C79

"Ye Qi, is that still your calligraphy? "You have improved quite a bit, your brushstroke has also improved, and you have improved tremendously."

Zhu Xu, who was standing behind Qimu, showed a surprised expression as he said this. His words attracted the attention of the other students who had finished writing and they all came to watch on Qimu's side.

Qimu just happened to have finished writing the last word. Her graceful and graceful actions of drawing back her brush made even Zhu Xu, who was hanging in the air, exclaim in his heart. If they really haven't seen each other for one day, does Ye Qi still look like a student who hasn't even reached the age of ten? The speed at which he was learning was simply outrageous!

Not to mention the other students in the dorm, they only felt that Qimu wasn't writing. With such a focused expression, it was as if she was creating a divine item that was as proud as the heavens.

As everyone stopped writing and looked at each other's calligraphy works, the students who were participating in the competition, each of them had a plan in their hearts.

It was truly unexpected, and it was within reason. He didn't expect that this time, the first name would fall onto the body of a "boorish man" who hadn't been born in this world for long.

When Qimu first arrived, she was only half aware of the matters of the scholars, and she did not even know a single character. In the eyes of her classmates, she was just like a boorish person. "

As for them, they had no choice but to wholeheartedly submit to the "boorish man" Ye Qi.

"Ye, in the past, when the teachers said that you were naturally intelligent and had the ability to reverse the situation, I did not believe it at first. I always thought that since you were older, it would be natural for you to learn faster."

Seeing you today, it turns out that I was ignorant and ill-informed. Writing is not something that can be accomplished in a day. When Student Ye first entered the academy, he was not even able to comprehend the position of holding a brush, but now, his calligraphy skills are slightly superior to ours.

"In today's calligraphy competition, Ye Qi is thought to be number one. Does anyone else have any objections?"

A man about the same age as Qimu walked out from the group of students. He had a handsome face, was tall and thin, and was dressed in luxurious silk clothing. He crossed his arms in front of his chest as he bowed to Qimu.

This was Yang Wen, who was ten years old and the number one student in the outer sect. He was talented, had good character, was loved by the teachers, and had the love of his classmates. It was most appropriate for him to announce the results.

Seeing this, Qimu did not seem to be proud of herself. She hurriedly bowed in return towards Yang Chen and modestly said:

"Student Yang has been practicing his calligraphy for so many years, how could Ye Qi compare to him when it comes to calligraphy? It's just a reward from the heavens. "

In the whole Qizhang Academy area, who didn't know that Yang Wen's origin was considered extremely good in terms of Wutong Town?

He was the Young Master of the Wutong Town Prefecture, and although his Wutong Town was called a town, his prosperity was only second to the Jiangnan City, the largest city in the south.

The main point was that Yang Wen had learned all kinds of calligraphy since he was young, including talismans, talismans, talismans, calligraphy characters, grass, and so on.

But this time, he lost because he was overconfident. He felt that other than the students in his dorm, who else could win against him? Qimu was a little proud of herself, and her words were casual. Only by a fluke would she be able to win.

"Student Ye, I was wrong just now. I thought your calligraphy skills were still at the same level as before, but you shamelessly boasted that you have the worst foundation in the class. This time, I really have a whole new level of respect for you. I apologize."

"In the future, I won't tell anyone behind me that you're the darkest person in the class, and I won't laugh at the scars on your face. I swear."

The fair and plump little Yun Qi also jumped out. He raised his head and looked at Qimu's face, smiling embarrassedly. He bowed towards Qimu like a little adult, and said in a straightforward and sincere tone.

The corner of Qimu's mouth twitched when she heard that. What did he say? Why is this child so sincere? What did he mean by never saying that she was the darkest?

She knew she was black. Wasn't this what farming was supposed to be? With the sun and wind, the food wasn't too good. It would be strange if it wasn't dark! Was there a need to mock her in front of everyone else?! And that scar …

Qimu felt helpless in her heart, but her actions weren't slow. She returned the greeting, and just as she straightened up, she heard Zu Xiaoyun say again:

"But, Student Ye, I noticed that you seem to have changed recently? It's not the same anymore? "

"Where did it change? What's different? "

Qimu asked indifferently. She didn't feel anything was different about her, she had only been in the Qizhang Academy for a few days, what big change could there be?

The Little Sect's Patriarch, Xiao Yun, was once again unfazed by his words. He stared at Qimu and said with sincerity:

"Your face is no longer as black as it was when we first arrived. It seems to have turned white, and your face also seems to have gained some flesh. It's a lot better looking."

"Do you know what it would be like when you first arrived? Aiya! "His bones are as thin as firewood and as black as coal. It's really hard to look at him directly …"

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter. The good atmosphere that had been created because of Qimu's brilliant performance earlier instantly dissipated.

Qimu felt like she was about to vomit blood. She didn't care about the black spots or the scar, but she didn't need to mention it again and again in front of so many people. She wasn't made of iron, no matter how strong she was, she was still a girl, and her heart was hurt, alright?!

Just as Qimu was about to give Little Yun Qi a good beating, a sarcastic yet familiar voice was heard by Qimu.

"Ye Qi, you were here before!"

"I thought you were here to die, but in my heart, I realized how inexperienced you are and how embarrassed I am. So I decided to close my door and not go out."

"However, you only dare to play with a group of young students. You're not too far off."

"Hahaha …"

Qimu turned her head and saw a man as fat as a lump and as tall and thin as a bamboo pole. They were walking side by side, the former arrogant and complacent, the latter with his nostrils turned up, the latter slightly hunched over and a cautious expression on his face.

It turned out to be the two fellow students he had met in the library. The one who had spoken up was the one who had always been first in the C class, Sun Xiusheng, with a greasy smile on his face.