"According to a reliable news from a newspaper, Duan Zhiqing, a new director who won a box office of up to 300 million yuan due to filming, announced that he would start shooting horror films in the near future, and claimed that it would break the current market structure of horror films. In response, some professionals in the circle expressed that they were not optimistic. A well-known director even said: The starting point is too high, making the young director become arrogant, and he will pay a heavy price for his youthful recklessness..."

After reading this, Li Muzhi stopped, "Which famous director is this? He is so embarrassed that he is eager for Mr. Duan to fail. He looks like an expert and continues to belittle others and elevate himself in front of the media! Zijin, are you right?"

"Zi Jin, why don't you speak?" Li Muzhi didn't hear Mu Zi Jin's voice. When she looked up, she saw Mu Zi Jin's eyes closed and her face was quiet. Then she remembered that Mu Zi Jin was conducting a calligraphy training course now, and of course she couldn't hear what she was saying.

"Zhi Yatou, I originally thought that Mu Yatou often dozed off during the day because she was too tired from work. Now it seems that you didn't give her time to rest." Uncle Hu made fun of driving in front.

Li Muzhi was displeased when she heard this and raised her mouth, "Uncle! You actually laughed at me for talking too much. You hate it the most, hum!"

In the past two days, Mu Zijin has been working hard to carry out various courses and training. C to B is a threshold. After passing C, the massive experience made her have to choose to take the specialization route, so what she has to do now is to improve all attributes to C.

At this moment, she was in a breeze-riding pavilion, and to her right, a young man in a white robe with wide sleeves stood with his back to his face.

The black hair that reached the waist was tied loosely with a royal blue ribbon. It fluttered gently with the breeze, holding a wine pot in one hand and a brush in the other. Sometimes I sipped the wine in the glass in one gulp, and sometimes I was excited to write with ink.

Even if he couldn't see his appearance, the spirit and freedom that only ancient literati had on her body still attracted Mu Zijin, making her unable to help but hold her breath, open her eyes wide, and want to engrave everything in front of her in her heart and never forget it.

Every time the young man finished writing a piece of paper, he threw it back with his hands. The paper flew straight towards Mu Zijin. She hurriedly reached out to catch it and looked down. The writing on the paper was powerful, the brushstrokes were gentle and subtle, and beautiful and beautiful.

Mu Zijin knows nothing about calligraphy, but the words at present seem to have their own vitality, and each character is constantly turning from light to thicker, outlining their strokes from nothing.

At this time, the young man turned around, his face was extremely handsome, his eyebrows were on his temples, his nose was tall, and his red lips were moderately thick and thin, and his unruly eyes were bright and burning.

Seeing the paper in Mu Zijin's hand, he stretched his eyebrows and said, "I said it's strange why there is no sound of landing. It turns out that they are all in your hands."

Mu Zijin looked up at the man, her heart full of admiration. She had outlined the style of ancient scholars in her mind countless times. Now, as she saw it with her own eyes, she realized that the imagination was powerless.

"Hello." After being stunned for a long time, Mu Zijin blushed and spoke in a stuttering manner.

When the young man saw Mu Zijin's shy appearance, he smiled, stretched out his long arms, grabbed Mu Zijin's wrist, and gently pulled her into his arms.

The ambiguous aura suddenly filled Mu Zijin's mind. The solid and powerful male body suddenly woke her up, subconsciously trying to escape, and she pushed hard, "What are you doing? Let me go! If you don't let go of me, I will..."

"What do you do?" the young man smiled frivolously. He deliberately put his face close to Mu Zijin's ear. "This is a course training space. Isn't it a modern saying that you are called 'I make the decision on my territory'? Here, you can only follow my teaching arrangements."

Mu Zijin's face turned red with anger. She wanted to kill someone in grief and anger. "I spent 5,000 fans to take the special calligraphy training class, not to receive men's color training."

"Sitting in your arms is also a compulsory course for a successful woman." The young man said, holding Mu Zijin and stroking to the side of the desk in the pavilion, placing her on his lap, taking a brush and handing it to Mu Zijin, "Now, let's start practicing calligraphy, starting with the simplest, your name."

The heat from the buttocks made Mu Zijin move uneasyly, "Can you get up and let me sit normally?"

The young man turned a deaf ear to Mu Zijin's request and slapped Mu Zijin's butt with a big hand, "Your approach just now is completely wrong. When men and women are in close contact with each other's bodies, the more they struggle, the more they will cause the other party's pain. Unless you want to seduce the other party, it's better to move less."

Mu Zijin's eyebrows were raised. Before she got angry, the young man quickly changed the subject and said, "This is like calligraphy. Writing should be done with the flow, from the heart, from the emotion, from the scenery, and deliberately, and it should be done with chaff." His expression was dignified like Confucius in the temple.

But Mu Zijin was not confused by the illusion in front of her. She accused her bluntly: "If you say these nonsense to me, I won't pursue your rude behavior just now? I don't even know how to hold the brush. What's the use of telling me about these?"

The young man raised his eyebrows, "You don't even have a foundation, but you dare to choose to take my class?"

"After my reputation reached thunderous yesterday, I activated all levels of courses. Didn't I follow the principle that the more expensive it is, the better it is. Who knew that you were so unreliable!" If Mu Zijin knew that such a pervert was in the special course, she wouldn't choose the special courses if she killed her. It would be useless that she was still yearning for her just now. It would be useless for him to waste his good looks.

"I'm not reliable?" The young man slowly raised his hand, his eyes full of threat.

Mu Zijin wanted to jump up in panic and escape from the devil's claws, but was gently pressed down by one hand of the other party.

"I said that in the training course, everything is mainly me. You can try it out after running." The young man's tone was calm, but Mu Zijin heard it coldly.

"The teacher is mighty and domineering." Mu Zijin had to surrender to his tyranny, and said insincere words against his will, and secretly swore in his heart that he would never choose his class next time.

"Be good." The young man rubbed her hair contentedly, "By the way, I would like to remind you that if you choose advanced courses, you will no longer be able to choose low-level courses in the future."

"What?!" Mu Zijin said angrily: "Then why didn't I remind me of this when I came in just now?"

"Aren't I reminding you now?"

Your sister's system!

Mu Zijin felt that sooner or later she would be tricked into a crazy situation by the system, but that would be the future. Can she not practice calligraphy now? It would be fine to change her tutor!

"Since it's a special course, do I have the right to choose a teacher?" Mu Zijin asked unwillingly.

The young man curled his lips, "There is a better calligraphy teacher in this world than me?"

"Who are you? You seem to be very powerful."

"Wang Xizhi."

"What? Are you Wang Xizhi? A generation of calligraphy saints? Why are you like a harassing maniac? "Mu Zijin suspected that he had heard the wrong name.

The young man was not annoyed and said lightly: "I am a normal man. I have been alone in the space for so long. Now even if I see a sow, it is a fairy-level existence. And I have not done anything rude to you, I am just teaching by words."

Mu Zijin's mouth twitched twice. The man's face was so thick that he could take it out to resist the atomic bomb.

"Okay, now start practicing calligraphy. Write your name out and show me."

Mu Zijin hypnotized himself. The other party was just a fictional character, with no entity at all, and he was a handsome man. What was the point of being touched? He didn't suffer any losses.

Under the breeze, a pair of men and women in the pavilion wrote intimately. If the man occasionally touched his feet and roared angrily, the scene would be very beautiful.

"I'm at the hotel, Zhiyato, wake up Muyato." Uncle Hu said to Li Muzhi after he stopped the car.

"No, I'm awake." Before Li Muzhi could make any moves, Mu Zijin just ended the class and woke up.

Li Muzhi saw a suspicious blush on Mu Zijin's face and said worriedly: "Zijin, why are your face so red? Are you sick?"

Mu Zijin coughed dryly and denied, "No, it's because the car is too stuffy."

"Oh, I saw you sleeping, so I didn't dare to open the window." Li Muzhi's understanding of men and women was blank, and she didn't doubt what Mu Zijin said at the moment.

"It's right that you don't open it. I don't want my sleeping position to be published in the newspaper one day."

Mu Zijin sorted out and got out of the car and walked into the hotel. Uncle Hu was waiting for them in the car.

"Zi Jin, you are here!" Cai Yinong saw Mu Zi Jin and his group coming, and hurriedly greeted him.

Mu Zijin smiled brightly, "Sorry, I came a little late, so Mr. Cai has been waiting for a long time."

Cai Yinong smiled and scolded: "You girl, still called Mr. Cai? Just like the old veteran Hu, just call me Sister K. You are too polite, you are just unfamiliar!"

Originally, Cai Yinong felt sorry for Yuan Hong's inability to shoot the Fairy Sword, so when Duan Zhiqing said that her movie lacked a male lead, she also agreed on the principle of not wasting.

Who knew that he had accidentally planted willows and became a shade of willows and achieved unprecedented success. Yuan Hong also became famous with this film. He entered people's sight one step earlier than the original Hu Yi. If Hu Yi succeeded with the Immortal Sword, then Tangren would have two well-known male artists at once, and Tangren's future would be even brighter. He would no longer be afraid of the male protagonist who did not show off.

Mu Zijin is now well-known and has an unlimited future, so Cai Yinong even thought about bringing each other closer together.
Chapter completed!