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A sense of foreboding welled up in Liu Yifei's heart.

I have a feeling this guy is up to something again.

"Fang Yu, don't write anything reckless during the New Year!"

Fang Yu chuckled and changed his brushstrokes.

This time, it's the elegant and graceful Slender Gold style.

Its strokes are strong and sharp, revealing its full potential.

First line: Receiving rewards without merit, ascending to heaven in one step.

The second line: To reap without sowing and enjoy the fruits of others' labor.

Horizontal scroll: Wishes fulfilled.

After finishing writing, Fang Yu threw down his pen, put his hands on his hips, and looked at the twenty characters with a look of rapture on his face.

"Perfection! That's my life motto!"

Liu Yifei stared at the couplet, her lips twitching uncontrollably.

Unearned wealth?

Enjoying the fruits of others' labor without effort?

Isn't this just giving up?

How could you write about "tanking" in such a fresh and elegant way, with every word a gem?

"Fang Yu..." Liu Yifei gritted her teeth, "Aren't you very proud?"

"Of course," Fang Yu said matter-of-factly. "Effort doesn't guarantee success, but giving up is definitely comfortable."

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean.

Chen Daoming and Zhang Manyu had just finished their activities in Chinatown and were having tea in the lounge.

The assistant walked over with a phone in hand, her expression somewhat strange.

"Teacher Chen, please take a look at this."

"That young man named Fang Yu was writing couplets on a live stream, and netizens are arguing about it."

"Oh? Writing couplets?" Chen Daoming became interested.

He also loves calligraphy and is quite accomplished in it.

I took the phone, and the screen showed a close-up of Fang Yu wielding a pen.

"Hmm?" Chen Daoming's eyes lit up, and he involuntarily sat up straight. "That opening stroke...what a seasoned technique!"

"It takes at least twenty years to master this skill of suspending the wrist."

"This kid is only in his early twenties?"

Zhang Manyu also chimed in: "These characters look very powerful, even better than the calligraphy of that person from the calligraphy association."

"It's more than just good," Chen Daoming exclaimed. "This brushwork retains the style of the Wei and Jin dynasties while also adhering to the rules of Tang calligraphy."

"It's rare to find a young person in today's entertainment industry who is so devoted to calligraphy and painting..."

Before the words were finished, the camera zoomed out, revealing the full picture of the couplet.

—To rise to the top without any merit or reward, to reap the rewards without sowing.

"puff--!"

The usually refined and composed Chen Daoming suddenly spat out a mouthful of hot tea, splashing it all over his assistant in front of him.

"Cough cough cough..."

Chen Daoming coughed as he pointed at the screen, his face displaying a variety of expressions.

A smile that wasn't quite a smile, an anger that wasn't quite an anger.

"This...this content..."

After Zhang Manyu saw the words clearly, she burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! This kid is hilarious!"

"The handwriting is so beautiful, but the content is so...so..."

"So true." Chen Daoming wiped the tea stains from the corner of his mouth, shook his head with a wry smile, but a hint of appreciation appeared in his eyes. "The most vulgar is the most elegant."

"This child has a very clear understanding of life."

"Unlike us, sometimes we live too hard just to save face."

……

Inside a quaint study in the capital city.

Sun Changqing, president of the Huaxia Calligraphy Association, is wearing reading glasses and copying the "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion" on Xuan paper.

My phone suddenly rang; it was a call from one of the association's directors.

"President! You need to go check this out quickly! Something terrible has happened online!"

"There's a minor celebrity who does live calligraphy, and her skill level... seems to be just as good as yours!"

"Nonsense!" Sun Changqing frowned. "These days, celebrities who can write a few characters with a brush dare to boast like they're on top of the world? They think they're no less capable than me? It's utterly absurd!"

"It really is the student council president! You'll see for yourself! His name is Fang Yu!"

Sun Changqing hung up the phone, feeling a mixture of disdain and curiosity, and opened the live streaming app.

Upon entering the live stream room, I saw Fang Yu finishing writing the four characters "得偿所愿" (meaning "to have one's wish fulfilled").

That final "dot" stroke is like a boulder falling from a high peak, powerful and heavy, yet effortlessly executed.

"hiss--"

Sun Changqing gasped.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

The strength of the strokes, the structure, the spirit...

This is hardly a minor celebrity.

This is clearly a master who has been immersed in this art for decades!

His love for talent instantly took over, and Sun Changqing's fingers trembled with excitement. He immediately typed a line in the comment box and clicked send.

[Sun Changqing, China Calligraphers Association: Excellent calligraphy! This young man's brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, already showing the style of a master! Truly a blessing to our calligraphy community!]

This comment, complete with dazzling golden effects, instantly exploded in the live stream.

When netizens saw the ID, they were immediately shocked.

[Holy crap? Even the chairman of the calligraphy association has come out?!]

[Officially confirmed! Fang Yu really pulled off a high-profile performance!]

[President Sun, did you see what he wrote?]

After sending the comments, Sun Changqing adjusted his glasses and carefully read the words on the red paper.

Unearned rewards without merit... instant success?

To reap without sowing... to enjoy the fruits of others' labor?

The smile on Sun Changqing's face froze instantly.

He felt as if his old face had been slapped hard, burning with pain.

What... what kind of utter nonsense is this?!

This is an insult to calligraphy!

This is a trampling of culture!

How could the chairman of the calligraphy association publicly praise such dross that promotes the idea of ​​"getting something for nothing"?

"Withdraw! Withdraw immediately!"

Sun Changqing frantically tapped the screen, trying to retract the comment.

But the live stream chat refreshed too quickly, and his comment was long ago drowned in a sea of ​​"hahahaha", so where could it be found?

[President Sun: Um... I accidentally hacked my account...]

[President Sun: These young people nowadays are outrageous! Their handwriting may be good, but their hearts are corrupt! Unacceptable! Unacceptable!]

However, netizens didn't buy it at all.

[President, stop explaining. Explaining is just a cover-up!]

[Admit it, President, you also want to reap the benefits without sowing, don't you?]

[Fang Yu's approach is called "using the past to satirize the present," expressing the most modern "laissez-faire" mentality through the most traditional art form—that's true art!]