After entering the classroom, the other students did not realize that this was the first time Song Baojun came to take calligraphy classes this year. He was originally an optional little transparent person, and it was the same whether he came or not, and no one cared.

The university class is full of seats, and there is no good seat in the front row, so I can only sit at the end. Ye Jingchun sat not far away, and was surprised to see Song Baojun coming, and smiled sweetly at him.

The course instructor was Qiu Yuancheng, a middle-aged man in his forties. He put down the lecture notes and did not name them, and started the lecture directly. This class was not taught by Ouyang Xun, but by Huang Tingjian.

Song Baojun was still thinking in the first semester of the first grade. Ouyang Xun was a native of the Tang Dynasty and had four masters of regular script. He had rigorous copywriting and strong writing skills, which was most convenient for beginners to learn. Huang Tingjian was a different state of mind, and was one of the types and styles that students need to come into contact after laying a solid foundation. It is not that Ouyang Xun could not compare to Huang Tingjian when adapting to beginners.

As usual, the first half of the course is to comment on Huang Tingjian's life, achievements, characteristics, difficulties and key points of calligraphy.

Song Baojun finished two semesters of classes and couldn't keep up with the progress at all. When he heard the tutor talk about the layout and spatial division in Huang Tingjian's works, the coexistence of momentum and force, the fit with Chinese paintings, poetry and prose, he felt confused and difficult.

It's really dismay. I was very ambitious, but now I can't even understand what I'm talking about.

Song Baojun became lazy and took out his cell phone to play. First, look at the text message, what was sent by Xi Caiwei.

Article 1: "Hey, I'm Xi Caiwei. I asked many people to find your mobile phone number. You are quite handsome in class today."

The second article is more than ten minutes later: "Why don't you reply to me? I'll apologize to you about yesterday."

Song Baojun was shocked: "This woman took the initiative to chat with me?" But immediately thought of the trap set by Yuan Shuang, who actively pursued her, and the lessons from the past are still vivid in my mind. He dared not act rashly for a while.

Do you want to ignore it? What if Xi Caiwei is sincere in love, wouldn’t it be a good opportunity? But if she is so careful, what if it is a trap? Xie Qilu’s party and I have nothing to do with her.

Suddenly, I became worried about gains and losses, and stayed in my seat and was frowning, just like a patient with late stages of constipation.

What was Song Baojun confused about? The handsome young men who were proud of love may never realize how lonely the poor man who could not pick up girls was. Song Baojun was abandoned for his first love, and when he met Yuan Shuang, he was still a scam. A young man in his twenties knew that he was lustful and admired Shaoai, which was irreversible.

What does it mean to be lustful and admire Shaoai? When you grow up, you will miss the young and beautiful opposite sex. Unless you are a pervert.

Song Baojun's life was so failed. His family had no money, his grades were not good, he was not tall and casual, he was stupid, had no sincere friends, and no liked the opposite sex. Therefore, his inner desire for love was far stronger than that of others.

Although he was "corroded" by his vulgar personality and changed some of his temperament, over twenty years of loneliness, indignation and inferiority complex, as soon as he saw Xi Caiwei's text message, he completely threw other thoughts behind him.

"Is this woman suddenly feeling good when she saw me being very energetic in class for two consecutive days? It is important to know that there is no reason for the love between men and women to begin. Yes, yes, it must be like this. Otherwise, if she and Xie Qilu were so close, how could she still send me text messages? Hehehe, the slutty personality didn't lie to me, I'm getting more and more handsome."

Song Baojun quickly found an excuse for himself and looked at Xi Caiwei's seat in front. Unexpectedly, Xi Caiwei turned her head to look at him as if she was in tune with each other. The two looked at each other, and Xi Caiwei immediately turned back, and her round bun's face dyed red in an instant.

Song Baojun's heart immediately became hot and he replied with a text message: "Ah, you said yesterday's incident. Actually, it's nothing, I just passed by... So, please don't take it to heart."

After putting the phone in the palm of your hand for a few seconds, Xi Caiwei's text message immediately replied: "Yeah, actually, I'm fine with you. I just found that you have been so good at class these days, and it made Teacher Jiang speechless. You seem to have a deep study of ancient Chinese."

Yes, there is a door!

There are only three endings for boys to pursue girls. First, she likes you; second, she doesn't like you; third, she doesn't like you at first, but she is moved by you in the end. Xi Caiwei's reply speed is so fast that she doesn't even want the reserve that girls should have. Wouldn't it mean she likes me?

Song Baojun couldn't help but brag: "I am not actually what others imagine. I hid in the dormitory every day and read books and study. At five o'clock in the morning, I started dancing with a chicken, chiseled a wall and stolen light at night, and went to bed only at twelve o'clock. When I was sleepy, I hung my head and thorned my thighs when I was hungry. After a year, I finally achieved success in my studies. "Spring and Autumn" memorized like a stream, and the Book of Songs is memorable. As for the Tang, Song, lyrics and Yuan songs, it is no longer a problem. Teacher Jiang's level is too inferior, and I don't take it seriously at all."

Xi Caiwei, in front of me, received a text message, lay on the table, her shoulders kept twitching, obviously laughing.

"I didn't expect you to be quite good at chatting, not as we imagined. What are your hobbies and hobbies do you have in addition to studying?"

Song Baojun was secretly proud and continued to send text messages: "I don't need to say more about my studies. As for sports, it is also my strength, including football, basketball, volleyball, track and field diving and swimming. In terms of literature and art, I have been practicing piano recently and have reached the twelve level."

"Oh, you're really strong. By the way, do you have someone you like? I heard you are with Yuan Shuang from the business school."

"I have broken up. Yuan Shuang and I have nothing to do, so I just have fun."

The two of them chatted one by one. The instructor spoke on the podium and said that Huang Tingjian's work "The Pulse of the Master" had a total transaction price of 436.8 million yuan at the 2010 auction, which caused a lot of surprise from the students, and did not let Song Baojun take his head forward.

He dares to say that since he bought his mobile phone, the total time has not been as much as the text messages he sent today. Of course, at this time he has completely forgotten all the hundreds of text messages with Yuan Shuang.

"By the way, I'm quite bored tonight. I don't know what to do, I want to go to the movie."

After receiving this latest message from Xi Caiwei, Song Baojun was excited and went back without thinking: "Yes, watching movies is pretty good, it can cultivate sentiment and pass the time."

"You can buy me two movie tickets tonight."

Song Baojun was overjoyed: "No problem, no problem!"

It was unexpected that it was progressing so fast. When you arrive at a dark place in the cinema, you might be able to kiss the flowers. Touch her little hands and pinch her thighs in the dark, it would be wonderful. I think Xi Caiwei's skin is delicate and smooth, and the feel must be good.

"Thank you then."

"I will wait for you at the entrance of the cinema on time at 7:30 tonight, see you."

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Chapter completed!