I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

"There are only 19 days left before the auditions."

"If Wuma doesn't have a sense of crisis, I can find someone to install an antenna on your head to learn about your opponent's operating methods."

“When you’ve seen enough, start writing.”

A girl’s disgusted voice came from outside the calligraphy group’s activity room:

"No boys allowed in the dance group!"

"Is this guy a pervert? Why is he lying at the door watching our rehearsal?"

Mr. Tian walked in the door with a disgraceful face and greeted several boys skillfully.

Since he often shares the behaviors and preferences of girls in the school on school forums, he has helped many boys find the ones they like, so he has a good reputation among boys.

Besides, he just made the same mistake that all teenage boys make.

But no one could wait for three hours in the school atrium like him, just waiting for a gust of wind to blow up the skirt of the discipline committee member.

Wuma Xingjin coughed a few times, with a hint of panic in his calmness:

"I'm sorry, because the minister is too cute."

Because Yuan Qingxue is not wearing small leather shoes, but soft-soled indoor shoes.

The place being stepped on feels more like being jumped on by a rabbit.

If possible, it wouldn't be a bad idea for the minister to step on it a few more times.

Wait, wasn't he influenced by Tian's agent?

Wuma Xingjin was shocked.

He noticed that the way the minister looked at him changed from recyclable garbage to hopeless scum.

"It's surprising that Wu Ma has such a preference."

Yuan Qingxue turned her head and lifted up a few strands of restless hair, revealing her pink earlobes:

"I advise you to give up. It's impossible for me to satisfy your despicable ideas."

Chapter 49 The pen and ink are the expression of youth

Members of the calligraphy team worked hard to carry the video recorder. Wu Ma Xingjin was worried that his thin arm would be crushed.

The young man entered the state almost as soon as he picked up the pen. He absorbed the ink from the hard wolf pen in his hand and began to write on the paper:

"The Emperor of Han was obsessed with sex and wanted to overwhelm the country. He couldn't get Yuyu for many years..."

The moment Wu Ma Xingjin started writing, in order to avoid disturbing his friends, Tian Jie also stopped joking and stood in a tacit understanding with other members of the calligraphy team to observe where his performance would not be affected.

As an ordinary brush, it has no vitality, but Wuma Xingjin is like the god who created life, giving it the vitality of a powerful dragon.

Miyaguchi Masaharu watched the young man writing freely and freely, his eyebrows furrowed into the character "Chuan".

Wu Ma Xingjin’s writing style looks very similar to Chu Suiliang’s, but his regular script style that is rich, strong and sharp is more like Yan Situ’s.

No matter how many times I watch it, Wu Ma Xingjin always makes people immersed in his brushwork like falling stones, painting like summer clouds, and hooks like bending gold.

Just as stunned as Miyaguchi Masaharu were the other members of the calligraphy team. From the initial shock to the slow numbness, there was no jealousy in the process, not to mention the gap was too big and there was no comparison.

As a gentleman who occasionally goes online to ask for study materials from S1 company teachers, everyone in the calligraphy group does not have the habit of being jealous of others.

It would be better to say that Hachioji High School can win even with face because of his classmate Wu Ma Xingjin.

In the field of literature, it is everyone's default rule that those who are capable should prevail.

after all.

Not everyone has a father from the Writers Association, a female author who can be licked just by writing something.

"Suddenly I heard that there is a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain is in the midst of nothingness."

Yuan Qingxue pursed her lips and stared at Wuma Xingjin, her eyes like the calm lake between the Tianshan Mountains reflecting the snowy scenery and high sky. As always, she could not see clearly the bottom of the lake shrouded in mist.

"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" is too long and requires more ink.

Yuan Qingxue quietly continued to study ink for Wuma Xingjin beside the case.

The ink is not polished by humans, but Hui ink with exquisite carvings blooms between Yuan Qingxue's fingers.

She is cold and indifferent, like a talented woman who came out of ink painting in ancient times.

The ink stick rich in oriental artistic temperament was rubbed in circles in her hand. Perhaps Yuan Qingxue at this time was more suitable for the status of the Minister of Literature.

The video guy recorded this scene.

Perhaps attracted by the smell of shampoo mixed with the scent of camellia in the minister's hair, Wuma Xingjin paused slightly in writing, but fortunately he controlled it, otherwise he would have to write more than half of "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" all over again.

The minister's smooth neck is like the finest white jade, and his hair is as black and bright as the ink washed in an inkstone. The distance is so close that you can reach out and hug him.

"cough cough"

Seeing that he was distracted, Yuan Qingxue coughed slightly to indicate that he was still recording.

"Wandering around while holding the clothes and pushing the pillow, the silver screen of pearls and foil spreads..."

After being brought back to his senses by the minister, Wu Ma Xingjin concentrated on writing the rest, took out the seal given to him by Principal Suzuki and stamped it on the rice paper.

Yuan Qingxue picked up the rice paper, and the cameraman quickly followed up and zoomed in to take the picture.

"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" written in regular script is square and dignified, and because of the youthful spirit, it is a little bit handsome.

Yuan Qingxue looked at it carefully for a while, then looked up and down at Wuma Xingjin, and carefully put the rice paper away.

"Please also ask Wu Ma to not slack off recently."

Please ask the cameraman to copy the video and send it to her, and ask Wuma Xingjin to remember to return the video recorder to the photography department. Yuan Qingxue left the calligraphy team.

She also wants to upload the video to Wuma Xingjin’s personal account.

"I'm super, Wuma, are you so strong!"

Agent Tian looked at his flowing and free-flowing demeanor. He looked like a young master. If he put it online, he would probably attract a large number of girls to be fascinated by it.

"I just learned a few hundred million points before."

"less bullshit"

Agent Tian rolled his eyes at him and looked down at the store menu on his mobile phone:

"A new maid restaurant opened recently. Do you want to check it out after school?"

"No, I still have to take Arakawa Kotoyuki to be a tutor."

"Why are you always hanging out with that transfer student lately?"

The Tian agent put his arm on Wuma Xingjin's shoulder and asked through gritted teeth:

"Are you dating? You are obviously dating Yuan Qingxue! You can see such a cute face every day, what else are you dissatisfied with? Don't you like it?"

"No, stop guessing."

Lies and truths were intertwined in his answers. How did Mr. Tian figure out that he liked the minister?

Seeing that there was no one around him, Wuma Xingjin lowered his voice and said:

"Where is the maid restaurant you mentioned? Find a time to try it out."

"You kid." Agent Tian said, "I don't know you yet":

"I shared the address on the line. Since you are going to work today, I will ask Murakami to come with you another day."

"Seeing that Arakawa Kotoyuki's relationship with you is unusual, I will delete all the messages about her on the forum when I get back."

"Damn it, why are all the cute girls around you?"

Wu Ma Xingjin took the video recorder from the cameraman and went to the photography department with Tian to return the equipment. Miyaguchi Masaharu stopped him:

"Wuma-san, please wait."

"Ok?"

Miyaguchi Masaharu's face turned the color of pig liver from suppressing his emotions, and he bowed to Wuma Xingjin as if he had made a decision:

"Please teach me calligraphy!"

Originally, I was dissatisfied with the half-penetrated Wu Ma Xingjin, thinking that the principal only let him join the calligraphy group because of his handsome appearance. Especially Wu Ma Xingjin's always careless fishing behavior, Miyaguchi Masaharu thought that it had tarnished the calligraphy in his mind.

Miyaguchi Masaharu, who is known as a talented man who indulges in freehand brushwork in the field of calligraphy, was completely impressed by a poem written by a young boy on an ordinary morning.

"So that's what happened, okay."

"But I'm quite busy outside of the calligraphy group."

"It's ok"

“I would be very grateful if you could spare a little time!”

The other members of the calligraphy team cursed in their hearts.

I didn’t expect that this guy Miyaguchi Masaharu, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, would be so scheming?

It's not like they didn't have the idea of ​​becoming a disciple of classmate Wu Ma Xingjin, but due to the scholar's reserve, they couldn't bear to lose face, so he was the one who beat them to it.

After being humiliated, Miyaguchi Masaharu secretly rejoiced that now he could finally come into contact with the writing techniques of Wang Shusheng and Yan Situ!

Although Yuan Qingxue's beauty and cuteness almost reached the ultimate charm that humans can achieve, in his eyes, calligraphy attracted him more.

Wuma Xingjin said goodbye to Miyaguchi Masaharu, and after delivering the video recorder, he and Tian Jie separated and went to the dance music group activity room.

"It's Senior Wu Ma!"

Nakazawa Shiori's sharp eyes saw Wuma Xingjin waiting at the door and greeted him happily.

"Where?"

"Is it that second-year Wuma Xingjin?"

"It is said that he seems to be very handsome. He receives more love letters every day than I receive APP spam emails."

"But I heard that he seems to be with third grader Kobayakawa..."

"Wasn't that rumor refuted by Principal Suzuki? But I don't mind even if Wuma-kun is interested."

"There are so many people waiting, you don't think it will be your turn, do you?"