Ying Fei and Ying Ze have applied to join the Calligraphy Association. After Huang Zishi learned about this, he was shocked: "Sister, Xiaoze, why do you go to the Calligraphy Association?"

"Practice calligraphy to cultivate one's own character," Ying Fei replied.

Huang Zishi: "..." This is a good thing.

"Don't you join other clubs?" He asked with a little careful voice.

Ying Fei heard the strange thing in his tone, looked up and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What??"

"These days a senior brother has found me and invited me and you to join their club." Huang Zishi said and scratched his head: "The benefits and treatment are all pretty good."

Although his relationship with his father has eased a lot now, he knew the importance of money when the funds were frozen before.

Well, as long as the club performs well, it will add points to the graduation score. If one more point, it will squeeze out countless people who want to break the head and enter the General Legion.

Huang Zishi thought for a while and looked at Ying Fei with his eyes glowing: "Sister, you really don't think about it?"

"No consideration," Ying Fei shook his head and refused directly.

Huang Zishi was rejected and was a little sad: "Okay."

He turned his head and looked at Ying Ze with anticipation, and the latter shook his head: "I want to practice calligraphy."

"..." Huang Zishi, who was rejected one after another, was even more shocked and lay weakly on the desk.

After a long time, he slammed the table and stood up: "I decided."

Ying Fei and Ying Ze looked up at him, and only heard him say, "I want to join the Calligraphy Association too!!"

Ying Fei's mouth twitched slightly: "You don't have to follow us. You can join any club you like."

"No," Huang Zishi's expression was a bit serious: "There must be a reason why my sister joined the Calligraphy Association."

The reason was that Ying Fei and Ying Ze looked at each other. They only added it if they were quiet in the Calligraphy Association. Is that true?

After class, there was a club activity, so Huang Zishi followed the two back to the Calligraphy Association.

The Calligraphy Association is built in an exquisite courtyard with mountains and waters in the courtyard. The buildings are also antique and full of artistic conception.

When people walk into the yard, they will feel relaxed and they will become more comfortable.

Huang Zishi's nose moved and smelled a faint fragrance. The fragrance was quite good, deep and long, and it was not pungent. It surrounds the entire yard, and the light smoke blurs people's vision: "What's the fragrance?" He took a breath and felt relaxed.

"This is Qian Chenxiang," a faint voice came. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a man wearing a sky blue robe with a jade crown on his head. He sat upright on the bamboo mat in the pavilion in the courtyard.

The stranger is like a jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.

Two sentences of words appeared in Ying Fei's mind.

The man glanced around the three of them with a calm gaze, frowned slightly: "Didn't Xuanzhi say there are only two new members?"

"Hello, President," there are only two members in the Calligraphy Association. One of the vice presidents, Bo Xuanzhi, had already met them when they joined the test. So the first time the person in front of him was the president of the Calligraphy Association.

"Hello, senior brother, I want to apply to join the Calligraphy Association," Huang Zishi spoke quickly.

"Apply for joining? Then write a brush and read it first!" Shu Wangyou pointed to the desk in front of him and said.

Writing calligraphy??! When Huang Zishi heard this, his whole face became bitter. God knows that although he has a secondary class for brush calligraphy in elementary, junior and high schools, he has never taken the elective.

"What?" Shu Wangyou raised his eyebrows slightly: "You can't?"

"I haven't learned it!" Huang Zishi replied awkwardly.

Shu Wangyou frowned again: "Then why do you want to report to the Calligraphy Association? Few people in the Military Academy will apply to this club, and you didn't practice since you were a child." As he said that, he glanced at the Ying siblings, and a hint of praise flashed in his eyes.

He has read the words of these two junior brothers and sisters, and joining the Calligraphy Association is extremely correct.

"This... I want to learn," Huang Zishi held it in for a long time and wrote three words.

"Then write a word first for me to see." Shu Wangyou pointed to the pen and paper on the desk table again.

"Junior brother, don't worry, it's just an introductory test," another gentle voice came over, and the boy with a slender figure and a gentle breath came over: "This is to let us understand your skills and make a suitable training plan for you in the future!"

When Huang Zishi heard his words, he breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward, looked at the low table, secretly glanced at Shu Wangyou, who was kneeling at the low table, and sat down like him.

Holding the brush, I took a deep breath, waved the pen, and wrote on the paper quickly.

Ying Fei and Ying Ze took a look, and first paused, both showing a terrible expression.

I usually read the characters written by Huang Zishi, but why do calligraphy be like dogs?

After Huang Zishi wrote a few crooked words, he also showed an awkward expression. He put down his brush and his waist was straight, like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to correct his homework.

Shu Wangyou took the words he wrote, but his expression did not change at all. After carefully reading them, he put them down, "Although the words are ugly, they can be plastic!"

Huang Zishi: "??"

"Congratulations to this junior brother for joining the Calligraphy Association. This is your proof. Please fill in the information." Bo Xuanzhi smiled so hard that he handed over the application for joining the meeting.

Huang Zishi was a little overwhelmed: "..." Can this be passed?

"Sit down, Xiaofei and Ozawa, too. This is a fun party for you." The vice president pointed to the two spare low tables inside and outside the pavilion and said.

Ying Fei and the others nodded and sat down.

The president and the vice president introduced themselves. They were classmates in the same class as the Mecha Research Department.

What you should eat, what you should drink.

The president Shu Wangyou narrowed his eyes and said, "I have to practice calligraphy every day, come and practice calligraphy."

Everyone: "..."

"I first practice strokes with the words when I was young," Shu Wangyou looked at Huang Zi, then turned his head to look at Ying Fei and the other two: "As for you two!"

The Calligraphy Association's two-hour fun event, half an hour of talking and eating, and the rest of the time was called by the president to practice calligraphy.

——

Le Yangyang stared at his brain with a tangled face, muttering something, and the people next to him vaguely heard words like "ask" and "not asking".

"Yangyang, what's wrong with you?" Le Yangyang's roommate looked at her walking back and forth with confusion on her face.

Le Yangyang froze and shook his head: "I'm fine."

Then he walked into the room and threw himself into the soft big bed.

I am not familiar with that person, so I will ignore it.
Chapter completed!