After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

The atmosphere seemed to froze suddenly, and the silence was the bridge across the river in City B tonight.

Zhong Chen's eyes fell on the thick rice paper in Qi Linqing's hand, and couldn't help asking:

"Why do you collect so much paper?"

Zhong Chen might not be too surprised if the other party popped out a sentence of recycling waste or even used to wipe his butt.

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He heard Qi Linqing say with his own ears: "Used to practice painting."

Zhong Chen: "..."

Paint those ghost charms you had in class?

"Uh... take it." Zhong Chen thought to himself that he was already in the limelight in the sports archery class. If he suddenly writes well in archaic style, it will inevitably arouse people's suspicion, so he immediately squeezed the pen and paper into Qi Linqing's hands.

Qi Linqing thanked him, turned around and returned to his seat with the pile of trophies.

There is also a large pot of ink on the table. This was issued by Yi Chaoming in a two-person unit, and Qi Linqing shared it with another classmate.

The classmate’s name is Besson. He is fat and has mines at home. However, in Class 18, which is classified according to his family background, he still belongs to a “vulnerable group”.

Qi Linqing spread a piece of paper on the table, opened the ink, and poured some out into a small dish.

"Writing together?" he asked Besson.

"I don't know how to write Chinese calligraphy."

Besson glanced at Linqing's proficient and professional posture with a brush, and couldn't help wondering: "Will you?"

Qi Linqing said: "A little bit."

In his previous life, he has been criticized by the expert master, his calligraphy and painting skills are too different.

So he will work hard in the years when he is about to die, hoping to make up for a small shortcoming in his life.

But even so, Qi Linqing still believes that calligraphy is his biggest shortcoming.

Besson knew it, the other party looked terrific, and dare to love is just an empty air. He just said how Qi Linqing, who was hacked to the point of obscure on the Internet, could write calligraphy.

Besson: You pretend, you continue to pretend. I just watched you pretend to be 13 quietly.

Then the next moment, Qi Linqing picked up the pen and began to write.

The cheap ink appeared light gray as soon as it was dipped in the paper, and he frowned, and quickly let it go.

Choosing ink first depends on its fineness.

Black is the best with purple light, black is the second, and cyan is the second. Inferior ink that is gray is not suitable at all.

But he was just someone who came to get pen and ink for free, and he was not qualified to pick and choose.

Qi Linqing put aside the writing after finishing the inscription.

Besson raised his head.

Besson moved his eyes from the phone screen to the rice paper on the table. Even if I don't have much taste for calligraphy, I have to admit that this pair of characters is simply a work of art, and it is very beautiful.

Besson pupil-hole-earth-shock!

He was about to shake Qi Linqing's collar and shout: Big Brother! What do you call only a little bit?

Obviously a billion points!

On the podium, Yi Chaoming was drowsy by the electric fan above his head. He squinted his eyes forcibly, looked at the following students who were self-employed, and said something in accordance with the procedure:

"Have any of my classmates finished drawing for me to see?"

"..."

No one cares at all.

The answer is the same as Yi Chaoming expected: No.

Yi Chaoming yawned, and was about to turn on the phone and read Qi Lele's super chat on Weibo.

"Yes! There are!" Besson shouted excitedly.

Yi Chaoming: "?"

Who would have thought that the soil bun, which has always been despised, turned out to be a fragrant pork bun with genuine goods!

The fat on Besson's face trembled. He thought that even if he died and was nailed in the coffin, he would still be in the tomb and shout with this decadent voice:

"Qi Linqing's writing is too good! Teacher, come and have a look!"

As soon as this statement came out, most of the students in the class turned their heads to look at them. Including Zhong Chen.

Besson smiled awkwardly, and turned his head to find that Qi Linqing was still holding an art textbook calmly, reading with gusto.

Besson: Brother, don't act in such high-light moments, right?

But let's not say that the other party deliberately created this kind of calmness and quietness, which is quite a master. Besson also admired Qi Linqing very much.

Yi Chaoming rolled his eyes when he heard this.

With the sequelae of being a lot of spray on the Internet, Yi Chaoming now has a physiological nausea when he hears the name Qi Linqing. He stood up expressionlessly and walked toward the back, thinking that I want to see how good your writing is.

However, just as Yi Chao walked here happily, an accident happened.

Besson's eyes stared like brass bells.

-This fresh calligraphy masterpiece, which has not even dried the ink, has been destroyed like this!

The classmate in front turned around and was about to watch, accidentally knocked over the bottle of ink on the table.

The black ink rolled out, and the rice paper instantly went from white to night.

Classmate: "Yes, I'm sorry!"

Qi Linqing didn't mind, anyway, this was just an exercise. The next sentence was: "It's okay."

Besson: "..."

When Yi Chaoming came to see this rice paper, he was speechless.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a black hole of post-modern abstract art painting.

Yi Chaoming: "You told me to come over to see this stuff? What is this?"

Besson's face flushed red, "Old teacher, listen to me! This writing was accidentally splashed with ink just now..."

Yi Chaoming sneered: "Oh, explanation is to cover up."

Besson:? How could it be so.

He suddenly felt a deep sense of weakness for Qi Linqing. Sure enough, after leaving a stereotype for the public, it is difficult to whiten it.

Besson pushed Qi Linqing and whispered, "You speak too."

Qi Linqing frowned, "What did you say?"

Besson: "Explain to Teacher Yi, your calligraphy is very good."

Qi Linqing is even more strange, "I didn't write very well at first."

Besson: I have nothing to say, go downstairs.

Inside Yi Chaoming: Are they crazy?

Others praised desperately, and the master said that he did not write well.

But he suddenly remembered something, his eyes flickered, and he said, "Well, why don't Qi Linqing go up and write a picture for everyone as a demonstration?"

Yi Chaoming admitted that he was very gloomy. As a black fan, he just wants to make the other party embarrassed in public.

Qi Linqing nodded: "Okay."

Qi Linqing naturally has a sense of respect for the art teacher in front of him. After all, everyone was once a peer.

He didn't notice any wickedness in Yi Chaoming, so he got up and walked to the podium directly, and found a new pair of pen and paper on the table.

Only Zhong Chen noticed this inadvertent little movement.

The students in the class disagreed and continued to play around on their own, because no one thought Qi Linqing could write anything.

But at this moment, Besson's heart is surging, Wuhu! take off!

He can't wait to see the whole class get slapped in the face and end in shock.

…

at the same time.

"Let's give in." Zhong Chen crossed the narrow aisle.

Jiang Bai made a gesture of poking cigarettes and asked, "Brother Zhong, do you want to smoke a cigarette?"

Zhong Chen: "I'll go to the toilet."

"Okay." Jiang Bai angrily put the cigarette case he just pulled out back into his pocket.

When Zhong Chen passed the podium, he subconsciously glanced at Qi Linqing who was writing.

Then with this one look, he froze.

The handwriting on the rice paper is beautiful and beautiful, and you will never be able to get it without a foundation of 20 or 30 years.

Even if it was him, I might not be able to write such beautiful Xingkai.

More importantly-this writing uses the original brushwork that Master once taught him, and it shouldn't be possible for anyone to know it now!

Several students near the front row noticed this scene and were surprised.

Yi Chaoming: "...?"

I must be dreaming.

It was so scared that he secretly pinched his palm, Gan! The piercing pain proves that this is reality.

-Cruel and cold.

"I'm finished, teacher." Qi Linqing put down his pen and said.

Yi Chaoming has never observed Qi Linqing so closely. When I got closer, I discovered that the opponent's brow bones were high, his facial features were pure and handsome, and his appearance was also very eye-catching.

His lips moved, and there was no more defamatory words in his heart. Obviously it was still that familiar face, but its temperament was far different from before.

"Not bad." Yi Chaoming said dryly.

Seeing this wonderful calligraphy, Yi Chaoming knew that he really couldn't continue to seduce Linqing without ignoring his conscience.

Although this sentence is only two words, it reveals a trace of the final stubbornness that is inconsistent with his black fan professional ethics, and it complements his deep struggles. The ending period is polite but rigorous, and it appropriately shows his stubbornness. Mask of pain.

At this time, most of the people in the class were attracted by this character and looked stupid.

Zhong Chen stared at Xingkai in front of him in a daze, as if just a few seconds had passed, and as if in the past few minutes, he felt that his abdomen or his brain was shaken by the very hot and very deep inside.

Jiang Bai: "Brother Zhong, aren't you going to the toilet?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"Brother Zhong seems to have been watching Qi Linqing writing just now."

"Harm, maybe Brother Zhong is also going to watch the car rollover on the spot. Who knows that Qi Linqing can stabilize him, he was shocked."

"To be honest, I didn't expect it just now..."

Zhong Chen came back to his senses, suffocating his breath and immediately turned around and pushed the door out.

Even if he jumped down from this top floor, he would never admit that he had been fascinated by Qi Linqing and had forgotten it!

After coming out of the men's room, Zhong Chen still had some worries.

Qi Linqing, the vicious male partner in this book, is actually pregnant with master's secret brushwork.

And according to what Du Yuanbai said last time, maybe he can still paint Chinese.

Then he has done both painting and calligraphy just like his former master.

He was born in the countryside, how did he learn this?

…

Before he knew it, Zhong Chen realized that his mind was full of Qi Linqing.

Curiosity is really harmful!

Zhong Chen felt as if he was madly scratched by a cat's claw, an art class was almost over, and he still couldn't relax.

Hearing that WeChat is the fastest way to get to know a person now, he couldn't help but walked over and asked Qi Linqing: "Hey, add a WeChat?

Zhong Chen deliberately lowered his voice to ensure that he would not be heard by the group of the original owner's younger brothers, causing turbulent waves. But he couldn't hide from Besson, who was sitting on Qi Linqing's left hand.

Besson directly pupil-hole-earth-earthquake.

What the **** did he hear? ! He will not be killed by the Sharks of Brother Zhong, shivering. jpg

Besson heard that Qi Linqing had a crush on Brother Zhong for a long time. He thought that Qi Linqing would be extremely excited, and turned his head to look, only to find that the other party's expression was still as plain as white.

Besson: "..."

what happened?

Qi Linqing shook his head and said, "I don't have WeChat."

Besson: "???"

You be sober!

The person you have a crush on has joined you on WeChat!

It feels uncomfortable to be smashed on the spot.

Zhong Chen's face went dark, and he wished to hammer himself to death.

"Do you think I want to ask you for WeChat? No, I want it for others." He smiled and pulled back.

Besson sighed secretly, thinking that it was so. How could a character like Zhong Ge suddenly become interested in Qi Linqing?

Qi Linqing: "But I don't have WeChat."

Zhong Chen: "..."

Can there be a little trust between people?

Zhong Chen is very clear that in this era of rapid technological development, almost 99% of people have WeChat.

Qi Linqing was just looking for a reason to perfuse himself.

Jingle Bell.

The bell rang after class.

Jiang Bai Pidian followed him and asked, "Brother Zhong, which club shall we go to tonight?"

Zhong Chen: "Get out!"

Today is Brother Zhong's birthday. According to previous years, it is customary to go to bars and clubs to spend a lot of money.

Jiang Bai slapped his head, wondering if it has changed this year?

He didn't want to be left behind by his eldest brother, and hurriedly hit the snake on the stick: "Brother Zhong, do you think I am an automatic drum washing machine, can you just roll it?"

Zhong Chen glared at him impatiently.

Jiang Bai: "...Okay, I will get out immediately."

Zhong Chen first went to the first class of high school to find Du Yuanbai.

"Do you have Qi Linqing WeChat?" He folded his arms across his chest.

-The coercion from the big brother.

Du Yuanbai almost knelt down, and hurriedly replied: "No, Brother Zhong, Qi Linqing, he doesn't have WeChat at all!"

Zhong Chen slowly typed a question mark:?

Even (me) ancient people have WeChat these days, but Qi Linqing doesn’t have it. Why? !