boy with a big-faced face pointed ahead: "I don't know much, I mean I want to pass it on to you."

Song Baojun looked forward and saw a woman with a dark face in front of him smiling at him in a row. The woman had a wide nose, a dark and shiny skin, and a grin, and only two rows of shiny white teeth were exposed in the air. It was a female student from Nigeria, who seemed to be mixed in milk, which was very vivid and eye-catching.

No wonder Chinese characters are so badly written.

Song Baojun's heart almost popped out of his chest, and he quickly squeezed out a smiley face that was even worse than crying. He turned around and handed the note to the student behind him: "Classmate, that Nigerian girl wants to be friends with you."

"What?" The classmate looked confused.

"There is a girl who wants to be friends with you!" Song Baojun increased the volume a little.

The classmate happily put away the note and said, "Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner next time I have time."

"You're welcome, as a living Lei Feng, this is what I should do."

Qiu Yuancheng explained and asked the students to do half an hour of exercises, and the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Song Baojun walked with the flow of people to the back door with books in his arms, and saw a beautiful girl standing next to the corridor of the front door, looking at the crowd that surged out.
Chapter completed!