Shocking! This student is phenomenal!

He walked a few steps to Su Jiang.

"Are you Su Jiang, Lin Wanqing's boyfriend?" Zhu Fei crossed her arms, then moved to stand beside Su Jiang, looking at his calligraphy with great interest.

"Yes, hello."

Su Jiang nodded.

"What do you think of my handwriting?" Zhu Fei asked Su Jiang, his hands inexplicably clenching his arms tightly.

"It's very good, like a warrior drawing his sword, full of spirit. Especially the last stroke, which adds a touch of gentleness to the strength, almost like praising a strong woman!" Su Jiang said, pointing to the last word, turning his head and smiling.

Zhu Fei's eyes were fixed on Su Jiang's finger, or rather, on the word that the long, slender, snow-white finger was pointing to.

He seemed somewhat lost in thought.

At this moment, Su Jiang's words were like a mirror, reflecting all the thoughts and ideas that Zhu Fei had contained in those words.

This was the first time he had ever heard someone read his calligraphy so clearly, revealing his true feelings through the words.

Indeed, when he was writing, he happened to think of his grandmother. At that time, Zhu Fei's grandfather joined the volunteer army and died young, leaving behind his family.

Zhu Fei's grandmother was left behind, and she had to earn work points, raise several children, and take care of the elderly in the family all by herself.

Every time I see the wrinkles on my grandmother's hands and her snow-white hair from hard work, I feel a pang of sadness.

Zhu Fei couldn't help but marvel at how ordinary yet extraordinary that generation was.

That day, just as they were each writing, a child called out his grandmother's name from below.

In a daze, Zhu Fei's writing style also underwent a significant change.

Unexpectedly, Su Jiang actually saw through the artistic conception that no one else could see.

Zhu Fei himself was unaware that he had been staring intently at Su Jiang for quite some time.

Fortunately, Su Jiang is a man; if he were a woman, who knows how far people would have gone with his imagination.

"Ahem, Fei-ge, you're looking at Su Jiang!" Wu Chunhui couldn't stand it anymore. He pretended to walk up to Zhu Fei casually, coughed lightly, covered his mouth with his hand, and leaned slightly forward to say.

He was thinking to himself, "You could be looking at Lin Wanqing, why are you staring at Su Jiang with such a resentful look..."

"Ah! Oh!" Zhu Fei was reminded by Wu Chunhui's words, and his whole body suddenly trembled as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Excuse me!"

Zhu Fei touched his nose.

But there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes: "Su Jiang, I'd like to invite you to join our calligraphy club. Would that be alright?"

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Instantly, everyone in the calligraphy club was shocked.

Wu Chunhui was the most shocked of them all.

What's going on? I finally managed to speak ill of Su Jiang in front of Zhu Fei, but instead of fighting with Su Jiang as I expected, Zhu Fei invited Su Jiang to join the calligraphy club?

"No, Fei-ge, didn't you say that anyone who wants to join the calligraphy club must have a connection with calligraphy? This Su Jiang looks like someone who can't write calligraphy at all!" Wu Chunhui whispered in Zhu Fei's ear.

They were afraid that Su Jiang would join the calligraphy club.

"Moreover, Su Jiang used to be someone who openly looked down on calligraphy!"

Wu Chunhui brought up this sentence again.

However, this time, Zhu Fei was not as interested in Wu Chunhui's words as he had been last time.

He gave Wu Chunhui a cold look.

Ignoring him, she turned back to Su Jiang and said, "Su Jiang, are you interested?"

"Haha, I appreciate the offer, but I'm really not interested." Su Jiang shook his head.

It wasn't that he looked down on these people; he genuinely felt it was unnecessary.

Zhu Fei wasn't angry. He had finally found a kindred spirit in calligraphy, and even if he couldn't invite him into his club, he would still maintain the relationship.

Moreover, at this moment, he vaguely understood why he had cared so much about Lin Wanqing and wanted to cultivate her calligraphy skills.

It wasn't that I liked Lin Wanqing; rather, I wanted to find someone in university who could reach my level in calligraphy. If I couldn't find one, I thought I'd mentor someone.

Now, Su Jiang's appearance has undoubtedly allowed Zhu Fei to find his true friend.

A friend who doesn't just praise their own handwriting, but tells the story behind it.

It is conceivable that Su Jiang's calligraphy skills were definitely no less than his own, and perhaps even far surpassed his own.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to have such a level of literacy.

"Alright, Su Jiang, with your calligraphy skills, this little calligraphy club really can't keep you here." Zhu Fei said, picking up the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone from the side with some regret.

"Su Jiang, would you be willing to leave me a piece of calligraphy?" Zhu Fei took the brush and asked Su Jiang sincerely.

His expression was as if he were facing a national treasure-level calligrapher.

"Okay." Su Jiang nodded.

Amidst the surprised gazes of the calligraphy club members, he accepted Zhu Fei's expensive wolf-hair brush.

Zhu Fei was overjoyed upon hearing this.

He personally ground the ink for Su Jiang.

Everyone was stunned.

They originally thought Su Jiang would refuse no matter what, after all, Zhu Fei was the champion of the National College Student Calligraphy Competition, which meant that he had no rivals among college students in the country.

Su Jiang actually accepted the pen offered to him. Was this ignorance or arrogance?

For a moment, all the members felt dissatisfied with Su Jiang's behavior, feeling that he had offended their respected boss, Zhu Fei.

"Do you think Su Jiang thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he's Lin Wanqing's boyfriend?"

"I guess he thought Lin Wanqing was the school beauty, so we all refrained from going after him because of her."

"I feel so sorry for Brother Zhu Fei. Brother Zhu Fei is someone who can rival Su Guozhu. How could he be so humble as to invite Su Jiang to join the gang and even personally grind ink for Su Jiang!"

"They're both surnamed Su, so why is there such a huge difference? Su Jiang doesn't even know when to keep a low profile!"

Of course, there were a few classmates, mostly female, who still trusted Su Jiang.

"It's not impossible for someone as handsome as Su Jiang to actually know a few words; after all, handsome people can do almost anything!"

"I think that even if Su Jiang isn't written about, the sheer scale of the writing is already quite impressive."

Lin Wanqing still looked at Su Jiang with a complicated expression.

Although she found it somewhat unbelievable that Su Jiang could write calligraphy, let alone surpass Zhu Fei, a skilled calligrapher who had spent more time holding a pen than chopsticks since childhood.

However, she supported and stood by everything Su Jiang did, believing that Su Jiang had a reason for doing it.

So even though doubts about Su Jiang arose in the classroom, Lin Wanqing remained calm and composed, standing beside Su Jiang like a devoted fan.

While everyone was having differing opinions.

Zhu Fei's ink has been ground.

Su Jiang narrowed his eyes slightly, held the paper with his left hand, and dipped his right hand in the paper.