I have to say nothing about it. I have to change my phone. After choosing for a long time, I finally picked a price-performance ratio, Dami mobile phone, which costs 3,200 yuan.

After paying, the number above directly becomes "102.05".

Finally more than one hundred!

It feels so good to spend money, but it’s really not enough to spend 10,000 yuan. I have to buy two things casually.

It would be great if he could have a million dollars.

"You can learn a skill."

Cheng Qing was a little excited. He discovered two skills he could learn in class, one was the junior piano and the other was the junior singing skills.

Cheng Qing didn't know who could learn skills on the top of his head, but he felt it was impossible that only the two of them had skills on the top of his head.

"Go to the library to find it." If you want to talk about where there are the most people, it must be the library at this time, which is both cool and quiet.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qing found a few books and started walking towards the library.

Several major libraries of the University of Finance and Economics are basically filled with people every day. As soon as Cheng Qing entered, he immediately saw a large amount of data. As long as the person who appeared in front of him, all data will be generated.

【Discovery skills: Primary ballet, 100 experience, is it extracted?】

Cheng Qing saw a skill prompt on a girl's head.

ballet?

Forget it, I don't seem to need it very much.

【Discovery Skills: Elementary Ice Skating Skills, 100 Experiences, Is it extracted?】

ice skating?

Forget it, it's not safe.

【Discovery Skills: Primary Guitar Skills, 100 Experiences, Is it extracted?】

The guitar is a good one, and it is a powerful tool for pretending. After thinking about it, he doesn't have a guitar, and he doesn't have a place to use it after learning this skill.

【Discovery skills: Elementary calligraphy skills, 100 experience, is it extracted?】

Cheng Qing roughly scanned the people in the library, and he had a lot of skills, but he found that it didn't seem to be of much use to the present.

However, after thinking about it, you can increase your experience by spending money, and there is no need to be too cautious about using these hundred experiences.

The first time I learned skills was to do an experiment.

【yes】

Cheng Qing walked up to someone and clicked yes.

【Using 100 experiences, successfully learn basic calligraphy skills.】

As soon as the words flashed in front of him, Cheng Qing immediately felt that many things appeared in his brain, all of which were related to calligraphy.

From the appreciation of calligraphy to the writing skills of calligraphy, it is like something he has practiced since childhood, and it is integrated with him.

Cheng Qing had a feeling that if he gave him a brush and rice paper at this time, he could write a beautiful dress code.

The reason I chose to learn calligraphy is because the class monitor notified in the group a few days ago that the school was organizing a college student calligraphy competition, and hoped that those who had practiced calligraphy in the class would actively participate.

As of now, no one has signed up, and the squad leader is almost worried.

After learning a primary skill, I only had 2.05 experience left, so I didn’t have enough to learn one more.

“Is it possible for those who are particularly outstanding in some aspects that have skills?”

"I learned other people's skills, is the same level as his?"

These two questions arose in Cheng Qing's mind. He thought about the calligraphy skills he had learned, and now he felt that calligraphy was engraved in his mind.

Calligraphy of this level should not be mastered by a college student, but also a college student with a wealthy university, right?

So is the primary skill actually higher than the learned person’s level?

Or does the learned skills have nothing to do with the strength of the learner?

While thinking about these things, he suddenly heard Duan Lingfei's voice.

"Cheng Qing, come here."

Duan Lingfei saw Cheng Qing standing at the entrance of the library, looking around, and waved to him and shouted softly.

Cheng Qing saw the three people sitting in the corner, and hurried over with his schoolbags on his back.

"I didn't even remember what Mr. Fan said today. Who of you has any notes to show me?"

After sitting down next to them, Cheng Qing took out his notebook.

Fan Laomo’s name was not only found in their class, but was passed down from previous classes. His class was not only strict discipline, but also far ahead in the final exam failure rate.

You must understand what you are talking about in class thoroughly, otherwise you will suffer at the end of the period.

"Here, I've sorted it out." Xu Rui took his notes and handed them to Cheng Qing.

Cheng Qing took it and started taking his own notes.

"Did Wang Cicheng say yesterday that he could get a prize of 10,000 yuan when he participated in a calligraphy competition?" Cheng Qing asked while copying notes.

"It seems yes, but only the top three can get a bonus, the first place can get 10,000, and the last two can only have 3,000."

This message is still hanging in the group.

The purpose of the school's activity is to increase the school's cultural atmosphere. It is forced to publish at least one work in each class when they are afraid that students will not participate.

This made Wang Ci difficult. He asked all the better handwriting in the class. He only wrote better handwriting, but his brush calligraphy was completely incomprehensible. He never thought about winning the prize, so he shook his head and refused.

"How do you think I'm registering?" Cheng Qing said in a surprising way.

"I heard it right? Do you want to sign up?" Dong Xiaodou looked disbelieving.

"Yesterday Wang Cicheng came to our dormitory to ask, but I didn't see you and asked to sign up." Duan Lingfei also shook his head.

Although Xu Rui didn't say anything, he seemed to think Cheng Qing was joking.

"I thought it would be better to be low-key when I first went to college, but now I find that life without money is too difficult. To be honest, I have been practicing calligraphy since elementary school. Look at my hand and this calluses are all ground into calligraphy."

Cheng Qing was not afraid of the wind and his tongue flashing. His hands were smooth, delicate and slender. Except for the pen often holding a bit of calluses above his middle finger, he did not see any calluses elsewhere.

"Damn, Cheng Qing, you have really practiced calligraphy. If you didn't say it earlier, you must register. You can not only make money but also compete for honor for the class and dormitory."

Duan Lingfei believed Cheng Qing's words a little. After all, everyone has only known each other for a month, and they don't know each other's details.

"Yes, Wang Cicheng asked me if I wanted to participate in the competition today, but I refused. If you want to participate, I will tell him now that he is in a hurry these two days." Dong Xiaodou's pen writing was quite easy to read, and the squad leader was in a hurry to seek medical treatment. He refused to ask him to participate in the competition.

"Okay, tell him, just say I'm willing to participate in the competition."

"Okay~"

After saying that, Dong Xiaodou sent a message to Wang Cicheng.

At this time, Wang Cicheng was writing in the dormitory. No one was willing to participate, so he could only attend it himself. There were many classes he participated in, and it was not his own embarrassment, at most he would not win awards.

He comforted himself so much.

Wang Cicheng saw the message from Dong Xiaodou, saying that Cheng Qing from their dormitory was willing to participate in a calligraphy competition, and that he began practicing calligraphy in elementary school.

"Is Cheng Qing in the dormitory now? I'll come to find him right now."

Wang Cicheng was so excited that he saw that the day of the competition was coming soon, and someone was finally willing to participate.

“In the library.”

"Okay, I'll go there now."

He threw the paper that was worse than the shit on the table into a ball and threw it into the trash can, and then rushed to the library with his pen, ink and paper.

In the library.

"How is it, how do you get back?" Duan Lingfei asked.

“He said come here now.”

"It seems he is really anxious."

...

Not long after, a man as windy as he appeared at the entrance of the library. After he entered, he searched from the back rows.

"Squad leader, here." Dong Xiaodou stood up and waved.

"Here you come."

When he walked up to him, Wang Cicheng looked at Cheng Qing and said excitedly: "Dong Xiaodou said you have been practicing calligraphy since elementary school. Is it true?"

"yes."

"It's so great. You are really my benefactor. I have brought you both the brush, rice paper and ink. Why don't you just write one here?"

I will hand in my work tomorrow, and there is really no time left.

[Since someone took over, I don’t have to embarrass myself, haha.]

Cheng Qing looked at Wang Cicheng strangely, which made him look guilty and felt like he was seen through with a little thought.
Chapter completed!