"Comparing them all? I don't have the ability." Lin Yue looked into Pan Xiaogang's eyes and said, "But I am still somewhat sure of winning everyone's recognition."
That's a very polite thing to say.
However, for those who have already entered the society, you can definitely hear the humility and confidence in this sentence... It should be said that it is humility based on strong self-confidence. It is polite, polite and neither humble nor overbearing. It not only respects others, but also shows Own.
The people on the playground now are all grown-up children who have not been criticized by the world. They simply think that what he says sounds very comfortable. Compared with Pan Xiaogang's aggressiveness, he is extremely polite.
In fact, Lin Yue could use his language and performance skills to make the onlookers hate Pan Xiaogang, just like Chen Xiaozheng did when Zheng Wei wasted the food in his lunch box, but he was not prepared to do this, facing Ruan Guan's emotional insecurities. It is difficult to change the mind of a girl who has walked into darkness on a night road. The first step he has to do is to deepen her impression and let her know that he is a very good person.
He is not the serious and restrained Chen Xiaozheng, he is not the timid and cowardly Zhao Shiyong, nor is he the yuppie and unruly Xu Kaiyang, he is the new Kaiyang who is advancing bravely.
"Open, what are you doing? Didn't Xu Kaiyang tell you to wait for him?" Zheng Wei grabbed his arm and signaled him with her eyes not to mess around.
"I'm going to borrow a pen from my brother in the calligraphy club."
Lin Yue patted her wrist and walked to the new recruitment point of the calligraphy club.
"A Yang, where is your pen?"
Ayang pointed to a writing brush placed on the pen holder and said with a worried look: "Open up, there is no need for us to vent our anger on those guys with strong limbs and simple minds."
School is not society, but schools also have chains of contempt.
Those who play basketball look down on those who play football, just like tall handsome men look down on diaosi; those who play football look down on those who play table tennis, just like diaosi look down on bumpkins;
The members of the calligraphy club are basically nerdy. In their words, playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, and tea is an elegant thing. They are good celebrities and sweat profusely on the playground. They rely on height and sports to attract girls. Naturally, I didn’t like the school basketball team member I hugged.
Lin Yue smiled at him, took a piece of rice paper and placed it on the table. He held the brush horizontally and dipped it in the inkstone. After a moment's pause, he pressed the tip of the pen down gently and exerted a little force on his wrist. Each beautiful and smart brush calligraphy floated on the paper.
Ayang opened his mouth and swallowed back the words that came to his mouth one by one.
Is this the word "open"? Can you believe it?
That guy who almost pissed off the professor to death in the sketching class, and whose English composition was so sloppy that the lecturer got mad on the stage? But when he picked up the brush, the characters dyed with ink seemed to come to life. Each stroke was charming and colorful, which was so pleasing to the eye that people couldn't stop.
When several people from the calligraphy club saw A Yang's expression and walked over, their expressions changed completely the next moment.
Calligraphy is not much more popular than Go. Students of this age who love calligraphy are generally influenced by their families and have a very high starting point. However, looking at classmate Zhang’s handwriting, my face feels a little hot and I feel a little panicked.
Zheng Wei, Ruan Guan, and Zhu Xiaobei squeezed in when Lin Yue just finished writing.
I have never enjoyed military service in my life, even though the bronze bird has climbed up several times.
If you can't hear it on the night platform, you can sing a sad song to the west mausoleum.
Some people know the origin of this poem, and some people don't know the origin of this poem, but regardless of whether they know it or not, the impression in their minds is the same.
Beautiful~
Good looking~
"I've only learned a little bit, and I'm still at the stage of copying other people's works. I hope my classmates in the calligraphy club won't laugh."
Depend on!
Ayang really wanted to give him a slap in the face. He could copy to the extent that the fake was the real thing. At this level, all the members of the calligraphy club could only carry his shoes. I think it would be great if he took this thing to his grandfather who loves calligraphy and is a little famous. Everyone will praise you.
"Open the calligraphy club, are you interested in coming to the calligraphy club? We don't charge you any membership fees." The speaker was the president of the calligraphy club. It is said that his grandfather was once a high official in the province next door. He was good at calligraphy before he retired and was one of the best calligraphers in China. Member of the Home Association.
Needless to say, one sentence expresses the attitude of the calligraphy club.
Recognition?
It's more than just recognition. For those who know a little bit about it, it's amazing.
Lin Yue said: "If you don't force me to participate in the event."
"No problem, come over and play when you have time, and share your experiences with everyone. Calligraphy is about cultivating one's moral character. The calligraphy club is very free and not so particular."
"That's it, I'll come and play with you when I have time." Lin Yue smiled at him and walked towards the drama club diagonally across the street.
Li asked who he was, the master counterfeiter in "Wushuang". He could handle U.S. bills, let alone copy ancient calligraphy.
When he arrived at the drama club to recruit new recruits, Lin Yue saw at a glance the little fat man huddled behind the table where the props were placed, not daring to see anyone.
This weakling, the Go club was besieged by Pan Xiaogang and his men, but he remained indifferent. He was not as good as girls like Zheng Wei and Ruan Guan.
"Thunderstorm, right?" Lin Yue walked to the table next to the stage, picked up the script and flipped through it. After finishing, he looked at the people in the drama club: "I remember my father took me to watch this drama when I was a child. It was very shocking at the time. I was in high school. I also thought about whether I should go to a drama school or something if possible, but unfortunately I have no acting talent, so in the end I had to choose to be a mason."
This statement resonates with the people in the drama club. In this era of booming film industry, which young person does not have a dream to be an actor? Otherwise they wouldn’t join the drama club.
"Just this paragraph, it's relatively short." Lin Yue saw that the president of the drama club didn't say anything, and handed the script to Fat Girl: "You should still play Sifeng. This time, don't let Fatty steal your lines."
Fat Girl gave Xiao Fat a fierce look.
Lin Yue looked at Xiaopang and said, "You play Zhou Chong, no problem."
"I have no problem..."
Xiaopang meant that there was nothing wrong with him, but something was wrong with Lin Yue.
"No problem, don't waste everyone's time, let's get started."
"oh."
Lin Yue and Fat Girl came on stage, while Little Fatty stood under the stage.
Including Pan Xiaogang, everyone onlookers looked confused. Is he serious?
No need to memorize lines? Is it OK after just one glance at the script?
Zheng Wei looked at Classmate Zhang on the stage with great interest, feeling that this person was as brave as him... oh no, I should say brave.
"Ruan Guan, I think he is a bit like you." It was Zhu Xiaobei who spoke.
"What's the meaning?"
"You don't panic when things change, and you have a strong ability to withstand pressure. If it were me, I would have been stunned by this situation."
Zheng Wei said: "Don't tell me, it's true, they are quite similar."
While the three girls were talking, there was movement among the three people on the stage.
Xiaopang stretched out his hand as if knocking on the door.
Boom, boom, boom.
Lin Yue glanced over there and his face changed slightly: "It's almost eleven o'clock, who is here?"
The fat girl leaned forward very exaggeratedly: "Dad...Dad, please let me see it."
Lin Yue's eyes flickered and he pulled her suddenly: "No, let me out."
After speaking, he took two steps forward and made a gesture to open the door. After he finished, he opened the door on the right and looked out. He lowered his voice and asked, "Who is it?"
Xiaopang said: "Is your surname Lu here?"
Lin Yue pondered for a moment: "Yes, what are you doing?" The slightly raised tone revealed caution and warning.
Xiaopang said from below: "Looking for someone."
Lin Yue said: "Who are you?"
Xiaopang said: "My surname is Zhou."
The solemn expression on Lin Yue's face suddenly melted away. His eyes were full of surprise. He turned back to Fat Girl with a look of anticipation: "Look, isn't he here? Someone from the Zhou family is here."
Fat girl: "..."
She forgot her lines.
"No, no, no..." Xiaopang reminded from below.
After saying that three times, Fat Girl remembered it and made a frightened look with her teeth and claws: "No, Dad, you said we were all out."
"..."
The discussion in the audience was low at first, and then gradually became louder.
Kai Zhang did not recite a single line wrong, and did not laugh because of the fat girl's embarrassing face. No matter the expressions, movements, or the emotions contained in the lines, there were no flaws.
Two words, professional------the attitude towards the performance is very correct, and the character of the character is well understood.
It's like he rehearsed for a long time before going on stage.
The president of the drama club is a junior girl who is in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship with a member of the school basketball team. Originally, she should have sided with Pan Xiaogang, but now...she chose to applaud because the audience is not a fool. Even the blink of an eye brings drama. As for the little fat girl and the fat girl, every move will only cause drama.
What's going on with this guy?
Pan Xiaogang was very depressed. Since the two met for the first time, he knew that the flamboyant guy was from the Department of Architecture and his name was Zhang Zhang. He kept the name in mind. Later, Zhang Zhang refused the recruitment of the school basketball team leader, which made him very upset. I was annoyed, so I asked someone to investigate the situation of the unscrupulous guy.
His grades were so bad that he repeated a grade.
Skip class, play cards and have a fight.
Smoking, drinking and watching porn.
Following Xu Kaiyang's ass, eating and drinking, wasting your life.
…
He is a completely ignorant and unskilled person.
What about yourself? Unite classmates, show kindness to teachers, join the student union to get scholarships, and even joined the party this year. I am also a good student in studies.
If he were to compete with a guy like that, would he be convinced?
Of course he couldn't swallow this breath.
But what about now?
The president of the calligraphy club wooed him, but the president of the drama club had nothing to say.
Could it be that...the information is wrong? Or...what happened just now was all a coincidence?
