Chapter 45 Campus Calligraphy Competition

The next morning.

Wang Yue saw Hu Qianhao come to class with dark circles under his eyes.

“What’s wrong with you? Were you out stealing cattle last night?”

Wang Yue asked.

Hu Qianhao looked dejected, “I confessed to An Ran last night.”

“Confessed on the first day you met? You’re something else.”

Wang Yue asked again, “And the result?”

Based on Wang Yue’s understanding of tea girls, she would definitely not refuse directly, but would keep giving Hu Qianhao hope, and eventually lead him to despair. In short, she would not be proactive, nor refuse, nor take responsibility.

“She just replied with a number.”

“I racked my brains and thought all night, but I still couldn’t figure out what that number meant.”

Wang Yue’s expression was odd, “What number?”

Hu Qianhao, “6.”

“Pfft.”

Wang Yue couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

It seemed this tea girl was quite angry with him, to treat the fish in her pond like this.

“Brother Yue, what are you laughing at? Do you know what it means?”

Hu Qianhao looked at Wang Yue in confusion.

“Look.”

Wang Yue gave a thumbs up, “Doesn’t this look like a 6?”

“Holy crap!”

Hu Qianhao suddenly understood, his eyes lit up, “You’re still the smart one, Brother Yue. How did I not think of that?”

“So, after I said all that, she’s praising me for being amazing?”

“I’ve got it!”

“An Ran must have seen my sincerity and wants to see my actual actions. I thought I had no chance.”

“Now it seems there are plenty of opportunities!”

“Let me pamper you to death!”

Hu Qianhao’s astonishing imagination amazed Wang Yue.

Indeed, the invisible self-deception was the most lethal.

Facing the dog-addicted Hu Qianhao, Wang Yue decided to let him be.

A dog that licks eventually has nothing left.

The first class today was still history.

Zuo Yue walked in with a brisk pace, a faint smile on her face.

It was clear that Zuo Yue was in a good mood today.

“Classmates, I have something to announce.”

Zuo Yue patted the podium, and the noisy classroom fell silent.

“Is there anyone in our class who can write calligraphy?”

Facing Zuo Yue’s question, many people turned their gazes to a boy.

This boy had a pointed, mouse-like face. His serious demeanor made him seem unapproachable, but when he smiled, he looked very amusing.

This person was Yang Dong, one of the soul figures of Class One.

The surname Yang was very rare.

Yang Dong was also an unconventional guy.

He was different from ordinary boys. Ordinary boys all liked pretty girls like Qiao Zixuan, An Ran, and Zhou Fangfang.

Yang Dong, on the other hand, liked to hang out with girls who were considered less attractive, and they had a great time. He once said that ugly girls have more beautiful hearts, so he also had a nickname – the Killer of Ugly Girls.

Besides that, what Yang Dong was most praised for was his excellent calligraphy.

Not only was his penmanship good, but his brush calligraphy was also among the best in the school, and he had even won awards. This was why everyone looked at him when calligraphy was mentioned.

Yang Dong remained expressionless, ignoring everyone’s gazes, and slowly raised his hand.

“Good, besides Yang Dong, is there anyone else?”

Zuo Yue asked with a smile.

“Teacher Zuo, I… I can too.”

Just then, a faint female voice rang out.

Everyone turned their attention to the girl.

However, there was no surprise.

This girl’s name was Wan Mengdie, a notoriously introverted girl in the class, the kind who would blush if she spoke to boys.

However, contrary to her personality, she had a very bold calligraphy style. Everyone knew her penmanship was good, so it wasn’t too surprising if she could also write brush calligraphy.

“Alright, now that Wan Mengdie and Yang Dong have raised their hands, is there anyone else?”

Zuo Yue encouraged with a smile, “This is a good thing, everyone participate actively. Of course, those who are half-hearted or don’t know at all should not join the fun.”

“I can too!”

Hearing about a good thing, another boy raised his hand.

This time, everyone was a little surprised.

“Zhang Tao can also write calligraphy? I’ve never seen it before.”

“Hahaha, he spends all day with girls. I thought he only knew how to knit sweaters and play cat’s cradle.”

“Zhang Tao’s handwriting is passable, but I don’t know about his brush calligraphy.”

Zhang Tao was also one of the famous people in Class One.

The reason he was famous was simple: he mingled with girls and didn’t like playing with boys.

He was also very knowledgeable about girls’ hobbies. In his own words – he only regretted being born male!

Facing the discussions from everyone.

Zhang Tao rolled his eyes, “Who are you guys looking down on? I’ve been practicing calligraphy for several years, alright?”

“Good, that makes three people. Is there anyone else?”

Zuo Yue asked again.

Wang Yue slowly raised his hand. How could he miss out on such a good thing?

He knew what the good thing Zuo Yue mentioned was.

The campus calligraphy competition!

The final winner would receive a prize of 5,000 yuan and 20 points for conduct.

Although these conduct points didn't seem very useful, the money was real.

In his previous life, Wang Yue had also participated in the competition.

But in the end, he didn’t even get a consolation prize.

Yang Dong won second place and was awarded a fountain pen worth over a thousand yuan.

Wan Mengdie received a consolation prize, a pencil case.

Zhang Tao and Wang Yue got nothing.

As for first place.

Thinking of that girl, Wang Yue was still somewhat amazed.

Shen Musi.

A girl with a very strong scholarly air, her appearance could be described with one word: amazing!

In terms of looks, she was comparable to Qiao Zixuan, but with the added scholarly aura, she was like a fairy from a painting, making people feel a sense of unattainability.

Her calligraphy was also amazing.

For students, it was already top-notch.

Yang Dong was so impressed after seeing Shen Musi’s calligraphy that he almost kowtowed to her on the spot.

Wang Yue was also among those who were convinced in his previous life.

“Shen Musi, this time, it’s my turn to amaze your life.”

Wang Yue thought to himself.

Seeing Wang Yue raise his hand, many people were shocked.

Because Wang Yue was truly low-key, and his handwriting was not considered good in normal times, only average. No one expected him to be able to write calligraphy.

“Why did Wang Yue raise his hand too? Can he write calligraphy?”

“He can’t! All he can do is play basketball.”

“Hahaha, calligraphy is for cultured people, it has nothing to do with this barbarian.”

“Wow! Wang Yue can actually write calligraphy, I love him even more!”

“As expected of my male god!”

The criticism mostly came from boys, while the praise mostly came from girls.

Qiao Zixuan looked at Wang Yue, her eyes shining.

She didn’t doubt Wang Yue’s ability at all.

As long as Wang Yue said he could, he would definitely be the best.

But why did she feel a little proud?

Zuo Yue was also a little surprised, but she still said with a smile, “It seems our class is truly full of hidden talents. You never know until you ask.”

“Is there anyone else signing up?”

This time, no one else raised their hand.

Zuo Yue nodded and said, “Since there’s no one else, I’ll get straight to the point.”

“This afternoon, the school is holding a campus calligraphy competition. The first prize is 5,000 yuan and 20 points for conduct; the second prize is a Parker fountain pen worth 1,888 yuan and 10 points for conduct; the third prize is a 500 yuan supermarket gift card and 5 points for conduct.”

Zuo Yue said with a smile, “The prizes are very generous. I hope you will bring glory to the class!”

Hearing Zuo Yue’s words, everyone’s eyes lit up.

5,000 yuan! That was a huge sum of money in those times!

The prizes for second and third place were also very generous.

Yang Dong’s eyes were burning with competitive spirit. He was determined to win the 5,000 yuan! He could use the money to treat his "moon face."

Hu Qianhao said enviously, “Damn, if I had known, I would have signed up too. I wonder if there are any participation prizes?”

“You can still sign up now,”

Wang Yue said with a smile.

Hu Qianhao shook his head, “Forget it, forget it. I know my own capabilities. Brother Yue, you go for it! I believe you can definitely win the championship! Although I’ve never seen you write calligraphy, hahaha.”

“Alright, let’s start the class now. Please open your textbooks. Today we will study ‘The Sino-Japanese War of Jiawu.’”

Zuo Yue patted the podium, and the classroom immediately quieted down.