After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

"Hey, look quickly." The classmate touched Wen Wei's arm.

Wen Wei raised his head, only to realize that something was wrong. Several students around were staring blankly at the table in front of Qi Linqing, looking in a daze.

"What's the matter?" he asked subconsciously.

Classmate: "You'll know if you stretch your head and have a look."

Wen Wei hesitated and looked over on tiptoe.

Patter.

The brush in his hand fell off.

The falling ink splattered like splashes of water. He and his classmates were smudged into black circles on their school uniforms.

But Wen Wei didn't realize it.

He stared at the character blankly, as if to stare out his eyes.

"Qi Linqing is so good, his calligraphy level is almost the same as that of the teacher."

The enviable voice of his classmates heard in his ears, and Wen Wei came back to his senses.

He swallowed hard and licked his lips: "Hmm..."

It is precisely because Wen Wei has practiced calligraphy since he was a child that he can better distinguish Qi Linqing from his own. That handwriting was a level he didn't know how many years he would have to practice before he could catch up.

And what did he just say? He was actually laughing at each other...

"Don't worry, Qi Linqing probably didn't hear it." The classmate seemed to be aware, and patted him sympathetically on the shoulder.

Wen Wei: "..."

Ten minutes later, Ji Youguang shouted that the game was over.

Wen Wei hurriedly re-written a pair of words and handed it in, thinking that the other party is definitely the first one this time. He spent two years in middle school, and of course he knows the level of other calligraphy students.

It is impossible for anyone present to compare to Qi Linqing.

Four art teachers collected papers and reviewed them on the spot.

Many of the students who were pulled to charge have already left, and only a small number of people are still waiting in place.

There was a rustle of whispers and the teachers turning pages in the lecture hall.

The students in the back row whispered:

"Did you see the character written by Qi Linqing."

"It feels almost like computer fonts..."

"I just saw the way he writes, it's so special."

"Why haven't I found out that he still has this talent before!"

On stage.

When Ji Youguang turned to a piece of paper, he was stunned and his movements stopped.

The brown-haired man leaned over to take a look and said, "Huh".

"Isn't this written by Qi Linqing? His calligraphy is also so good."

These words caught the attention of the female teacher and Yi Chaoming.

The female teacher also came over, boasting: "It's really good, the line structure is very beautiful."

"What do you think of Teacher Yi?" She turned to ask Yi Chaoming.

Yi Chaoming twitched his mouth in embarrassment. Can he say he knew it a long time ago? The face slapped by the opponent in that art class still hurts a bit.

After all the papers were approved, there is no doubt that the four art teachers agreed that Qi Linqing's writing was the most brilliant.

"The second place is Wen Wei. I remember that he was the first two years ago. I didn't expect that a transfer student would now grab the first place." The brown-haired man was a little emotional.

And Qi Linqing, a transfer student, has a bad reputation.

The female teacher asked Ji Youguang again: "Teacher Ji, would you like to comment?"

Ji Youguang slapped his head and murmured: "I'm so stupid... I only know that Qi Linqing's Chinese painting is finished, how come he still wrote such a beautiful font?"

Female teacher: "..."

Another crazy one?

Because of the limitation of the subject of Chinese painting, inscriptions are always inevitable. In addition, it has extremely high requirements for the brushwork and the stability of the hand holding the brush.

So people who know calligraphy may not know Chinese painting, but people who learn Chinese painting almost write a few lines of calligraphy.

The first calligraphy competition is over, and the ranking has not yet been announced, so the second round of Chinese painting competition will start immediately.

At that time, people who saw Qi Linqing write calligraphy were actually a minority. Most of the students who were forced to compete thought that he was also one of the people who were drawn to make up the number.

As soon as they went out, they quickly spread the gossip:

"I saw Qi Linqing at the calligraphy competition just now!"

"Laughing hahaha. He writes calligraphy with that blond hair. It's really funny."

"Just now the piano competition of the music group is over, right?"

"Yes, I heard that Qi Lele is the number one again."

"Sometimes the gap between people shouldn't be too big."

"This may be the world's uneven value."

"..."

At the same time, the lecture hall, the scene of the Chinese painting competition.

In this round, most of the students in the arena were smashed.

Calligraphy can also draw some students to make up the numbers. But for those with relatively high thresholds like traditional Chinese painting, there are no people who want to pull it.

However, as a well-known local aristocratic school in City B, junior high school has students crouching tiger, hiding dragon, and many talented people are there.

When Qi Linqing came in, as always, he caught the strange eyes of the students present.

Who made him so famous.

He and Qi Lele stabbed the true and false young masters in the news. At the beginning, there was a lot of trouble in the middle school. The campus wall had heated discussions about their related topics for half a month.

"Didn't he just come out of the calligraphy group?"

"Why are you here again..."

Tanggula stood at the table, reaching out to fiddle with his pen and ink. Hearing other people's comments, he raised his head and glanced at Qi Linqing not far away.

The boy's back is straight as loose, and the thin white shirt fabric outlines a clear shoulder blade line.

Tang Gula pursed her lips and couldn't help but remember the first time she saw each other on campus.

Qi Linqing shrank his shoulders and didn't look at the way, but accidentally crashed into his arms.

That Hui Qi Linqing still had black hair, long watermelon bangs covering his eyebrows. The soil is a bit soil, but it is not ugly.

Tanggula still remembers the moment when he lowered his head and saw the other party.

But then he heard some bad rumors. He didn't believe it at first, but after watching "Deformation Meter", he decisively chose to close the wheat.

Netizens are right, Qi Linqing is indeed quite mindless.

Kong had a pretty face.

Commonly known as: Stupid Beauty.

Just like now, Qi Linqing clearly doesn't know Chinese painting, but he came to register for the competition. Isn't this looking for a place to get embarrassed?

Tanggula thought helplessly to touch his forehead.

"I remember you liked him a lot?" The friend winked at him.

Tanggula said coldly: "I didn't like it a long time ago."

It's just cursh who was temporarily confused by the value of the face.

He likes beauties.

But I hate fools.

The friend glanced at Tanggula and didn't ask any more.

He and Tanggula played together until they grew up, and of course he knew that each other had a very high vision. Tanggula's father is a professor of Chinese painting at the Academy of Fine Arts who is nearly 70 years old, but his mother is a well-maintained exquisite beauty in her thirties.

When the mother and son went shopping, she said that Tangula was her own son and no one believed it, but there were a bunch of people who believed that he was her younger brother.

Moreover, Tanggula himself is handsome and handsome. Seeing the handsome men and beautiful young ladies in the Academy of Fine Arts since childhood, it is estimated that he has been baptized by the baptism of face value to raise his appetite.

When the competition officially began, Tanggula did not look at Qi Linqing again, and bent over to paint seriously.

He studied Chinese painting with his father since he was a child, and he was confident that he would not lose to anyone.

The theme of this Chinese painting is "flowers and birds", which is also Tangula's best subject.

Because his father is a well-known professor at the Academy of Fine Arts specializing in flower and bird Chinese painting, and he has an exclusive entry on Baidu Baike. His father's paintings can be sold at a high price of more than 100,000 yuan if they are put on the market outside.

Tanggula has also learned a lot of skills and essence.

Tanggula's friends also have some Chinese paintings, but the level is far from his.

The venue was very quiet, only occasionally the soft rustle of a brush stroked the paper.

Everyone paid great attention to painting, and no one noticed Qi Linqing for a while.

The only audience who pays attention to his every move is the four art teacher judges on stage.

The young man lifted his pen and shook his ink, his fingers were slender and powerful, and the meridians from his body showed a bright white color like jade.

Inexplicably, people feel a refreshing and elegant temperament like a gurgling spring.

Ji Youguang's eyes paused slightly.

Only then did he see clearly that Qi Linqing was painting lotus.

This time, the tuition was sufficient. Every student who participated in the traditional Chinese painting received a pen and ink paper plate, a bucket and a small box of Marley paint.

This kind of pigment is very cheap and rough, and it is not easy to use.

However, Qi Linqing used it to create an expensive picture, like stacking gold stones, which makes people's eyes bright when viewed from a distance.

The light green lotus leaves and the dark green are intertwined left and right like a lover's body, and the fan-shaped lotus is as lifelike as a real thing. There are a few pale rose lotus flowers blooming in the middle, some are already in full bloom, some are still in bud shyly.

The most amazing thing is the deep and simple brushwork-the color halo is layered and dyed, like a dream, even if there is no silt or pond underneath, it can still make people instantly think of their swaying shadows on the water!

Ji Youguang's chest was violently ups and downs, suddenly excited.

He has been an art teacher in high school for many years. Not to mention progress in Chinese painting, it would be great if he could not regress.

But even so, he can still recognize the brushwork used in the other party's paintings—the three-dimensional line technique that seems to have been lost for many years.

This brushwork is hidden in the classic masterpieces inherited from ancient times. No one can learn it just by looking at it.

Ji Youguang remembered that his former professor said that it had long been submerged in the long river of history.

It is unheard of in modern paintings.

But now, he actually vaguely saw its shadow in a painting of a high school student? !

Ji Youguang thought to himself, it should be the master of traditional Chinese painting in the countryside who taught Linqing.

China has a vast land and abundant resources, so many capable people and strangers, it is not uncommon to have secretly surviving lost techniques.

…

Even though Tanggula said that he didn't care about Qi Linqing, he couldn't help but quietly glanced at the other party's table when he handed in the painting.

But I didn't see it clearly.

The end of the game is already noon. The students hurriedly walked out of the lecture hall to prepare to eat.

As soon as Qi Linqing stepped out of the gate, he was stopped by Ji Youguang.

"Come here." Ji Youguang waved to him.

Qi Linqing paused and walked back.

Ji Youguang picked up a bottle of unopened mineral water on the board of judges and stuffed it into his hand and said:

"Thirsty?"

Qi Linqing was stunned, and immediately took over the waterway and thanked him.

He unscrewed the water bottle, raised his head slightly and took a sip.

Tanggula passed by and inadvertently raised his eyes to see the juvenile's raised Adam's apple rolling up and down, and then quickly looked away.

"There are also snacks here." Ji Youguang took out two almond chocolates from his pocket and handed them to the other party.

But this time, Qi Linqing hesitantly refused:

"Sorry teacher, I don't like sweets."

Tanggula looked at this scene, doubting in his heart.

Ji Youguang has always been famous in the art group for his unreasonable stereotyped image. When did he have such a good relationship with Qi Linqing?

In the afternoon, Tanggula lay down on the desk for a nap.

Outsiders seemed to be sleeping very heavily, but he knew in his heart that he couldn't sleep at all.

He kept thinking about Ji Youguang's handing Qi Linqing water and chocolate just now.

It is said that there are ten male teachers and nine gays in the art group. Anyway, Yi Chaoming is a 0 circle insider and it is a recognized fact in the student group.

But what about Ji Youguang? Tanggula thought about it carefully, and found that the other party was indeed showing signs of bending. Although Ji Youguang is nearly 30 years old, he has a well-maintained body, has a beard, and usually pays attention to dressing up. He has the **** charm of a mature man.

Isn't Qi Linqing secretly hooking up with Ji Youguang?

As soon as this thought came out, it almost burned Tangula's head like a prairie fire.

At this time, his friend panted and ran over to push him: "Tanggula, you wake up soon, the ranking of the Chinese painting competition is public!"

Tanggula let out a dull "Oh".

He is not interested in these now.

Last time he participated in the city competition, he almost won first place, not to mention the school.

The friend said with sympathy: "You would never think that you only got the second place this time."

Tangula was startled.

"...Who is the first?" he asked subconsciously.

Friend: "Qi Linqing."

Tangula suspected that there was a problem with his ears.

"Can you say that again?"

Friend: "It's him! He was stupid when I first knew it, and the list of awards is posted outside. Would you like to see it with your own eyes?"

Tanggula jerked away from his friend and ran outside.

At this time, the list of winners was already full of people.

"Damn, Qi Linqing is the number one in French calligraphy and painting!"

"Is the school really kidding me?"

The students are pointing at the list.

Tanggula took a deep breath, slowed down and walked to the wall of the list, his expression turned incredible.

He actually saw Qi Linqing's name behind the two first places in the school.

At the same time, the first class of high school.

"Lele, this time you are the first place in the piano competition again!" a classmate shouted into the classroom excitedly.

The corners of Qi Lele's mouth raised slightly, and he was about to say two humble words.

The classmate yelled again: "Qi Linqing also won the ink cup competition! Chinese painting and calligraphy double first!"

Everyone in the class was shocked instantly.

"Damn!" Du Yuanbai excitedly slapped the table, "My brother is really awesome!"

Qi Lele's smile froze on his face.

The spread of gossip was quite alarming, and soon the whole school learned about Qi Linqing's award.

No matter how they heated up the discussion on the campus wall, all the students in Class 28 were surprised and respected.

Jiang Bai was the first to feel the tremendous impact on his worldview, and his expression trance.

"Fuck, what's the matter?"

"Is he still the Qi Linqing I know?"

Luo Xing also wondered, "When did he hang up like this."

"Hey, what do you think Zhong Brother?" Someone leaned forward to test Zhong Chen cautiously.

Zhong Chen said lazily: "Normal, I would be surprised if he can't be the first."

Based on his level of calligraphy when he saw the other party last time, it is normal to kill this group of high school students in seconds.

Everyone: "???"

Brother, something is wrong with you.