Shocking! This student is phenomenal!

The exquisite wolf-hair brush was instantly filled with ink.

Su Jiang gently scraped one side of the inkstone.

He wiped the paper again with his left hand.

His right hand was already firmly positioned directly above the paper.

The vertical pen shaft hovered in the air for a moment.

He immediately made a dot on the paper.

Then Su Jiang's right hand moved gracefully and powerfully in the air above the paper, just like a dancer.

Every stroke, every turn, and every ending is so fluid and seamless, completed in one go.

Looking at the words on the paper again, they seem like unbridled steeds galloping through the air and disappearing into the distance; or like nine phoenixes soaring through the sky, flowing and turning, coming from nothingness and returning to emptiness. This almost frenzied, primal, and vibrant impulse contains the spirit of heaven and earth, making the words seem to come alive.

At first glance, it resembles a vigorous and powerful pine or cypress, or a galloping and turbulent wild horse.

Secondly, it resembles an ancient tree, steady and profound, or a mountain, appearing and disappearing in the distance.

The third view is like a winding stream, as gentle and warm as a spring breeze.

A single piece of calligraphy can evoke different nuances and allow the same person to experience different atmospheres at different times.

Finish writing.

"Clatter!"

The calligraphy brush was placed on the brush holder.

However, everyone's attention remained focused on this piece of calligraphy.

Even Wu Chunhui, who tried hard to find fault with the piece of calligraphy, couldn't find a single word to describe any flaws in it.

"Amazing! Su Jiang has such skill in calligraphy!"

"I'm convinced. I feel that if Su Jiang were to participate in the competition, Zhu Fei wouldn't stand a chance. Unless the judges are blind, they would definitely rule in Su Jiang's favor!"

"I take back what I said. Now I think all people with the surname Su are incredibly arrogant, and I'm going to only marry people with the surname Su from now on!"

"Could I find a girl surnamed Su and become a live-in son-in-law? I think I can turn my life around with my child! I should be the protagonist of the next top-ranked novel, 'I Get Rich Through My Son.'"

"You bunch of idiots! I told you Su Jiang is definitely not simple. Someone as handsome as him can do anything, and you still don't believe me!"

Amidst gasps of surprise from the crowd.

In Su Jiang's mind, the system actually beeped three times.

[Congratulations, host! You have gained 24 Shock Points! Total Shock Points: 6798]

[Congratulations, host! You have gained 24 Shock Points! Total Shock Points: 6822]

[Congratulations, host! You have gained 24 Shock Points! Total Shock Points: 6846]

There's no way around it, everyone is shocked every time they see it; every time they see it, they're shocked.

"Su Jiang, I think this trophy should be yours!"

Zhu Fei, completely convinced, took the trophy that everyone had just treasured from his schoolbag, solemnly held it with both hands, and handed it to Su Jiang:

"Only you deserve this trophy. I don't deserve it at all!"

Su Jiang smiled and didn't take it, but looked at Zhu Fei and said:

"You think I'm here to sabotage you? I'm just here with my girlfriend. As for calligraphy, that's something I do when I'm bored in my free time to cultivate my mind."

"If I truly equate calligraphy with fame and fortune, then my writing, every single stroke, is impure. Because I would become arrogant, complacent, and think I am invincible."

"If a piece of calligraphy is not pure, then it cannot capture the soul of the viewer, because matter and soul are in conflict."

"So I came here today to ask my girlfriend to leave this club, because calligraphy doesn't need a club at all. It's more about practicing more, studying more, and thinking more."

After Su Jiang finished speaking.

Everyone fell silent.

In the calligraphy club classroom, everyone was carefully pondering Su Jiang's words.

That seems to make a lot of sense.

No wonder so many literary figures wrote so many beautiful words and phrases when they were leisurely gazing at the Southern Mountains.

So that's where the problem lies!

In an instant, everyone suddenly realized the truth and understood.

Especially Zhu Fei.

His gaze hardened, and he turned to look at all the calligraphy club members, one face after another. He took a deep breath and said, "It seems that today, it's time for me, Zhu Fei, to leave this club."

At that moment, he seemed to have finally realized why his calligraphy had stagnated in recent years.

With Zhu Fei taking the lead, one by one, people started to want to leave the club.

Wu Chunhui immediately panicked. He had gone to university and finally managed to build a relationship with Zhu Fei in the calligraphy club. If Zhu Fei left, what reason would he have to get close to Zhu Fei in the future?

"Brother Fei, don't listen to his nonsense. This guy is obviously trying to sabotage our calligraphy club."

Zhu Fei, however, immediately raised his eyes and shouted a rebuke:

"Wu Chunhui, shut up! I think it's only after I've been with you that I've become arrogant and materialistic. The whole club is filled with flattery and sycophancy; it doesn't resemble a club at all. We're not together to learn calligraphy; we're competing to see who's better and who learns faster!"

"Sigh, there's really no need for such a club to exist."

"And you, don't think that by getting close to me I'll get my parents to favor your family business. I now think that when you said Su Jiang looks down on calligraphy, you were just using me, trying to get me into a conflict with Su Jiang, right?"

"Your ulterior motives disgust me. I'm calling my parents today and telling them to terminate our cooperation with your company!"

"That's all I have to say. You may leave."

Zhu Fei's quick and decisive words left Wu Chunhui stunned.

He thought he could easily provoke conflict between Zhu Fei and Su Jiang, and that he would then have the same enemy as Zhu Fei.

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, so this makes my relationship with Zhu Fei even closer.

I didn't expect that.

After all that trouble, Su Jiang was completely unharmed and even gained a huge following of female and male fans.

Even Zhu Fei felt a sense of admiration for Su Jiang.

Instead, I was treated as the villain, even though I did seem to be the damn villain.

but......

How could things turn out like this?!

The family business is going to be affected; I'm in for a beating when I get home!

Wu Chunhui is dead.

All that careful planning has resulted in this outcome.

He dug a hole and buried himself in it.

He slunk away from the classroom amidst the angry glares of the other club members, Zhu Fei, and especially Lin Wanqing.

However, he once again blamed all of this on Su Jiang.

It's all Su Jiang's fault!

Meanwhile, Su Jiang had already taken Lin Wanqing for another walk on the street.

Zhu Fei begged to have the calligraphy he wrote, saying he wanted to frame it and hang it above his bed.

Su Jiang was genuinely afraid that he would move his handwriting up and down while looking at it.

But thinking about it, it's probably not that bad. In the face of such words, even a demon could become a saint.

Zhu Fei also left Su Jiang's contact information, saying that they should keep in touch in the future, and that if there was anything in Beijing, Su Jiang could contact him, as he could handle any minor matters.

These things were not on Su Jiang's mind for the time being.

"Little Su Su, what you just said was really great! I found it very helpful. You must give me more guidance in calligraphy in the future!"

"It seems you've changed dramatically in the years I was away!"

Lin Wanqing held Su Jiang's hand and spoke like a fan meeting her idol.

Su Jiang was taken aback: "Are you referring to what I just said?"

He scratched his head. "Isn't this a passage I recently read in a novel? It was about martial arts, so I just used it myself."

It seems reading novels does have its benefits...

Just then, a Hongqi H9 quietly drove into the gate of Huaqing.

Su Jiang's phone rang at just the right moment.

P.S.: My phone broke, so I haven't been able to reply to some comments yet.

I'd love to get a little encouragement to update, a gift, and a five-star review would be even better!