"Who is Huang Sanjia you?"

When he asked this, Zhong Yue felt a little stupid and quickly added, "Is Huang Sanjia your grandfather?"

Huang Youwei looked out the window and raised her sharpened chin tip, "Yuanhua Hotel, I met unexpectedly, I'm lucky to meet you."

Zhong Yue didn't expect that such a coincidence would happen. He tried his best to ask Li Deming for help, but there was Huang Sanjia's granddaughter sitting next to him. It was really a will for God to mess with people.

But things were finally completed. Since Huang Sanjia agreed to help, seeing Li Deming's face, he would suppress such a gangster like Pan Wei. I think the name of the Third Master is not for nothing.

Zhong Yue was not bored to attract the enemy. Because Huang Sanjia had too much interaction with the person in front of him, he replied with a smile: "That's really a coincidence."

Huang Youwei's gaze drifted to the side, looking at the glass window on the door. Generally, such doors are installed in classrooms that provide learning so that the head teacher and instructor can peep outside the door.

She saw those angry eyes and cast a provocative look at her.

Zhong Yue turned his back to the door, so he couldn't feel the murderous intent outside the door. He just saw Huang Youwei's vision drifting away, so he asked, "Is the air conditioner too cold?" The switch that controlled the air conditioner was right next to the door, but it had been adjusted to twenty-eight degrees. It was hard for Zhong Yue to imagine what power the cold air conditioner that was turned on to thirty degrees would have.

"No, someone is here to look for you. I think she is here to look for you. Well, I think so."

Zhong Yue looked back and saw a side face flashing.

Gu Qin?

Why does she always know where I am?

Huang Youwei was so cold that she was as hot as her body temperature, and she could hardly see any joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. "Don't you catch up with me? She seemed very angry."

The phone vibrated a few times.

A series of more than a dozen messages, if the card is a machine, keep jumping out of the screen, one after another.

"Zhong Yue, you bastard!"

"Zhong Yue, you bastard!"

"Zhong Yue, you bastard!"

“…”

Maybe the phone is broken.

Zhong Yue thought so.

He smiled slightly and said to himself: Chase me? I owe it!

After returning to his position and sitting quietly, Zhong Yue continued to copy the "Lingfei Jing".

On the first floor of the Science and Education Center, the front desk staff looked at Gu Qin with an angry face and smiled embarrassedly and politely, "This... um, parents, do you have anything to help?" He was very impressed by this girl and charged 30,000 yuan for course fees. It was not that he had seen so much money. It was the first time he saw her at one time.

"I canceled the previous student card for me."

"Ah? Is there anything you don't like?"

Gu Qin cut him over with a glance, "Yes, I'm not satisfied from head to toe, okay!"

"Oh... OK, please show the student card you have applied for. According to the rules and regulations, 5% of the fee will be deducted. You'd better consider it. After all, knowledge is your lifelong wealth."

"I lost it, no need to refund the money."

Six telegraph-like answers made the staff feel like they were stuck in their throats. What kind of anger is this? The fire at the city gate will affect the pond fish.

"Then please show the ID card you used to register."

Gu Qin slapped his ID card on the table, bit his lip, and looked at the phone screen without any noise. His thumb was about to break the screen. This bastard was actually spending my mother's money in this "sacred" classroom to pick up girls? Go to your Pikachu!

The staff wiped the sweat from his forehead and frowned: "Hello, this... the computer shows that your student card is on the way to use, so why don't you go up and look for it..."

"It's lost, it's lost! Are you deaf or am I not speaking smoothly?"

"Oh, OK. The student card fee is 20 yuan, please pay."

Gu Qin was not on this, and said, "Put it inside."

"I'm sorry, this may not work."

"Why?"

The staff had already felt that the air brought by the person in front of him was gradually heating up, and replied weakly: "This is the regulation."

Bang!

A picture of twenty yuan was slapped on the table, and the aura showed a feeling of 20 million.

"I will give this rule one hundred points!" As he said that, he slapped a light green grandfather on the table.

The staff risked their lives and took away the Twenty card and swallowed, "Thank you, just twenty is enough, not twenty..."

...

The two people in the study room seemed to have a tacit understanding and did not disturb each other. Zhong Yue was looking for the use of brush strokes in his calligraphy.

This must be a long process, just like building blocks. You can choose an ordinary building block that has no excellence, or you can find another way, but the risk that comes with a different way is that it causes structural instability, and a character will collapse. It requires innovation to find another way and stabilize the style of the entire character, which requires trying.

So how should this accumulated pen tip be leaped out to fit the overall style of Xiaojian?

When I read Wen Hengshan's copy of "Lingfei Jing" for the last time, Zhong Yue clearly felt that when Mr. Hengshan handled this leap, he would directly raise the pen and close the pen in a single piece. It was clean and neat, and it was a way of "leap". However, each stroke was exactly the same, and it seemed too many and single.

Regarding Wen Zhengming's calligraphy achievements, calligraphers generally believe that although small regular script is gentle and sophisticated, there are not many changes in brushwork, which is related to a person's personality. A Confucian scholar who has been loyal and filial to the imperial examination for fifty years will naturally not be comparable to those bold and unrestrained calligraphy masters.

The one Zhong Yue uses the most now is such a clean and neat brush stroke.

After all, it was an unwise behavior. Zhong Yue opened his mobile phone and looked up information to see how the calligraphy masters of ancient and modern times deal with different brush-brush expressions.

Calligraphy is an art. Since it is art, such research is understandable.

The sound of the piano in my ears was melodious, and both of them were immersed in their own fun...

...

...

Gu Tianhao sat on the leather chair, and the tablet next to him was a surveillance camera transferred from the Y family.

Gu Tianhao, who had a somewhat complicated expression on his face, stared at Zhong Yue in sportswear, frowned, and looked solemn.

The video stayed on a picture with a clear face, and Gu Tianhao murmured to himself, "What do you value him? It's very ordinary... Xiao Zhang, find him for me."

“Yes, Chairman.”

"Don't alert the enemy. I want to get all his information, including his family background, habits, and all medical records."

The assistant beside him trembled his eyelids, "Okay, Chairman."

"By the way, there is also a record of check-in."

“…”
Chapter completed!