After the host reported the title of the program, everyone on the stage looked different.

And the audience who did not submit head-to-ear connections and clapped themselves, just like the VIPs in the front row were also talking about it.

"Calligraphy? Principal is full of talents in your school." said the middle-aged man sitting in the main seat.

"Minister Liu praised it. Young people just do some writing and writing. I don't know what they can write," Principal Yu knew that the deputy minister of the Ministry of Education was a calligraphy enthusiast and smiled and said, "It is a blessing to ask Minister Liu to have time to give him a calligraphy gift, reads;."

Minister Liu smiled and shook his head, "I won't be ugly. It's rare to have an interesting little guy. Let's watch the performance. At least it can be written in front of so many people, and the courage is commendable."

Principal Yu nodded and did not speak. As Xiao Si and the others took the stage, everyone's discussion stopped a little, and they all stared at the performance with their eyes wide open.

Just as Minister Liu said, courage is commendable. This is the thought in most of the guests, which is very real and realistic. After all, calligraphy is difficult to achieve without long-term immersion. Think about how a freshman who has just entered school can write good words?

Most of the guests watched the performance with the idea of ​​encouragement and support. Nowadays, there are not many young people who can practice calligraphy intently. Of course, these are the opinions of some older teachers who have been engaged in education for many years.

The sound of the guzheng sounded, Lin Xiaoyu danced immediately, and Xiao Si also held the pen in both hands, calming down.

""High Mountains and Flowing Water"? Although it is played through electronics, not live, but it is appropriate to cooperate with the on-site writing." Minister Liu squinted his eyes and looked on the stage, as if he was really interested in this program. "Just just hold the pen in both hands, does he want to..."

Before he could say anything more, Xiao Si on the stage had already written it.

"The clouds and things are desolate, and the palaces of the Han family are moving in high autumn. The remaining stars are a few geese are blocking. The flute sounds like a man leaning against the building. The purple and half open the fence and the chrysanthemums are quiet, and the red clothes fall all over the shore and the lotus sorrow. The perch is beautiful and does not return, and she wears a southern crown and learns from the prisoner of Chu."

This is the right hand running script. It is the "Late Autumn of Chang'an" by Zhao Yu (Gu Sansheng) in the Tang Dynasty.

"The rogue poem is invading in the morning, and the stones are lying in the air and slitting around the fence and slitting in the sound of the stones. The hair is covered with beautiful hair and written in frost. The mouth and teeth are filled with fragrance and chanting with the moon. The paper is full of self-pity and resentment. Who can explain the autumn heart in a few words? After Tao Ling's comments on the preface, the eternal high wind has been spoken to this day."

This is the cursive script of Zuoshi, which is the "Ode to Chrysanthemums" by Cao Xueqin of the Qing Dynasty.

Since Xiao Si took the stage to write, he has been immersed in his works and completely forgot that he is performing. It is difficult to write with both hands, let alone write such two seven-character regulated verses. He has to be careful and focused to succeed.

The song of mountains and flowing water sounded on the stage, and Lin Xiaoyu moved with the music and danced around Colin. At some point, the long camera swinging arms came to the top of Colin, and the camera faithfully projected the picture onto the wide screen.

"One purpose is both practical and running and cursive, good! OK!" Minister Liu said happily.

A smile flashed in Principal Yu's eyes. He didn't expect that there would be such a capable person in this freshman. Minister Liu could say it was good. Of course, it was really good. This was not just flattery, but also because he understood what the good was.

First of all, the artistic conception is good, and the calligraphy performance is boring. Only those who know how to learn can enjoy the fun and lose a lot of fun on the young stage. However, in front of you, the unique sound of the Guzheng combined with the song brings everyone into a specific environment, allowing the audience to be unconsciously attracted, and slowly calm down while enjoying the dance, washing away the fatigue just now.

Second, it is good creativity, and it is not uncommon to use it in one mind. What is difficult is to write at the same time. Or to be watched by nearly 10,000 viewers. Write poems with different hands in different fonts, but this poem is of the same specification. How can the same theme be said to be unfair?

As for how the words are written, it became secondary, because this performance has already applauded everyone on the stage. For the principal, Minister Liu's satisfaction is the greatest comfort.

Although he is the president of Magic City University, he is under a lot of pressure. This time, he held a party with great fanfare to show his background and win the support of the city.

...

"It's really a talented person in the generations. I didn't expect that there would be such a talent among my juniors." In the front row, a beautiful woman holding a small bag exclaimed. She is one of the social representatives who returned to school this time, and she also graduated from the Magic City University. She also praised Colin's performance.

"Who said no? Think about it when we were freshman, we didn't know where to stay and play games. People are really incomparable to each other." A person next to the woman said.

"Come on, you kid is so shameless. If you weren't playing games, could you open a huge game company? Why? Now you have achieved something, and you will show off your score when you return to your alma mater?" The woman's words were very sharp.

The person next to him smiled bitterly, "Sister Wu, what are you saying? I am really moved. If I had the ability of the kid above, would I still be single? The game company is useful, and it is not a requirement for people to make a living now. How can I compare with Senior Wu?..."

"Okay, watch the show, I don't want you to disturb my mood." The woman snorted coldly.

This is just a small episode on the station. In fact, many people liked Colin's show. Since when, the students have raised their phones, taken photos and recorded videos, and their faces are very excited.

Damn, this is a great man, a martial arts-like character.

You can compare with Xiaolongnu's left hand drawing square and right hand drawing circle.

Anyway, they can't do it. I heard that they are still a freshman, which makes people even more sigh.

Various arguments and admiration gradually made the atmosphere in the audience heat up. Various pictures, messages, etc. appeared online as soon as possible, so that some students who did not enter the venue could even see it.

The audience was in a very small corner, and the students from Class 1 of History were all here. After Xiao Si went on stage to perform, everyone started talking about it.

"I really didn't expect that Colin, who looks thin and weak, has such ability!"

"Yes, every day I saw him sitting in the back, I thought he was a remote person."

"This show is great, I just don't know what's going on later?"

"I really envy this guy, I can definitely win the mysterious prize."

“What would it be?”

“…”

This is the conversation between the students, and the voices are not noticed in the huge audience.

In the teaching staff, some people couldn't help but praise it, but this time the target was Lin Hongru, the class director.

"Old Lin, your class has produced a talented man. It's a pity to put his calligraphy in your history department. Why not let him come to us..."

"Hey, I said Lao Qian, you are so rude. You started to poach me as soon as you entered school? Do you still have some professional ethics? Besides, this calligraphy is good, what does it have to do with you? Oh, as we can't have a calligrapher in our history department."

"Don't be excited, don't be excited, Lao Lin, that's not what I mean..."

"That's not what it means, what does that mean? You old boy, don't think I don't know your colorful intestines. Isn't it just that I want to train you well and take it to the Calligraphy Association as a tutor in the future to earn some reputation for you? Tell you, there is no way to reads;!"

"Don't, Lao Lin, everything is easy to discuss. Besides, the student has not expressed his opinion yet, this..."

"What can you do if I don't agree with this yarn?"

"I……"

The teachers next to them looked at the two who were quarreling with amusement. The two teachers Lin Qian entered the Magic City University in the same period to teach. They were a little bumpy on weekdays. Everyone knew that they would not blush and watch the show with joy.

Teacher Wu, not far away, also raised his ears and heard the bickering of the two teachers. He looked at it funny, and looked at the stage again, thinking to himself: Is this the program Hu Lidao mentioned? It's quite outstanding, I don't know what's going on next?

She was full of expectations. The promises in class were not lies. She also hoped that among these freshmen, there would be a few students who were eye-catching.

Obviously, Xiao Si's performance was successful!

“yes!yes!yes!yes!”

In a corner behind the stage, Liu Zijun, who was watching carefully, suddenly shouted three times in excitement.

Boss Hu also took a deep breath and smiled. Xiao Si's appearance this time was very eye-catching. Even if they were a little far away from the audience, they could hear the admiration in the audience, not to mention that the scene at this time was so beautiful.

Chen Feng was also filled with relief when he looked at Colin who was confident and freely on the stage.

Xiao Si did not wear glasses this time, and was wearing a silver-white tuxedo. With the bow tie on his neck, he completely lost his usual tenderness and had a mature and calm temperament all over his body.

My hair was combed backwards, and some wax was applied, which shone black and shiny as the light shines. My thin figure is not thin at this moment, but it is decorated with a hint of bookishness.

Writing is not on the table, but on the drawing board.

Like the one used in the wild sketching, the drawing board in front of Xiao Si is more slender.

Put it vertically in front of him, and write it with both hands dipped ink at the same time. From the top, each drawing board only writes two major vertical lines, and each vertical line is exactly four lines of poetry.

The running script board with the right hand is regular, the distance between the characters is very appropriate, and the style of the two kings is slightly reflected in the pen tip. The cursive hand in the left hand is cursive, with white paper and black characters, the brushstrokes are connected and round, and the shape of the characters is wild and changeable. While it is continuous and rewinding, it can make people feel some of his arrogant emotions.

"It seems that Xiao Si has put himself in!" Chen Feng found this and suddenly smiled and murmured.

But he didn't want to be heard by Liu Zijun beside him. He put it on Chen Feng's shoulder and asked, "Third brother, what have you entered the process? What are you talking about alone?"

"Look at Xiao Si, he was a little awkward at the beginning, but now he is becoming more mature and natural. Moreover, whether it is dance, music or noise, it has not disturbed him. It can be seen that this kid has become obsessed with the realm of forgetting things and forgetting things."

"So mysterious?" Liu Zijun also looked up.

...

After writing for more than two minutes, Colin took the opportunity to order the time and venue after finishing writing.

After finishing writing the last word, he was already sweating profusely, and the host was on stage at this time. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!