Immortal Young Man on Campus

Fang Yunyang was obviously roasting Yu Mo on the fire, which caused his companions to laugh with malicious intent. As for the other audience members, they also formed a circle and watched with interest.

Gu Ziqing was worried that Yu Mo would make a fool of himself, so he quickly defended: "Yu Mo is an unintentional mistake, don't take it offend everyone."

"Hehe, not necessarily. You can see how confident he is, but he is full of confidence, so let's give a few pointers to everyone."

"Yeah, give me some pointers, just talking and not practicing is fake."

The crowd cheered, and Gu Ziqing's face gradually sank. Yu Mo was her friend, but she was so ridiculed, how could she bear it.

Fang Yunyang observed the words and expressions, and immediately discovered Gu Ziqing's abnormality. He was about to pretend to make a generous clearance, but he did not expect Yu Mo to stand up.

Yu Mo didn't plan to take the lead, after all, it didn't have much interest in him.

But Fang Yunyang ran on him three and five times, and the Ni Bodhisattva was also very angry. Besides, Fang Yunyang had Sima Zhao's heart for Gu Ziqing, and it was well known by passersby.

Gu Ziqing was his former lover, how could Fang Yunyang covet him.

"President Gu, I may not be able to do other things, but I still know how to write." Yu Mo said suddenly, making Gu Ziqing's words for Yu Mo's field be blocked.

Gu Ziqing winked anxiously at Yu Mo, but as if Yu Mo didn't see it, Gu Ziqing persuaded in a low voice, "Yu Mo, calligraphy is different from ordinary writing."

"It's the same as it is, I don't think it's different." Yu Mo shrugged and said lightly.

Fang Yunyang laughed playfully when he heard the words, and many people scoffed, looking like they were watching a good show, and coaxed: "What a big tone, don't just talk and practice, write ink and ink."

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are ready immediately.

Gu Ziqing wanted to persuade him again, but it was impossible.

"President Gu, can you please study ink for me?"

"Haha, you blow it so hard that you don't even know how to study ink. You have to ask a beautiful lady to study ink, so shameless." Fang Yunyang sneered with contempt.

"I'll research ink for you." Gu Ziqing gave Fang Yunyang a dissatisfied look, and when he acted, the ink ingot gradually turned into pitch-black ink in the inkstone.

The beautiful woman studied ink with her hands, and added fragrance to her red sleeves. Yu Mo stood up straight, and she felt blessed in an instant.

He picked up the brush, and the others looked contemptuous, not believing Yu Mo's level at all, maybe the ghost painting peach talisman was similar.

Yu Mo moved, like a dragon going out to sea, the brush seemed to come alive under his hands, and it was sketched on the white paper in a smooth manner, and thousands of atmospheres gushed out.

I don't know when, the laughter stopped abruptly, and the scene was silent.

Gu Ziqing was originally worried that Yu Mo would make a fool of himself, but now she was completely attracted by the words written by Yu Mo, and she couldn't bear to look away.

After Yu Mo wrote the last stroke, he put the brush down gently and glanced at it with satisfaction. At that moment, he had nothing else to focus on, and there was only him and a piece of paper left in the world, completely integrated into one.

This feeling is really amazing.

There is no doubt that this is the skill of his previous life, and now it is integrated with him, so that it can be displayed smoothly.

"How is this possible?" Fang Yunyang suddenly shouted, looking at Yu Mo in disbelief.

"Nice word!" Gu Ziqing was someone who knew goods, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but admire.

Immediately, the crowd seemed to have exploded, and they were full of admiration.

"It's really a good word."

"The dragon leaps and the tiger leaps, and the weather is amazing."

The gazes that looked at Yu Mo became complicated.

"President Gu, if you don't like it, I will give you this letter." Yu Mo said.

"How could I dislike such a good word?" Gu Ziqing said happily, but her face turned red in an instant. Previously, everyone was attracted to calligraphy, and only now did they notice what was written.

"There are beautiful women in the north, who are peerless and independent. Once you look at the city of Qingren, you will also consider the country of Qingren. I would rather not know the city and the country, and beautiful women are hard to come by."

Someone recited, and their eyes fell on Gu Ziqing. There is no doubt that this must have been specially written to her by Yu Mo.

Gu Ziqing's cheeks were flushed, although this was an ancient poem, it still made Gu Ziqing's heart beat, and a shyness surged in her heart.

Yu Mo glanced at Fang Yunyang provocatively and said, "I don't know how my words are?"

Fang Yunyang turned his head away, he didn't want to look at Yu Mo at all. In the eyes of everyone, everyone was not blind, so he didn't dare to say that Yu Mo's words were bad.

If this word is not good, then there are still a few people in this world who can count it well.

There was no sound, and everyone looked at Fang Yunyang in unison. He wanted to find a crack in the ground to drill down, and reluctantly said, "It's okay."

Gu Ziqing interrupted: "This is not as simple as it is, this is really an excellent calligraphy work."

Fang Yunyang's head dropped even lower, and he finally realized what it meant to humiliate himself. If he hadn't set his mind on making Yu Mo make a fool of himself, it wouldn't have led to this situation.

Gu Ziqing glanced at Fang Yunyang lightly, greatly discounting his impression of him, and said to Yu Mo, "Let's go."

"Alas!" Fang Yunyang stretched out his hand and tried to stop Gu Ziqing, but the words stuck in his throat, so he was too embarrassed to shout out.

Others had endless aftertastes, and said with admiration: "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, people have such deep attainments at such a young age, amazing!"

"Yeah, this is the real calligraphy. Compared with other people's, it's like a child playing a house."

The audience looked around for a week and looked at the works in the exhibition.

The audience sparsely walked away, leaving only Fang Yunyang and his party. They were compared by a young man, which is really a shame.

Immediately, many of the eyes looking at Fang Yunyang became unkind, after all, it was all because of him.

In the car, Gu Ziqing stared at Yu Mo's authentic works, and said with admiration, "Yu Mo, why is your calligraphy so good?"

Yu Mo smiled reservedly and asked, "Is this really good?"

"Of course! If this is not good, then I don't know what is good." Gu Ziqing praised.

Yu Mo said in his heart that I just wrote it casually and didn't use all my strengths, so it seems that I was probably a great calligrapher in my previous life.

"I must frame it when I go back, it's too precious." Gu Ziqing carefully put it away and said.

"Mr. Gu, I'm sorry to interrupt your interest in appreciating calligraphy."

Gu Ziqing smiled lightly: "With your original work, you have already competed with those miscellaneous works. Yu Mo, since your calligraphy is so good, why not participate in the competition?"

"Competition? Can I?"

Gu Ziqing really wanted to roll his eyes and smiled bitterly: "You can't do it, who else can? Recently, the Huaxia Calligraphy Competition is in full swing, and Fang Yunyang and others must come to Jiang'an because of this. The venue for the Southwest Division is Jiang'an. Today's exhibition is definitely just a warm-up."

Yu Mo lacked interest, and politely declined: "I'd better study hard."

Gu Ziqing shook his head regretfully: "That's a pity."