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Chapter 545: Chapter 355: Teacher’s Praise
𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
Yu Wen’s loud scolding, like a heavy punch from the sky, knocked Dan Kaiquan back to reality.
He then realized he had been lost in his fantasies.
Dan Kaiquan gave an awkward smile, looking around thankfully Bai Yuxia had gone to the calligraphy classroom and hadn’t noticed him; otherwise, he would have definitely embarrassed himself.
To lighten his mood, he ran to the back row, "Brother Nan, let’s go, calligraphy class."
"You’ve finally come to your senses."
In Dan Kaiquan’s mind, he sculpted himself as a young calligraphy genius.
Having a goal gave him a direction to strive for.
"Let’s hurry," Guo Kun Nan said as he picked up his phone and looked at the chat box, filled with his monologues.
He had sent many messages, and Xu Yan hadn’t replied to any.
Guo Kun Nan comforted himself: ’It must be because Director Wang checked the phones, and that scared Xu Yan into not bringing her phone.’
’Damn it, it’s all Director Wang’s fault!’
Thinking this, Guo Kun Nan felt much better as he walked and messaged, "I’ve joined the calligraphy class, I’m also a learned man who has practiced calligraphy."
Building 4, third floor.
The large classroom was brightly lit; stepping inside felt much more spacious than ordinary classrooms, as if expanding both body and mind.
Dan Kaiquan surveyed the room and saw most faces were unfamiliar.
The calligraphy class was open to the entire first-year level, so many students participated, and the large classroom was almost full with a few minutes to spare before the class began.
He had sharp eyes and quickly located where Bai Yuxia was sitting.
Guo Kun Nan also had sharp eyes; he found Xu Yan from Class 11.
"Brother Quan, where are you sitting?" asked Guo Kun Nan.
Dan Kaiquan wanted to approach Bai Yuxia but wasn’t sure on what grounds; his pride wouldn’t allow him to stoop low. If he shone brilliantly, even from a corner, she would still see him.
Therefore, Dan Kaiquan decisively joined Wang Longlong and Ma Shicheng.
Near the southern windows.
Chen Siyu and Chen Siqing were sitting together, and Bai Yuxia was sitting with Jiang Ning.
All around them were students from other classes, unfamiliar with each other.
"Hey, is this seat taken?" a girl asked, pointing to the spot next to Jiang Ning.
"It’s taken."
"Uh, okay then," the girl said, a bit disappointed, and turned to leave.
Bai Yuxia’s eyes showed slight confusion; everyone had arrived, so why did Jiang Ning still say the seat was taken?
While she pondered, a small figure appeared amidst the noisy classroom.
"Tongtong, didn’t you say you weren’t coming?" Chen Siyu asked curiously.
Xue Yuantong replied, "Jiang Ning is here."
The bustling classroom continuously filled with students.
Class 5’s Cao Kun scanned the room and walked over saying,
"Ziyun, let’s sit here."
A pretty girl in a skirt gave Jiang Ning a few extra glances, recognizing him as the student who won several medals at the sports meet.
With the arrival of the Chinese language teacher, Dai Yongquan, the large classroom gradually quieted down.
Many students were attending a calligraphy class for the first time in their lives and were quite curious.
Dai Yongquan had brought a young teacher to distribute paper and ink to everyone, all free of charge.
Jiang Ning quietly watched the scene, remembering his high school days didn’t have such benefits.
It seems Shao Shuangshuang’s donation had made a difference; Fourth Middle School now had more funds.
Shao Shuangshuang’s fame had drawn many alumni who originally hadn’t planned on attending the anniversary celebration, like the real estate tycoon Lin Han; the donations received by Fourth Middle School this time were much higher than before.
However, the Chinese language teacher didn’t waste resources extravagantly; they used one bottle of ink for every three people.
The desks in the large classroom were different from those in regular classrooms, each accommodating three seats. Jiang Ning, Xue Yuantong, and Bai Yuxia shared one bottle.
Dai Yongquan stood at the podium, stammering his way through the basics of calligraphy, while the projector screen displayed every stroke.
After a brief introduction, he asked the students to start learning from the basic horizontal stroke.
Bai Yuxia dipped her brush in ink and made her strokes, her movements tidy; she sat upright, her figure graceful and her face beautiful, drawing the attention of surrounding students.
A pretty girl is always the center of attention, especially in a place like the large classroom where many students came with a casual attitude; seeing an attractive girl, they naturally looked her way more.
Bai Yuxia wrote her name; she indeed had a foundation, and although her writing showed some artifice, it was truly beautiful.
"Xiaxia, that’s impressive," Chen Siyu commented.
Not only her, but across the aisle, other students also looked over.
Bai Yuxia didn’t show joy and said, "It’s been a long time since I’ve written, it’s not good."
Xue Yuantong, across the seat from her, dipped her brush in ink and wrote a name, but she didn’t write her own name; she wrote Jiang Ning’s.
"Jiang Ning, write my name quickly," Xue Yuantong urged, as if this would make things fair.
Jiang Ning held the brush and wrote her name.
Bai Yuxia glanced sideways and paused slightly at the sight of the writing on the paper.
Some handwriting, once seen, immediately endears itself to you.
Jiang Ning’s handwriting did just that for her.
The formation of the characters was exquisite, as if naturally perfected, uniquely comfortable.
"Not bad, you’ve got 90% of my level," Xue Yuantong said, lifting her childish chin. Her frame was delicate and petite, and her voice was soft, but she held a strong spirit.
Bai Yuxia’s lips curved, revealing shallow dimples.
Her sister Chen Siqing was frustrated with her own poor writing; when she turned around and saw Jiang Ning’s writing, her mouth hung open in awe. While she was still struggling with basic strokes, Jiang Ning had already reached the pinnacle.
"Jiang Ning, can you teach me?"
"Teach me how to maneuver the brush."
Bai Yuxia added, "Do you mean, hand by hand?"
