The copybook of winning streak was simultaneously displayed on the blackboard in front.

The three magnificent words are indeed very beautifully written. But after seeing the words on them clearly, I suddenly felt cold sweat.

Roommate B raised his hand and shouted, "Hey, this classmate! Don't you two want credits?"

Winning streak: "…"

The lecturer only came back to his senses.

Lian Sheng raised his hand, smiled at the lecturer, and signaled him to wait. Then he picked up the pen and added a word to the end.

"Confused"

Lian Sheng stood aside, held his hands in front of him, and said obediently: "I'm very confused."

The lecturer's face changed unpredictably. He stared at her for a long time, but he still went downstairs and asked, "What are you confused about?"

Lian Sheng said: "The inner world of calligraphy is profound and profound. It is not something we can easily understand."

The lecturer looked a little slow: "Your brush is well written, and you have been practicing for many years, right? It's really not easy."

It is inevitable that she can write well. After all, she has written calligraphy for decades.

The winning streak said tepidly: "How dare you act rashly? It's far less than you."

The lecturer shook his shoulders, took a step back, and asked with his head tilted, "Do you have any objections to me?"

"No." Lian Sheng said, "You and I met for the first time... I met for the second time. I was deeply impressed by your style. Where did you feel dissatisfied?"

"Second meeting?" the instructor stretched out his two fingers and said, "Aren't you a student in my class? You want to take credits, right?"

"..." Lian Sheng, "No, I'm just a student who came to listen to me and didn't choose your course."

Lecturer: "Your name."

Lian Sheng paused and said, "My name is Zhao Zhuolu."

The lecturer raised his hand and said anxiously: "That is Zhao Zhuolu!"

Lian Sheng raised his eyebrows and looked along his gaze. He found that Zhao Zhuoluo was indeed sitting in the middle seat.

Zhao Zhuolu: "..."

"..." Lian Sheng, "That's right, I'm his friend, Fang Jianyue."

Zhao Zhuolu raised his head and avoided the instructor's sight.

The roommates were behind, covering their faces in despair.

The lecturer shook his head, sighed, and said, "Forget it, we are also interested in the class anyway. We are given points for the final exam by reading the works. I was still a student not long ago, so I understand."

Lian Sheng clasped his fists, bowed to him, and then turned around and prepared to go down.

"Wait!" the lecturer called her and asked tentatively: "My class is really that sleepy?"

Lian Sheng thought for a while and said, "Actually, with just one sentence, I can make the students present wake up instantly and no longer sleepy."

Lecturer: "What is it?"

Lian Sheng walked to the center and raised his hand and waved it: "get out of class out!"

All living beings cheered and jumped up: "Yeah!"

lecturer:"……"

The ringtone rang at the right time, and all living beings rushed out. Lian Sheng shrugged at the lecturer and then walked down.

The instructor picked up his own things and quickly left the classroom.

Zhao Zhuolu jumped out of his seat, chased after him and shouted: "Streat victory!"

Lian Sheng stretched out his hand at him: "Hello, I'm Fang Jianyue."

Zhao Zhuolu said speechlessly: "...Stop making trouble."

Lian Sheng said: "I didn't expect you to choose this course, but I don't want to name it. But don't worry, I didn't use your name to go out and cheat."

A boy pushed Zhao Zhuolu away, rushed to Lian Sheng, and shouted: "Goddess? Goddess? Anyway, he is a god!"

The boy wanted to hug her thighs, wiped his face and said, "That's great! The first time I saw you, I knew you were not an ordinary person! My military academy cannot be without you. Sister Lian!"

Lian Sheng got goosebumps and said alertly: "What do you want to do?"

The boy said: "That's right. We are planning the New Year's Day party, but our college program has no idea yet. So I want you to write a piece of calligraphy on stage as a performance."

Roommate Jiaqi said: "Your Military Academy still has this trouble? Didn't you decide on martial arts every year?"

The boy next to him shook his head in pain: "No, I was finally killed this year. It was said that he was uninnovative, lacking creativity, and was complained about. It was our turn in the year of pain."

Lian Sheng said: "Then go sing."

"No!" said roommate A. "All evening shows are judged by professors. They cannot be perfunctory and must be real. How can this temporary chorus be able to survive their standards?"

Lian Sheng frowned and said, "Why do you have to? Isn't this just an entertainment banquet?"

"It's true." Roommate A said, "We have a university, but we have money! All the equipment and laboratories are updated in real time. The products that our school has replaced and resold to other schools are also cutting-edge equipment. What's important is that they can support thousands of experimental projects of all sizes."

Winning streak: “…so?”

"And this money is not approved by the league, but is mostly donated and sponsored by others. In order to thank these donors, our school party will be open to the public every New Year's Day. Those who come are famous, so our school party is very famous." Roommate A said, "Today, it has become a tradition to show the style of students. It is related to the honor of our school, and every program must be strictly controlled."

Winning streak: "Then don't participate."

Roommate A said: "That's not OK! Students who don't know how to be grateful will be given certain punishments to the Alliance University."

She said as she stretched out her hands and shook it in front of her.

Lian Sheng tentatively said: "Fine?"

Roommate A: "Every year, junior students are responsible for the evening party. All colleges and juniors will be fined ten credits."

Lian Sheng immediately looked at the few people: "It's just a simple task to write a piece of calligraphy, it's easy to talk about and talk about."

There were more than a dozen boys in total, and now they surrounded him and said excitedly: "Then you go with us now and report to the approval?"

Winning streak: "Accurate."

The three roommates left first because they were not from the Military Academy and had classes later. The rest immediately went to the review place.

At this time, there were several college people queued outside the classroom door. Some were performing large-scale performances and were full. So from the entrance of the classroom where the inspection was conducted, they lined up all the way to the entrance of the teaching building.

The formation looked very big, but it didn't take long. They were only half an hour before they were invited in.

Everyone pushed Lian Sheng forward, and she handed over the brush she had written before and said, "Apply for Military Academy to perform calligraphy."

The professor took it with both hands, looked at the words for a long time, and shook his head and said, "No."

Lian Sheng took a step forward, looked at his bare head and said seriously: "You can say that this paper is not good, but you can't say that my words are not good. General Lian will not accept this criticism."

"I'm not saying that this word is not good, I'm saying that this show is not good." The professor put down the paper and said, "We can't go up to a student and just write a few strokes. Even if the show is over. What do you think about this?"

"I can." Lian Sheng said, "I can write a whole article. I can write a book."

"..." The professor said laughing and crying, "I mean, writing is too quiet, so there is still something to see."

Zhao Zhuolu proposed: "We will write more martial arts."

Professor: "Unparalleled."

Lian Sheng said: "Then martial arts and painting."

Professor: "This is almost the same."

"This word is really good." The professor touched his chin and said, "Why would you please give us a word for this evening party."

Winning streak: "One credit."

Professor: "The school pays for it."

Lian Sheng chuckled lightly, raised his head and said proudly: "I am very rich."

The professor pondered for a moment: "As extracurricular practice, I will report you an additional 0.5 credits."

Lian Sheng was silent. Zhao Zhuolu reminded: "It's better than nothing."

Winning streak: "Trade."

The professor waved: "You guys go out first. Next group."

Several people turned around and left.

"No." A boy stamped his feet and said, "We are a college program, and we haven't done it. Is it useful to get the 00-5 credits? It's still personal."

Lian Sheng looked at him: "Or what do you think of me? I can beat drums, trumpets, and fight wars."

A tall and strong boy next to him rushed over and lay on the table and screamed: "Show me the military department a clear way, Professor! There is a rare group of big men who have a delicate girl, you will not give me any more, what should we do? Look at how good it is to the School of Materials Engineering! Just provide props, and we also apply to provide only technical guidance!"

The professor said astonished: "Your Military Academy has something meaningful to do! Every year, it's martial arts, but it's not good at all! Who wants to see you practice military fist? Just pull a dozen people up, it's not neat and there's no momentum of a military academy student!"

The student sincerely said: "We can practice Sanda this time!"

"No!" said the professor, "If you have the ability, you can do an acrobatic. I'll let you pass it right away! Otherwise, you can go back and rehearse well, and come to me after you have a momentum!"

The boy said: "How can we have time? Professor. We have to fight on the battlefield, attend classes, and train..."
To be continued...