After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

Hearing what Ji Youguang said, the people who didn't know how to eat melons—music teachers and students realized how good Qi Linqing's Chinese painting is.

I saw the news on the Internet before that Qi Linqing was going to study art, but it turned out to be true? ? ?

Ji Youguang asked him: "You plan to take the art test in the future, right?"

Qi Linqing didn't answer immediately, but first recalled the term in his mind.

Art test is a way for high school students in this era to go to college by drawing, and has low requirements for cultural points.

Because of the poor grades in "Transformation", the original owner said that he planned to take the art test route in the future. However, he lost his name in the college entrance examination, and his cultural and professional scores were terrible. In the end, he could only go to a few junior pheasant universities.

Compared with Qi Lele, who also succeeded in going to the Beijing Film Academy by art test, the original owner was under tremendous psychological pressure.

It is impossible for Qi's parents to let him go to a junior college, so they decided to send him abroad for gilding.

But they didn't think about it at all.

The original owner stumbled even in the most everyday spoken language.

That summer, Internet violence, coupled with the long-awaited male **** Zhong Chen refused his confession.

-The original owner committed suicide by jumping off the building.

"Yeah." Qi Linqing said, "I'm going to the art exam."

Even in modern times, he will continue to pursue art.

Ji Youguang nodded, "Then you should register for this competition."

Qi Linqing: "But..."

Ji Youguang stuffed "Tonglu On Paintings" into his hands, and firmly said: "No! You look at my book, it is a 95-year collector's edition, and there are no clear and detailed pictures and annotations on the market now. NS."

Qi Linqing lowered his head and subconsciously took the book and turned two pages.

It is said that the things that cannot be obtained are the most precious.

Not to mention knowledge.

He hesitated for a moment, and the balance quickly tilted in his heart. Books are such a precious treasure, if the teacher is willing to lend it to himself, how about participating in an intramural competition.

…

After finishing the book, the two students rushed back to the classroom.

"Big news!" They were out of breath with excitement, and wanted to share the big gossip they had just seen with their classmates.

"Qi Linqing will have Chinese painting! And it's super awesome!"

But after they talked about Qi Linqing's stunning Chinese painting on the spot, no one believed it at all.

The classmate yawned boredly.

"Don't lie, come, let's do our homework together." The class beckoned to them.

student:"…"

At the same time, the music office.

"The way Qi Linqing drew just now was really handsome..."

"I'm going to turn people around in the dark."

"I also!"

"..."

"Although his presentation in "The Deformation Meter" is hard to describe in one word, what should I say to a student?" A teacher sighed.

Another teacher wondered: "How do I feel like a malicious editing now?"

"Yes." The other teachers immediately agreed.

"He himself is not that unbearable."

"really."

"Woo, woo, I thought for a moment that he looked better than Qi Lele."

"?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Although I admit that Qi Linqing is handsome, Qi Lele will always be his destiny."

"Yes, yeah, who can stand a star student like Lele, I remember Ji Youguang's dull people praised him."

"More than that, the last time I saw Teacher Ji secretly collected Qi Lele's pool photo poster."

Yi Chaoming, who had just stepped into the door, stalled when he heard this.

This may be a misunderstanding. In fact, he forced Ji Youguang to send that poster...cough (cover his face).

At this time, Ji Youguang was leading Qi Linqing to the student office to sign up.

There was no class in the afternoon, and the sun was shining warmly in, and the members of the student union were a little drowsy.

"Wake up!" Ji Youguang photographed a registration form on the table.

The coordinator Ren Xiong, who was in charge of the registration for the Ink Cup competition in the school, sat up, a little dazed:

"What's wrong?"

Ji Youguang pointed to Qi Linqing next to him, and said, "I will bring students to sign up."

Ren Xiong was stupid when he saw the blond boy who was very familiar in front of him.

He rubbed his eyes.

I almost thought I hadn't woken up yet.

So, what kind of talent can this stupid student from the countryside have? ?

Regardless of his shock, Ji Youguang didn't bother to explain it. He took a ballpoint pen and handed it to Qi Linqing:

"You fill in."

"Oh."

Qi Linqing took the pen and looked down at the form, barely able to recognize the simplified characters on it.

He hasn't practiced a hard pen yet.

Fortunately, apart from the name and class, no other information is required.

His gaze shifted downward.

The second line of talent column: piano, guzheng, bel canto, calligraphy, traditional Chinese painting...

"Tick this." Ji Youguang gestured with a finger on "Chinese Painting" in the talent column.

Qi Linqing nodded, marked according to what the other party said, and then forwarded the registration form to Ren Xiong.

He didn't notice that he accidentally made the tick a little too big.

And slanted sideways.

Ji Youguang: "Let's go, you go back to class first."

Qi Linqing was taken aback, then turned around and asked, "Where is the book?"

Ji Youguang laughed and couldn't help rubbing his head and said, "Don't worry, you can't do it. I will take it here after school."

After they left, Ren Xiong was in a daze.

Everyone knows how bad Qi Linqing has a reputation in school.

The other members of the student office swarmed forward to watch his form. After seeing the big hook on the talent column, they took a breath, as if they had encountered something unbelievable, and their expressions were horrified.

"Damn!"

"Qi Linqing actually signed up for calligraphy and Chinese painting at the same time?"

After school, Qi Linqing got the book from the art office and returned home.

The classic book "Tonglu on Paintings" gave him a lot of insights.

In the evening, when the Qi family were sitting at the table for dinner, Qi Linqing was still thinking about the details of the brushwork in this book.

Yan Qiongfang sighed inwardly when he saw him stupefied (obsessed).

This child is now almost a part of her heart disease.

"Lele, how are you at school today?" Yan Qiongfang turned to give Qi Lele some food.

Qi Lele: "Very good mother, I signed up for the piano competition again."

He started playing piano in elementary school and has won first place in school competitions for two consecutive years since he went to middle school.

The Qi's family even has a small room dedicated to the trophies that Qi Lele has won since childhood.

Yan Qiongfang smiled comfortedly and said, "Lele will definitely get the first place again this year."

Qi Hui nodded slightly.

Qi Yingjun stood up and gave Qi Lele his favorite lemon shrimp. After thinking about it, he thought it might not look fair. Then he put a piece of very greasy Dongpo fat into Qi Linqing's bowl.

Qi Yingjun pursed his lips and said, "You are too skinny, eat more meat."

Qi Linqing shifted his gaze to the left and saw Qi Lele who was eating a salad, thinking that he was thinner than himself, slender as if it could be blown down by a gust of wind.

"I think you should eat more." Because of the occasional need to maintain the family relationship of the original owner, Qi Linqing put this piece of meat into Qi Lele's bowl.

Qi Lele: "..."

He did not touch the piece of meat, but changed the subject: "I heard that my brother also signed up for the Chinese painting and calligraphy competition at school today."

Yan Qiongfang was surprised when she heard it.

Qi Hui's expression moved slightly, and even a hint of joy was faintly expressed, saying, "It's pretty good. Although you can't win the prize, it can be regarded as an experience in your life."

Qi Linqing lifted his chopsticks into the greens, and said flatly: "I can get the prize."

Although he was only a down-and-out painter in his previous life, after all he has practiced brush for many years to make a living, and he won't even be inferior to these high school kids.

He still has this slight confidence.

But the few people present, except for Qi Lele, who had witnessed his paintings, didn't believe it.

Even if they are involved in their own blood.

Qi Linqing felt a trace of pity for the original owner.

He opened his lips slightly and said nothing in the end, and went upstairs to paint after eating in silence.

…

The next day, the school's ink cup preliminary contest selection site.

The four judge seats are provided to the school’s art teachers.

The lecture hall was crowded with students.

The first round was a calligraphy competition. Everyone put a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

Ji Youguang stepped into the door and saw the blond teenager in the crowd at a glance.

His expression was stunned, and he couldn't help asking the people around him: "Why is Qi Linqing here?"

Yi Chaoming asked, "Didn't you let him sign up for the competition?"

Ji Youguang: "..."

He only asked the other party to sign up for Chinese painting, no calligraphy!

Regardless of the situation on the judges' side, the following students from Qi Linqing are also very surprised.

Why does Qi Linqing appear here?

This is like the ketchup with French fries suddenly turned into mustard, which makes people sneeze wildly.

Wen Wei glanced at the young man in front of him, and whispered to his classmates: "He is out of tune with this game."

Classmate: "Ahem, yes."

Wen Wei studied calligraphy with his grandfather Xiaosui, and took first place in the school ink cup last year.

He usually looks down on Qi Linqing, a person who has no strength and is not a demon.

Wen Wei twitched the corner of his mouth contemptuously, wondering if the other party could insult the calligraphy?

But at this moment, Qi Linqing was completely unaware of the colored eyes around him.

Wait until Ji Youguang announces the start of the game.

He lowered his head slightly and straightened his back.

He made a fluent and smooth hand movement, raised his wrist and held the pen.

Although not accustomed to using signature pens, Qi Linqing's proficiency with brush pens has deepened into his bones and formed a muscle reaction.

The theme of this calligraphy competition is regular script, an ancient verse.

Qi Linqing dipped the ink and wrote down like a cloud of smoke, with a focused expression. While other students were still recalling the strokes of traditional Chinese characters in their minds, he had quickly finished writing a poem.

A classmate beside him was attracted by the speed of his wrist movement, and couldn't help but look up—

I saw that on the beige plaid rice paper, there were neatly arranged regular fonts, as if they were copied from a copybook!