The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

Fucheng, Ji Bai Research Institute.

Ji Bai was lying on the sofa eating potato chips, with his legs crossed, scrolling through his phone looking at pretty girls.

That's how life goes!

Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Achoo!"

"Who misses me..."

Ji Bai rubbed his nose, turned over, and continued stuffing potato chips into his mouth.

Just then, the girl in the video finished her transformation when a phone call came in.

"Hey, Lao Wang?"

"Ji Bai, is now a good time? I need to talk to you about something."

Wang Jianguo held up the phone, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

He's been busy with the "Ji Bai Research Institute Affiliated High School" lately, and he's lost weight; his once round belly has shrunk a size.

But he had more energy than anyone else.

"Convenient, I'm at the research institute right now."

"Okay, I'm at the door. Tell the security guard."

Ji Bai responded and greeted Secretary Li.

A short while later, Wang Jianguo was led in by a security guard.

As soon as he entered the reception room, Old Wang's eyes lit up.

"Wow! This place is really grand! The sofas, the ceiling, the standard! It's even more luxurious than the city's guesthouses!"

Old Wang clicked his tongue in admiration as he sat down opposite Ji Bai, and before he was even settled in, he launched into a tirade:

"Ji Bai, you're amazing! I watched the whole live stream yesterday!"

"Wow, this was so exciting!"

"They just gave away over a dozen patents for free, completely humiliating the Hausen family. They've really brought honor to China!"

"From the moment you took out that first chip, my heart was pounding. And every time you said 'free,' I yelled it out!"

"And then guess what? Your sister-in-law almost called 120 (emergency services), saying I was about to have another heart attack!"

Wang Jianguo became more and more excited as he spoke, his face turning red.

Ji Bai smiled. He had met Old Wang's wife before; she was older than his mother, and now she was his sister-in-law.

"That's all thanks to Principal Wang's excellent training. Wherever I go, I'll always be a soldier of our No. 99 Middle School!"

Old Wang was all smiles after hearing those words.

I was so happy.

That 100,000 yuan was well spent!

Too much value!

The best investment I've ever made in my life, bar none!

"Haha, I love how honest you are, Ji Bai!"

Wang Jianguo gave a thumbs up, his eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Enough with the small talk, I, Lao Wang, have come to see you today for two main reasons."

"you say."

"First thing, the plaque for the affiliated middle school of the research institute has been issued! The opening ceremony will be held in a couple of days, and I was wondering if it would be convenient for you to attend."

Ji Bai looked somewhat troubled.

"Attending is enough..."

Before he could finish speaking, Old Wang added:

"By the way, the entire ceremony will be broadcast live on Fucheng TV, the provincial capital's satellite TV, and I even heard that CCTV will be there."

Ji Bai's words took an abrupt turn:

"Count me in!"

Count me in!

"It's my duty, Ji Bai, to do what's right for our No. 99 Middle School!"

Old Wang smiled.

He knew it.

As soon as you mention the word "live streaming," this kid gets the hang of it.

After all, everyone knows that this Ji Shen is known for getting more excited over big events.

"Great, that's wonderful!"

"And the second thing?" Ji Bai asked.

Wang Jianguo rubbed his hands together: "The second thing is that I would like to ask you to write an inscription for our school."

"One is the name of the school, and the other... is that we would like to ask you to write a motto for the students, or a sentence of encouragement for them to study, to inspire them."

After a pause, Old Wang added, "Of course, if you're busy, just write your name; you don't have to write anything about encouraging study yet."

Ji Bai nodded.

Writing the school's name on it is nothing special.

Since the school is already called "Ji Bai Research Institute Affiliated High School", it's appropriate for him to provide the name.

And don't forget, he previously acquired a master-level penmanship skill, so his handwriting is quite good.

As for words of encouragement and motivation for studying...

A few words flashed through Ji Bai's mind in an instant.

The poem "Exhortation to Learning: Golden Thread Robe" that I drew along with "Four Sentences of Hengqu" comes in handy.

The four lines by Hengqu are not suitable; the scope is too broad, and a high school may not be able to handle them.

The golden robe fits perfectly.

"It's okay, just wait, I'll write it for you right away."

Ji Bai got up and walked to the desk next to him.

Wang Jianguo also came over and stood to the side, craning his neck to look.

Ji Bai then lowered his wrist, and the pen tip fell, revealing several large characters on the paper.

Ji Bai Research Institute Affiliated High School

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, penetrating the paper.

It was written with a hard pen, yet it captured the strength and spirit of a calligraphy brush.

Each stroke is both strong and gentle, possessing both the sharpness of youth and a profound, mature depth.

Wang Jianguo stared wide-eyed.

"Beautiful calligraphy! Truly beautiful calligraphy!"

He wasn't flattering anyone in his words.

During the previous live broadcast from the Great Hall of the People, everyone had already witnessed Ji Bai's writing skills.

But back then, it was all done through a screen, and most of what I wrote were numbers and mathematical symbols.

Unlike these large characters in front of me, every stroke of which demonstrates skill.

Even if you took this calligraphy to the provincial calligraphy association, it would be enough to shut those old guys up.

Wang Jianguo liked it more and more as he looked at it. He was already thinking about what kind of plaque and lighting he should use to match the grandeur of the calligraphy when it was hung at the school gate.

"Ji Bai, your handwriting... is absolutely amazing!"

Old Wang gave a thumbs up and repeatedly rubbed the two characters "Ji Bai" at the bottom of the signature, as if he had touched some rare treasure.

"Alright, alright, there's a second one."

Ji Bai smiled and put the title he had written aside, then spread out a new sheet of paper.

He picked up his pen, hesitated for a moment, and began to write.

first sentence:

"Do not waste your golden robe."

Wang Jianguo's eyes lit up when he saw the first sentence.

He had assumed Ji Bai would write in plain language.

For example, "Knowledge changes destiny," "Hard work creates the future," and "Effort doesn't guarantee success, but not trying will definitely be comfortable."

So... he actually had to write poetry?

Moreover, the very first sentence is quite interesting.

Do not waste your golden robe.

Is this saying, "Don't be greedy for wealth and luxury?"

Old Wang pondered this in his mind, his eyes fixed on the paper.

Ji Bai continued writing.

The second sentence:

"I urge you to cherish your youth."

Wang Jianguo's eyes lit up completely.

What a wonderful saying about cherishing youth!

We urge people to cherish their youth and students to make the most of the present!

These eight words are practically tailor-made for high school students!

The couplets are perfectly matched and the meaning is profound.

Old Wang was so excited that he didn't dare to breathe, afraid that making a sound would disturb the words he was writing.

Ji Bai continued writing without stopping.

The third sentence:

"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may..."

Wang Jianguo silently repeated it to himself, and he could no longer sit still.

The poem has such a wonderful flavor.

He didn't know what would follow, but his intuition told him that the last sentence would definitely be explosive.

Then, Ji Bai made the final stroke:

"Don't wait until there are no flowers left to break off a branch!"

boom--!

Wang Jianguo felt as if he had been hit on the head by something, and he jumped up from his chair.

"This, this, this..."