As a department director of the Academy of Fine Arts and a member of the Calligraphy Association who is inherited by famous teachers and thinks he has calligraphy cultivation, Wu Zhonghe still felt angry when he saw the four words on Zhong Yue's paper.

Wu Xia Amon, who are you scolding?

No matter how he looked, he seemed to be scolding him. When Zhong Yue picked up a small hair and finished the money, Wu Zhonghe finally couldn't help but feel angry. He supported his hands on the table and looked at Zhong Yue squintly.

"Wu Xia Amon, who are you talking about?"

Looking at Wu Zhonghe who was like an angry lion, Zhong Yue smiled knowingly, "No one is it? Don't substitute yourself for yourself."

"You..." Wu Zhonghe lowered his voice, which still attracted the students of the Academy of Fine Arts to look up. Huang Xu's eyes were also attracted, and he wanted to see who was angering their aunt Wu.

Just a row of numbers, a little ink stained, and a whole work was scrapped, which made him so angry that he almost threw his pen.

"Damn it, it's this person with the surname Zhong again!"

He was a little unhappy and put the whole Xuanzhi into a ball and threw it into the trash can on the side.

Zhong Yue wrapped the pen into the pen curtain and prepared to pour the ink back into the bottle.

"After using the ink, pour it back, which will easily deteriorate the ink and affect writing." The woman's warm reminder floated from the side.

As soon as Zhong Yue looked up, he saw Huang Mingchuan coming too, but hesitated to pour the ink back, "I'm used to it."

"Mr. Liu, Teacher Huang, look at this student who doesn't know where he comes from. It's okay if he writes ugly words, but he also writes things that convey negative energy. For such a person, I suggest driving out of the cultural center directly to avoid affecting such a rare artistic atmosphere."

Huang Mingchuan, who was standing by, had not read what Zhong Yue wrote yet. However, since the chance meeting in the morning, Wu Zhonghe's resistance to Zhong Yue made him feel very uncomfortable and said, "Director Wu, I brought this person to the competition. Is there any problem?"

Wu Zhonghe grabbed the felt paper without hesitation, "Look, these are all messy things. Such people are not even qualified to carry shoes to the guardian in our Academy of Fine Arts!"

"hehe."

"Puchi!"

Director Wu's voice became a little loud, which caused the students who had completed the work and eavesdropped on their ears to cover their mouths and chuckled.

The felt paper that was slightly wrinkled was thrown to the ground.

"Does the department chairs of colleges have this kind of qualities? They don't know how to respect other people's works, and they don't even have basic politeness and etiquette? I suggest you go back to elementary school, no, go back to kindergarten, and learn basic politeness from those little brothers and sisters."

Wu Zhonghe's eyes raised, "Mr. Liu, Teacher Huang, look, are there such shameless students? He even talked about etiquette to me, a university teacher. Wu Xia Ameng, do you think I, Wu, do you think I, Wu, are you so teasing me, Mr. Wu!"

Director Wu is showing off his power in colleges and universities, so he naturally has a bad temper. Students are all vulnerable groups in colleges and universities. How can he withstand the risk of fighting with department chairs? If he can tolerate it, he will endure it. However, Zhong Yue is not a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, and he is not accustomed to this face.

"Wu Xia A Meng refers to Lu Meng of Wu's Kingdom during the Three Kingdoms period..."

"You don't need to teach me history lessons! Don't think that you can do whatever you want, just think that you know how to write calligraphy, I..."

Liu Shao'e bent down and picked up the felt paper, looking at Zhong Yue in surprise, "Did you write this word?"

Wu Zhonghe was a little angry, "Yes, I watched this kid write with my own eyes! Mr. Liu, don't be angry, let's go. Teacher Huang, you brought the person, give you a face, and take it out quickly."

"Zhonghe, don't rush to drive people away. I haven't read such heavy words in a long time."

Huang Mingchuan also turned his attention to him. These old calligraphers could tell at a glance what kind of style the character belongs to.

"Jinnong's lacquer book?"

Liu Shao'e nodded, "I didn't expect that she had already understood Mr. Dong Xin's brushwork at such a young age. This heavy style cannot be written without three to five years of accumulation."

"What? Impossible!" Wu Zhonghe looked at felt paper carefully. He didn't have much research on Jinnong's lacquer books, but he just looked at the weird fonts and didn't read them much.

Huang Mingchuan also nodded and said, "Indeed, if someone without some basic skills, it will be difficult to grasp such a heavy brushstroke, which is rare."

Wu Zhonghe frowned, "Mr. Liu, we not only look at the brushwork, but also the content of the creation. Wu Xia Ameng, isn't this a swearing?"

"Mr. Wu, I'll repeat it again, don't substitute yourself with a good feeling, okay?"

Wu Zhonghe was also annoyed, "You said, this is not directed at me, who is it?"

Zhong Yue smiled, "The original source of this article is in "Jiang Biao Zhuan": As for today, those who know Yingbo are not Wuxia Amon. I use the four words Wuxia Amon from comparison, and think that I have a simple and shallow knowledge. If I can ask for advice humbly, I can also learn Yingbo in the future. Isn't that okay?"

Wu Zhonghe's face was so angry that he blushed, "I don't believe it!"

"Two teachers, don't you think Director Wu is targeting me too much?"

"Ahem, Zhonghe, go there and see if there is anyone who has completed the work." Huang Mingchuan felt that the university director was a little difficult now. He became a peacemaker and asked Wu Zhonghe to go down the slope quickly, and don't be stiff here, as it is embarrassing.

Wu Zhonghe narrowed his eyes and suddenly saw a familiar figure. Now, regardless of whether it affected the creation of the students around him, he hurriedly called out: "Teacher Han, Teacher Han, here."

"Zhonghe, why are you yelling so loudly? Do you know that the students are still creating? You are still the department head!"

Wu Zhonghe smiled embarrassedly, "Teacher Han, you are an expert in epigraphy. You can judge the words, can this word be considered a good word?"

After this question, even Liu Shao'e, who has always been gentle and elegant, can't hide her face. What does it mean? I think I don't have enough weight to speak?

"Let me see, tsk, Jinnong's lacquer book, well, it's full of charm. Did Mr. Liu demonstrate to the students present? Zhonghe, don't you know Mr. Liu's skills yet?"

In one sentence, Wu Zhonghe's face suddenly stiffened. Please check the signature first before evaluating it?

Liu Shao'e on the side smiled slightly, "Qiping, look at the signature."

Han Qiping was stunned. What a few meanings were not written by you? Put the reading glasses in your hand on it.

"Zhong Yue?"

The old man left Wu Zhonghe and handed the already wrinkled felt paper to Zhong Yue.

"You...you wrote it?"

Zhong Yue nodded with great pride and said, "I'm not here to be the one who is not here."

"What you write now?"

"Yes, Mr. Han."
Chapter completed!