My friends are gods

Chapter 41 Calligraphy Competition
While talking, Professor Liu walked casually in the office, his eyes swept over the teachers from time to time.

Many teachers bowed their heads in shame.

"It seems that it has not been selected."

Sighing, Professor Liu said helplessly: "As expected, after all, young people nowadays are not very interested in calligraphy, but our Haizhou University is also a well-known university, although it is not as good as those private noble schools. , but since you have the qualifications to participate in the calligraphy competition, you will naturally have to select someone, at least...you have to select one person to participate in the competition, right?"

Originally, he wanted to talk about three people.

But after thinking about it, it's really hard to pick out the three.

After all, the participants in the calligraphy competition are all elite students from their respective schools, one in a thousand or even one in a thousand.

Moreover, some aristocratic schools have very high requirements for calligraphy, and they are big dark horses to win the championship. Therefore, if there are too many students selected, they will fail in the end, so it is better to only select one.

All teachers do not answer.

They know their students well, and although the characters they write are not bad, they are far from calligraphy.

It's hard to be elegant at all!

If you go to the competition, you can only bring yourself to humiliate yourself in the end.

"Ugh……"

With a deep sigh, Professor Liu was extremely helpless and troubled, how could he find a student with excellent calligraphy?
He was at a loss, walking back and forth in the office.

Suddenly, Professor Liu's eyes fixed on one place.

That was Mu Han's desk.

"Which teacher is this?"

Professor Liu's eyes glowed with a strange brilliance. He took out the homework on it, observed it carefully, and became more and more shocked.

"This is the new counselor Mu Han's desk."

A chubby female teacher responded: "Teacher Mu Han is currently in the internship period and has just completed the handover with Teacher Yan Xiufang."

Professor Liu nodded lightly, and couldn't put it down, and said to himself from time to time: "Perfect, it is impeccable perfection, without any flaws, even if you are a master of calligraphy, you can't write it with a ballpoint pen. the words..."

……

In the next time, Song Qiming went to class with peace of mind.

He found that since practicing, it is easier for him to concentrate and learn everything very quickly.

The teacher just said the content once, and he can remember it pretty well.

This made Song Qiming secretly pleasantly surprised. It turns out that cultivation still has such an effect. Now, with just a little bit of guidance, he can understand the problems that he didn't understand before.

After class time.

Most of the students choose to go out to rest, get some fresh air or go to the bathroom.

Song Qiming and Zhou Wanqing were chatting in the classroom.

This chick, Zhong Biling, was trying to curry favor with Song Qiming, and would always find some topics on purpose.

After all, she misunderstood Song Qiming, and now she seems to admit her mistake.

While chatting happily, Mu Han walked into the classroom.

"What are you talking about, so happy?"

Walking over slowly, seeing the three of them chatting happily, Mu Han smiled lightly, and said gently: "That's right, tit for tat is not the style among classmates."

This sentence was obviously addressed to Song Qiming and Zhong Biling.

"Teacher, what's the matter?"

Song Qiming glanced at Mu Han, smiled slightly, and asked directly without answering the question.

"Your calligraphy is so good. During the winter vacation, there is an official calligraphy competition. Haizhou University hopes you can participate."

Gently flicking a strand of black hair hanging down, Mu Han said more casually, with a smile on his face.

In her opinion, Song Qiming would definitely not refuse with such calligraphy.

After all, this is an official event, and it comes with honor.

The most important thing is that as long as Song Qiming participates, he will definitely win the championship. She has never seen anyone whose calligraphy can reach this level with just a ballpoint pen. It is simply unbelievable.

"What?!"

Hearing Mu Han's words, Song Qiming was startled and subconsciously shouted.

Participating in a calligraphy competition?

What an international joke, my calligraphy is so miraculous only with the help of God.

If there is no spell, the words written by oneself can at best be understood by one person.

It is absolutely impossible to participate in a calligraphy competition!

"correct."

Mu Han smiled lightly, and Song Qiming's expression made her think it was a surprise, and then said: "I'm a new counselor, I don't know about this, Professor Liu told me when I was in the office, he looked at you I want you to participate in the homework, this is the best chance to win honor for our Haizhou University."

"Not participating!"

Song Qiming stood up directly, waved his palm, and said firmly.

Participate in a yarn!
Once you participate in the calligraphy competition, you will definitely reveal yourself.

"why?"

Mu Han frowned, wondering if Song Qiming, who had calligraphy all over, would refuse.

Song Qiming frowned.

why?
It's really hard to say, I can't say that I don't know calligraphy, after all, everyone in the class knows the homework I wrote.

But other than this, how do you respond?

Wrinkled and thinking for a while, Song Qiming rolled his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "My calligraphy is just random, out of interest, and if I participate in the competition, the meaning of calligraphy will be lost. Another thing... those who participated in the competition They are all students, what qualifications do they have to compare with me?

What qualifications!
What arrogant words!
However, Mu Han had no way to refute.

With a wry smile, Mu Han said bitterly: "So you are afraid that your status will be lowered."

Mu Han, who has seen Song Qiming's calligraphy, clearly knows that Song Qiming's calligraphy has definitely reached everyone's level, even better than everyone's calligraphy. It is indeed a little bit for such a character to participate in the competition among students. Lower your status.

However, Professor Liu gave her a death order, and Song Qiming must be allowed to participate.

"Ugh……"

Sighing, Mu Han said, "Just do the teacher a favor and go to this calligraphy competition."

"Absolutely not!"

Song Qiming refused righteously: "Apart from going to school, I have a very tight schedule for the winter vacation. I have a lot of things to do. I definitely won't participate in this calligraphy competition."

Mu Han's face collapsed, Song Qiming is a typical recalcitrant, what should I do?
"Go and tell Professor Liu to find someone else. I will definitely not participate." Song Qiming said firmly.

"Okay." Mu Han gave a wry smile, and said helplessly, "I can't help you if you insist on not participating. I will tell Professor Liu."

The notification came to no avail, so Mu Han could only go back to the office.

After watching Mu Han leave, Zhong Biling asked: "This is a great opportunity, why don't you participate in the calligraphy competition? With your calligraphy skills, you will definitely shine."

Song Qiming said earnestly: "Calligraphy is an art, not a competition. Why should I participate in the competition? Calligraphy does not distinguish between high and low. Participating in the competition is tantamount to humiliating calligraphy."

Zhong Biling was stunned.

After a while, she gave Song Qiming a thumbs up and said sincerely, "Not only are you highly accomplished in calligraphy, but you also have a high level of awareness and realm. Art cannot be measured by ranking."

Zhou Wanqing on the side looked at Song Qiming with brilliant eyes, she was almost a nympho.

Song Qiming, this man, is simply perfect to the extreme.

It seems that all aspects are so excellent that no one can compare.

In fact, only Song Qiming knew that he didn't have the ability to participate in a bullshit calligraphy competition.

(End of this chapter)