If you plant flowers and flowers, you will not bloom, and if you plant willows and willows, you will become shade.

——"Enhanced Virtue"

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Yanjing Institute of Technology and Arts.

After careful arrangement and preparation, the Academy Cultural Exhibition officially kicked off.

I heard that the leaders of the city’s cultural department arrived, and the principal and professors lined up to greet them. Xia Lan, as an assistant teacher, was of course no exception.

Following the professor all the way, she glanced at Gu Xi's handwritten banner hanging on the building and took a deep breath.

The seats are already in stock, and the mineral water is one bottle per person...

Confirm that everything was ready, Xia Lan let out a sigh and stood behind the professor.

Several cars stopped, and several leaders from the city's education and culture departments got out of the car one after another.

Everyone surrounded the black car in front and greeted an old man with gray hair, long beard and looked a bit fairy-like and sensual.

This old man is no other person, but the former Minister of the Ministry of Culture, and the master of calligraphy and painting, Ye Zhiqiu.

"Old Ye!" The principal came over with a smile, "Welcome to you back. The teachers and students were so excited when they heard that you were coming!"

When he was young, Ye Zhiqiu was the principal of the college and has always taken good care of the school.

Ye Zhiqiu nodded and looked around and smiled at everyone.

"The college has achieved its current achievements, thank you for your hard work!"

"Old Ye, leaders and teachers, please!" The principal politely invited everyone to the steps, introducing the situation of the school, "This multi-functional building was built two years ago, and now it is mainly used for our art teaching and research."

Ye Zhiqiu stopped, looked up at the beautiful modern building in front of him, and nodded with a beard in his hand.

His eyes fell on the door of the building, and the old man's half-closed eyes suddenly widened.

On the red banner, there are large white characters, iron and silver hooks, and the pen is full of strength.

This word...

It was comparable to Gu Xi, who had been studying for many years.

"This..." The old man raised his right hand and pointed to the banner in mid-air. His voice was trembling with excitement, "Where did this banner... come from?"

Banner?!

With a word from the old man, everyone's eyes were poured on the banner.

The photography professor raised his face and his eyes fell on the banner, and his brow jumped.

The banner that was supposed to be printed actually became handwritten, and...

What is this written? Why is it all in traditional Chinese?!

The professor turned his face and glared at Xia Lan with a stern look.

"What's going on?"

"I……"

Xia Lan is speechless.

"Old Ye!" The principal glared at the photography professor and smiled. "These are all responsible for the school. After all, they are young and sometimes they don't do anything. Don't be angry!"

"Then... who wrote this word?!" Ye Zhiqiu asked urgently.

"This..." The principal turned his face and looked at the professor of photography inquiringly, giving a wink.

The professor of photography came over helplessly: "Old Ye, he is... my student."

"Are people here?"

"It's here." The professor turned his face and looked at Xia Lan, "Xia Lan, can't you come?"

She was so nervous that Xia Lan gritted her teeth and walked up to her.

"Old Ye, I am responsible for this banner."

Such a young girl can write such good words?

Mr. Ye was surprised and happy, and he was still a little unbelievable.

After all, such words cannot be written without more than ten years of experience.

Looking at Xia Lan, his tone was serious.
Chapter completed!