MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning

  Chapter 60 060 Teacher Qiu who doubts life! crazy batch

  People who don’t carry a pen to write large characters will never know how difficult it is to keep their wrists steady when lifting a pen.

  Wrist strength is the most basic basic skill.

  There are inherent differences between male and female students, so Qiu Xuezheng thought it was male characters when he first saw Bai Po’s characters.

  It is enough to see that Bai Po's pen is powerful, but now, Qiu Xuezheng watched Bai Po take off this egg-sized piece of metal, and then calmly put it aside.

  He who practiced calligraphy has always been calm, this is the first time he has the urge to scold something!

  He is not Chen Bureau, does not deal with Iridium, and does not know Iridium.

  He can only think of iron and alloy for this silver-white metal. The size of an egg is more than half a catty, because half a catty is enough to make him doubt life.

   "No, you," Qiu Xuezheng opened his mouth, unable to hold back, "You also brought half a catty of iron in your hand..."

   As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pick up the iridium that had been put aside by the white scorpion, wanting to weigh it, but just as he got it in his hand, Qiu Xuezheng stopped halfway through his words.

   "Student Bai, how heavy is this?" Qiu Xuezheng couldn't figure it out, but tilted his head.

  He asked almost expressionlessly.

  Bai Po put the iridium away, picked up the pen again, heard the words, turned his head slightly, and said casually: "It's only two catties."

   "Just, just two catties?" Qiu Xuezheng couldn't believe it.

   Do you know what you're talking about?

   "That's right," Bai Po dipped his pen and ink, and seeing Qiu Xuezheng's hesitant expression, she raised her eyebrows: "Is there a problem?"

   Qiu Xuezheng looked at Bai Po's calm and calm face.

  How did she say this so calmly?

"The best way to practice wrist strength is to hang a sandbag and practice balance every day," Qiu Xuezheng looked at Bai Jian, and let out a breath slowly: "But there are very few people who can really do it. As far as I know, even Xie Jinyun can't do it. He can only carry a one-jin item to practice calligraphy, even so, he is already extremely good. He is still only one catty, and he will not carry it around every day like you, Bai, you..."

  Before seeing Bai Po, Qiu Xuezheng had only heard of a few people from the Chinese Calligraphy Association using this ancient method to practice calligraphy.

  The current president of the Chinese Book Association is one of them.

  Everyone who can hang heavy objects to practice calligraphy can leave a bright mark in the calligraphy world, but only a few masters can practice this method.

   But Qiu Xuezheng never expected that he would also meet someone practicing handwriting with a heavy object in Xiangcheng.

   Still two catties!

  He looked at Bai Po, the eagerness and anticipation in his eyes were very obvious.

  This time at the Lanting Award, they Xiangcheng... I am afraid they will really have a place.

   "I see." Listening to Qiu Xuezheng's popular science, Bai Po only smiled faintly.

  Two catties?

  Bai Po didn't understand Qiu Xuezheng's shocking point. Everyone used to practice calligraphy like this. Those who practiced martial arts had no fewer sandbags than her, and two catties was still the weight she practiced at the beginning.

  It is extremely normal for people who practice martial arts to suffer.

  She just got used to this body, so she only used two catties.

   In the past, her teacher wanted to grind her temper, so she wore a one-jin weight since she was six years old, and changed it to two catties when she was seven!

  Going to the back, the weight she carried with one hand increased exponentially.

  So, now the two catties are just the beginning, and she is far from reaching her peak...

  She really doesn't think it's heavy.

  While thinking about it, Bai Po picked up a pen and wrote down another word "Xiang".

Without the shackles of iridium, she writes swiftly, almost overnight, and a "Xiang" character like a crane dancing in the sky jumps out in front of her eyes. She likes to hide the front and the closing momentum, which is obviously just a single word, which looks like thunder rolling , angry but not angry.

   Qiu Xuezheng quickly reached out and picked up the piece of paper.

   Then carefully blow dry the ink.

"Teacher Qiu," Bai Po put the Langhao pen into the inkstone washing pool, rinsed it and put it aside, then picked up the iridium, lowered his eyes and slowly put it on himself, "Do you think this can win the second prize? "

  She is not very clear about the extent of people's research on calligraphy nowadays, and her wrist strength has not yet returned to its peak.

   "Don't talk about the second prize," Qiu Xuezheng put the paper away, and looked at Bai Po with flickering eyes, "I think you can win the first prize this time. I'm looking forward to the selection of the Lanting Award!"

  Calligraphy circles attach great importance to the three-year Lanting Award, and have predicted the candidates for the first prize early.

   Especially about the dispute between Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun.

   But Qiu Xuezheng felt that this time...

  Bai Po is very likely to emerge suddenly and become the upset of this Lanting Award!

   Qiu Xuezheng took a pile of rice paper, and packed the Langhao pen that he had treasured for many years, and forced it to Bai Po.

   "Teacher Qiu, I'm writing..." Bai Po was holding a pile of paper, and was stuffed with a Langhao pen.

  She wanted to tell Qiu Xuezheng that she could do without this kind of pen.

But Qiu Xuezheng didn't listen to her at all, "You go home first, practice hard, show your top form, and I'll take the school leave for you. Well, I still want to appreciate your writing, so I won't give it to you. Went downstairs."

  He invited Bai Po out, and in order to prevent Bai Po from returning the rice paper and Langhao pen, Qiu Xuezheng locked the door.

  Bai Po stood outside the door with his schoolbag, pen and paper, stared at the door for a long while before going downstairs.

   Downstairs.

  Qiu Boqing was sitting on the sofa, whispering something on the phone with someone, and when he saw Bai Po coming down the stairs, he quickly looked away.

  He doesn't have the slightest affection for this kind of person who is trying to catch his name.

   After Bai Po left, he hung up the phone and went upstairs to find Qiu Xuezheng.

   "Grandpa, you have to give me a reason?" He stood outside the study door and didn't go in. "Don't you think it's a joke for a person who didn't pass the ninth grade?"

  Qiu Xuezheng stood at the door, he looked at Qiu Boqing, "Don't look at the witness, you can read her handwriting first..."

   "But we just take various certificates," Qiu Boqing interrupted Qiu Xuezheng, "Didn't you also accept your junior sister as a closed student after seeing that she got the sixth-level certificate at the age of nine? She can, but Wan Xuan can't?"

   Qiu Xuezheng could not refute this matter.

  Because it is a fact, now is the era of seeing certificates. No matter where you go, you will write what certificate you got and how many points you got in the test.

  Before meeting Bai Po, Qiu Xuezheng really thought so,

  However, the difference between him and Qiu Boqing is that he has experienced times when no documents were needed.

   "You don't have to speak for Wan Xuan anymore," Qiu Xuezheng shook his head slightly, "I have already signed up for classmate Bai Po, and she will go to Jiangjing with you to participate in the Lanting Award in two days."

  **

  On the road not far from Qiu's house, Jiang Fuli and Jiang He were still waiting for Bai Po.

  Ming Dongheng was not there, and it was Jiang Fuli who drove the car. He was sitting in the driver's seat, and he caught a glimpse of Bai Po holding a pile of paper. He was slightly surprised: "Why are there so many rice papers?"

   It was immediately recognized that what she was holding was rice paper.

   "Teacher Qiu gave me practice." Bai Po sat next to Jiang He, and put the brush box into her schoolbag. There was too much rice paper, so she just held it in her hand.

  Holding the paper in one hand, resting the other slightly on the car window, revealing a faint red, lazily, with a strange sense of mystery.

   "Practice?" Jiang Fuli saw that she was seated, and started the car.

  Bai Po did not hide anything, she put her chin on the rice paper, "Practice big characters, and go to participate in the Lanting Award."

  Jiang Fuli put his hands on the steering wheel. Hearing this, he seemed to be silent for a moment: "The Lanting Award? That's Tuesday. Are you going to Jiangjing?"

   "Probably," Bai Po didn't know clearly, her voice was lazily, "Stay for two days."

   "Don't stay in Jiangjing for two more days?" Jiang Fuli slowly started the car, as if proposing.

   Play two more days?

   "I have to come back to class."

   This seems to be something she can do, Jiang Fuli quietly glanced at the rearview mirror.

  The car stopped at the intersection of Qingshui Street.

  It was close to six o'clock, Jiang He still went back with Bai Po today, Jiang Fuli knocked on his forehead behind him, and lightly warned Jiang He: "Don't cause trouble."

   He visits the lab every day.

   Today is no exception.

  It's still early.

Bai Po was carrying a black schoolbag, holding a pile of rice paper in one hand, standing at the intersection of Qingshui Street, his white light coat was gently blown by the wind, and the hem embroidered with clusters was also swaying: "Don't worry, you go first .”

  Jiang Fuli stood where he was, looking at Bai Po, whose slender figure was as bright as the bright moon.

  There are some people around who want to talk to Bai Po, but they dare not come forward.

  Especially not far away, Mao Kun, who was squatting in place, originally wanted to look for Bai Po, but now looking at Jiang Fuli, he squatted down abruptly.

   "Let's go," Bai Po laughed, "I'll watch you go."

  Jiang Fuli let out a "hmm" and returned to the driver's seat.

  Start the car and leave. When he turned the corner, he glanced at the rearview mirror. Bai Ke was still lazily standing there, watching the car leave.

   Wait for the black car to disappear completely.

   Mao Kun dared to talk to Bai Po.

   "Sister," Mao Kun came over with a cigarette in his mouth, trying to help Bai Po get the rice paper like a dog's leg, "this is..."

  He looked at Jiang He.

   "Jiang He, my friend." Bai Po casually placed the rice paper in Mao Kun's hand and walked into the alley.

  Bai Po's friend?

  Mao Kun was in awe. He looked at the expressionless and cool kid with a ball-like Rubik's Cube in his hand, "So it's Brother Kid. Hello, my name is Xiao Mao."

  Jiang He glanced at Mao Kun expressionlessly, but did not speak.

  Mao Kun has now adapted well to the eight catties of iridium, lifting weights like light.

  Bai Po knew at a glance that his original vision was correct. He was very talented, but he wasted many years.

"You don't need to use Guben ointment for the time being," Bai Po walked in the alley, took out the words and began to memorize, and communicated with Mao Kun, "The next step is medicinal bath, 15 grams of Fushen, and 50 grams of Yushu. 18 grams of Peilan grass, 12 grams of dried ground..."

  She reported a long list of drug names.

  Mao Kun stared blankly at Bai Po.

   means that it is too long and I didn’t remember it clearly.

  Bai Po: "...I will send it to you later."

  Mao Kun chuckled, and was about to thank him when he saw Bai Po, and the delicate-looking boy glanced at him, speechless.

  Although IQ is not very good, but I can still feel the despise of Mao Kun from Brother Kid: "..."

  **

  Ji Heng yard.

  He hasn't come back from fishing, but Gimulin is there, wearing a silk shawl.

  She stood in the yard with her back to the door, and when she heard the sound, she turned her head coldly, and saw Mao Kun following behind Bai Po at a glance.

  Mao Kun is not a good-looking person, he is the key observation object of the police, and he has yellow hair and looks like a slut.

  Seeing Bai Chi mixed with this kind of person again.

  Ji Mulan couldn't help being angry, "Didn't you say that you have improved? You will study hard..."

"Snapped-"

  Bai Po threw the schoolbag on the stone table, and reached out to grab the shawl that Ji Mulan carefully maintained. Ji Mulan didn't expect Bai Po to make such a big move, nor did she expect that she would do it to herself.

   One stagger was caught by Bai Po.

  Bai Po grabbed Ji Mulan's collar with one hand, she was taller than Ji Mulan, her face was extremely white, and her fingers slowly tightened.

Poker face.

   Seeing that the situation was not good, Mao Kun quickly put down the rice paper in his hand, passed a cigarette to Bai Po, and lit it again: "Sister, calm down!"

  Bai Po let out a breath, and with the other hand, he held a thin cigarette loosely, with scarlet butts embellished.

The smoke slightly blurred her face, she tilted her head slightly, flicked the smoke with cold white fingertips, her voice was soft and slow: "Ji Mulan, your only task now is to play a good role in front of grandpa, otherwise…"

  She heard a voice from outside the door.

   Throw away the cigarette casually, and step on it with your foot.

   Then he raised his head lazily, and smiled at Ji Mulan, like a mandala blooming in a sea of ​​blood, dangerous and charming.

   silently made a "bang" mouth shape to Ji Mulan.

  Jimulan clutched her gorgeous shawl, watched as Bai Po returned to her innocent appearance and went to open the door.

   "Grandpa," Bai Po took the fishing rod in Ji Heng's hand and raised his eyebrows, "Did you catch any fish?"

  Behind him, Chen Ju had a fish basket hanging on his back, and two big fish hung on the left and right sides of his waist, "Miss Bai, look, one was caught by me, and the other was caught by your grandfather."

  He turned around and showed Bai Po his fish.

  Bai Po looked at Chen Ju who obviously had a fish basket, and insisted on hanging the fish on his waist to display: "Come in first."

  Ji Heng saw Ji Mulan as soon as he entered, he paused, "Why are you here? Are you eating here tonight?"

   "I came to ask you to go out for dinner. I will treat Ms. Xu to dinner tonight." Ji Mulan coughed lightly, she didn't look at Bai Po, her face turned pale, "By the way...how did Ah Po block me."

   "Eat?" Ji Heng didn't reply to her last sentence, but said: "Today I want to have two drinks with Xiao Chen, so I won't go."

  Ji Mulan couldn't believe Ji Heng's words.

  She looked at Ji Heng, then at Chen Ju who was standing on one side with a fish hanging from his waist, and the very nondescript Chen Ju, and the yellow hair huddled in the corner...

   What kind of mess are these people?

  What did Bai Po learn when he returned to Xiangcheng?

   Leave Xu En's dinner aside, eat here?

  She worked so hard to find a relationship for them, she would rather persuade Xu En than get Ji Heng Baijiao, but the two of them didn't understand her painstaking efforts at all.

  Should have known earlier, Bai Po is not enlightened at all!

   "Follow you!" Ji Mulan covered her neck without looking at Bai Po, "I'm leaving."

  She walked out of the courtyard directly.

  Called and asked the driver to come to Qingshui Street to pick her up.

  Stepping on a brick with accumulated water on the road, the dirty water splashed onto her leather shoes, making Ji Mulan's face even colder.

   "Why did you come so late?" During the dinner, Xu En looked at Ji Mulan, "They didn't come?"

  He was referring to Bai Po and Ji Heng.

   "Ah Su is doing homework." Ji Mulan's expression was impeccable.

  Xu En didn't care whether Bai Po Ji Heng came or not, and introduced to Ji Mulan with a smile, "Ms. Xu, you know each other. This is Mr. Ren Qian, and this is Mr. Chen of Chen Gang."

   "It's been a long time." Ji Mulan smiled and apologized to them.

  Ren Qian and Chen Gang knew that Xu En was an entrepreneur from Jiangjing, so how dare Ji Mulan apologize. Ren Qian raised his glass with a smile: "It's okay, Mr. Xu, don't worry, I will take care of the land you want."

   As he spoke, he glanced at Xu Yajun next to him.

  Xu Yajun sat beside Xu En and didn't speak, and Xu En didn't introduce who Xu Yajun was to them.

  Ren Qian didn't dare to guess casually, but he also knew from Xu En's extremely respectful attitude towards that lady that this Miss Xu was not simple.

   "Everything will be troublesome to Mr. Ren," Xu En smiled, and then sighed, "I sent a name card to Mr. Chen, and I heard that he is fine this afternoon, but unfortunately he didn't come."

   "Master Chen?" Xu Yajun raised his head slightly when he heard the name, "He went fishing in the afternoon."

  Fishing?

  Ji Mulan was taken aback.

  (end of this chapter)