Jiang Qingyi's beautiful cheeks were flashing with complex light. She looked at Su Mu's back who was gradually walking towards the table and couldn't help but whisper: "Wuyou, what is your brother's teacher? Does he really understand calligraphy? You know I have nothing else. What I want to say is that if he doesn't know, you know that he will become a laughing stock because of this. △Not everyone can bear the humiliating look. If this group of people make fun of it again, I think he will definitely be shameless. By then..."

"Xiaoyi, you really thought about it too much, I believe him." Jian Wuyou said with calm eyes.

"Do you believe him?" Jiang Qingyi raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, I believe him. As long as there is such a reason, it will be possible. He said that he would be passionate here. He would definitely complete it as a king. I believe he would not fall to the first level. I want to watch him pass the level and become the number one person in our school's carnival." The more Jian Wuyou said, the more outrageous Jiang Qingyi was, and what he thought of was that Jian Wuyou was a fool.

I don’t know what medicine this man gave Jian Wuyou to make her obsessed with? But that’s fine. If he really fails, it can still make Jian Wuyou wake up.

Jian Wuyou, who is awake.

A stranger who was humiliated.

Of course, Jiang Qingyi would choose the former without hesitation.

OK, if you want to embarrass someone, then throw it away.

Is it embarrassing?

Su Mu never did things that were unsure, and he would not do things like embarrassing. He said that he would definitely do it if he wanted to show Jian Wuyou the most dazzling light today. Thinking of the assassination he encountered this morning, thinking of the official list, if he had not been in the official list, Su Mu had an urge to vent for some reason. Isn’t what I have learned to make a big splash? Why should I keep a low profile with such an opportunity?

Only when I am alive can I indulge in laughter and squander my youth.

Even if I am dead, who can care about me?

You college students are not very capable. They are quite capable of sarcasm and ridicule people. Do you think that a person who is not a trivial person dares to go to Liangshan? You don’t even have the ability to distinguish at least. Do you think you shouldn’t be hit hard by reality? Wait, when I raise my pen, I will start teaching you. When I finish writing, you will know how realistic the class I taught you is, and what kind of mood should you face me.

Su Mu stood quietly at the table, glanced over, and picked up the brush hanging on the pen holder casually. When he picked up the brush, many college students still showed a mockery expression on their faces, but Dong Weiwen and Jiang Qingyi's expressions became serious in an instant. The layman watched the excitement and the insiders looked at the tricks. The two of them took the pen from Su Mu. From the temperament that Su Mu stood at the table, they could feel a not-so-simple aura.

This person is definitely not a general person or a person who seeks fame and reputation.

Su Mu moved.

Swish.

From the beginning to the end of the pen, Su Mu did not have any pause in one go. In just three minutes, he put the brush respectfully, got up and left the table. When he returned to Jian Wuyou, Su Mu smiled slightly.

"Let's go to the next one."

"Okay." Jian Wuyou smiled.

"I said, brother, are you leaving like this?"

"There isn't such a pretentious person?"

"In three minutes, I wrote a calligraphy that we all admire. Is this too fake?"

When the two of them were about to leave, the college students standing here showed disdain and sneering on their faces. There was only one picture in their minds, that is, the classic Tang Bohu of Stephen Chow, a man who made a chicken eating rice in the blink of an eye. In their opinion, Su Mu's actions just now were like that. You pick up the brush and make a flicker, and you will say that what you wrote was a classic work. I'm sorry. Can you not be so exaggerated?

Stop, you will return our goddess.

Our goddess follows you like this, which is simply a humiliation to our Wu Yue University. We will never tolerate this happening.

Hearing this sarcastic sarcasm, Jian Wuyou's face was covered with frost. When he was about to get angry while speaking, Su Mu gently patted her arm and said gently: "It's okay. If you want to be petty with them, don't think about living in the future, you will be angry to death."

"Well, I'll listen to you." Jian Wuyou's anger disappeared without a trace in an instant, and then the bird followed the human word.

Don’t you feel uncomfortable with me being close to Su Mu like this?

If you don’t like it, I will let you see it. I want to stimulate you. What do I, Jian Wuyou, want to do, and when do you need to point fingers? I am the master of my life, why do you interfere in my life?

This is Jian Wuyou, who is a bit stubborn in his personality.

"Oh, I actually just want to be a handsome man quietly, come quietly and leave quietly, but you don't let me do this. Okay, since you have to stop me, I will just tell you a reason. This is a calligraphy club, right? How many of you are here are for calligraphy? Do you dare to say that it is because of this reason when you pat your chest? You dare not say that because you join this calligraphy club, you should be the beautiful president?

Your motives are not pure, but you give me some advice here. I don’t know what you think. Do you say that the school teaches you this? Shouldn’t you know what humility is a virtue? Shouldn’t you be impressed by the first thought that you face a challenger like me? Your current performance makes me disappointed with the knowledge you have learned in college and blushed with the education you received. You’d better not want to attack me, because what I’m talking about is reality, a cruel reality that you all know but no one wants to face.

If you really have a love for calligraphy, I hope you stay. In addition to this reason, you should all leave this club as soon as possible. That is respect for you and respect for calligraphy. I ask you not to bury and humiliate the spirit of calligraphy, because this is one of the few cultural essences left to us by our ancestors, and it is a treasure of the country. It cannot withstand any of you in any form of entertainment or selfish desires."

Su Mu was holding Jian Wuyou's hand, and a cold look swept across the audience. A strong aura of high spirits emerged. After teaching all the students a lesson, he turned around and locked Jiang Qingyi not far away.

"There are your personal promotional photos there? The photos are good and the title is clear. If there is no surprise, you should continue to be the fourth president and become the fourth president. If there is no accident, I believe that not many people can obtain this honor in the history of Wuyue University. You can obtain it, which is enough to prove that you are very good at writing. But just that, your good calligraphy does not mean that you are a qualified president.

I don't believe that you don't know why these people joined the calligraphy club. You must know. You know but don't sift, you know but don't eliminate them, you know but don't pay attention to it, do you think that you are qualified to be the president? You may think that the more people join your club, the more popular calligraphy will become. But is that really the case? How can a person who joins the club and the purpose of joining the club be able to understand the spirit of calligraphy?

Is the spirit of calligraphy something that those of them can control and understand? I said that letting them leave the group is respect for themselves and respect for the spirit of calligraphy. This is also given to you. As the president of the calligraphy club, if you really have respect for the spirit of calligraphy, you should eliminate the people in your club as soon as possible. The uneven quality has never been the driving force for a club to develop healthily, and this can only become a resistance. If you eliminate them, it is a respect for them, and it is also a respect for you, and it is a respect for the spirit of calligraphy."

After Su Mu finished venting happily, he turned around and left.

You can think whatever you want. If you take what I say to you as an ear to your ears, you must think that I am humiliating you, and you will think so. I have said everything I should say, you can't be enlightened, I can only say, "Bless you."

The two of them left the calligraphy club under the gaze of attention, leaving two beautiful backs to everyone.

"Look at what he wrote?"

"I really don't believe this person is so awesome."

"The calligraphy he wrote should be best matched with his words. If his calligraphy is bullshit, I will teach him a lesson."

"Yes, let's see if his calligraphy works?"

...

Crash.

With the noise of many students, Dong Weiwen and Jiang Qingyi, who woke up from the shock, quickly walked to the table. When the two of them saw the font written by Su Mu, they were stunned on the spot. Jiang Qingyi, who was scolded by Su Mu in an angry manner, swallowed hard, and looked at the banner placed on the table. There was still a little bit of decadent anger on her face after being taught a lesson, and she was shocked and stunned.

"Tsk tsk...tsk tsk...tsk tsk!" Dong Weiwen's eyes were full of marvel.

"Professor Dong, don't just say tsk, hurry up and tell me how these words he wrote?"

Someone next to him started to ask urgently, but there was no need to ask more questions, because even those who don’t understand calligraphy can recognize whether Su Mu’s calligraphy is good or bad. Any of the words written by others can be taken out is enough for them to worship. The reason they asked was to find psychological comfort. If the comments given by Dong Weiwen were just like this, they could go down the stage.

But unfortunately, Dong Weiwen not only did not give the comments they wanted, but instead shouted like a madman.

"Master, he can definitely be called a master-level calligrapher, and it is difficult for any calligrapher in the world to be better than him."
Chapter completed!