Chen Xihua is having such a tough time. In all her past lives combined, she has never studied as hard and diligently as she does now.
She's so busy every day that she barely has time to go to the bathroom; she has so many professional courses.
There are four classes in the morning, four classes in the afternoon, and sometimes more in the evening, totaling more than forty classes a week.
I've heard that some language majors, or those teaching less commonly taught languages, only have about twenty classes a week. That's amazing!
In addition, she also has several elective business administration courses that she needs to review from time to time.
Pharmaceutical engineering students have already started taking lab classes.
There was a retired professor named Ning who, from the very first experiment, would appear whenever there was a chemistry experiment, and would stare intently at you.
If she hadn't been mentally strong, her hands would have trembled, and she wouldn't have been able to complete the experiment.
The result of a single drop of reagent can be vastly different from that of half a drop; a result that was originally blue may turn red or colorless.
However, the results are quite obvious. Chen Xihua now has some experience and methods in conducting experiments.
So now she doesn't want to sign up for any club activities at all, but she can't.
Old Qin was worried that she would slack off on calligraphy practice after coming to Beijing, so he explicitly asked her to sign up for a calligraphy club.
Chen Xihua, true to his word, said with a look of utter despair, "Calligraphy!"
"Ha, Chen Xiaowu, you have this hobby?" Deng Xinyin's mouth opened slightly, making an exaggerated expression of disbelief.
Xu Min and the other three were also surprised, and their expressions were somewhat regretful.
They don't like calligraphy, so it seems they can't participate in club activities with Chen Xiaowu.
Yes, many classmates also call her Chen Xiaowu.
The main reason is that she is young, and calling her "Xi Hua" is too long, while calling her "Chen Xi Hua" is too formal.
Chen Xihua was quite popular in class, if not the class's darling.
She raised her eyebrows: "What, do I not look like someone with artistic talent?"
"Never mind, it's still pending." Deng Xinyin pouted.
"Alright, there are six of us in our dorm, and we've signed up for six clubs. We can share them when we get back," Xu Min said, trying to ease the tension.
Half an hour later, Chen Xihua and her six roommates arrived on campus and headed to the registration desks for various student clubs.
Are you interested in music?
"Photography, photography..."
"News agency..."
"Junior, let's go hiking!"
When Chen Xihua arrived at the calligraphy club registration desk, she saw two tables set up, each with paper and brushes.
It seems that those who sign up for the calligraphy club will have to write two characters on the spot.
"Hello, junior, are you interested in joining our calligraphy club?" Chang Yi'an, the president of the calligraphy club, stood up and asked excitedly.
He's a junior in college and just became the club president, so he's also here to help recruit new members.
But after waiting for half a day, only two students had signed up for their calligraphy club.
He didn't expect that Chen Xihua, a junior who was very famous among the freshmen but was not very active on campus, would also join their calligraphy club.
"Yes, senior, what do I need to fill out?" Chen Xihua asked with a smile.
"This is the registration form. Please fill it out. Also, write one or two characters here with a calligraphy brush and leave your calligraphy as a memento of your first strokes."
Chang Yi'an first handed the registration form to Chen Xihua to fill out, and then watched Chen Xihua write the four characters "海纳百川" (meaning "the sea embraces all rivers"), his eyes filled with even more excitement.
Chen Xihua, a junior student, has practiced calligraphy, and not just casually.
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After Chen Xihua registered, she went straight back to the courtyard house to rush to finish the design for a custom-made dress.
Lihua Custom-Made Workshop received an order last week. Miao Huizhu had originally designed one, but the client wasn't satisfied, so they approached Chen Xihua, hoping she could design it.
This is Zhouzhou, a second-tier female celebrity, who is going to attend a very important red carpet event at the end of the year, and this is the dress she is preparing to wear.
Zhouzhou is from Haishi. She bought clothes at the Lihua store and was quite satisfied.
Moreover, this year, the brand store that originally customized her dresses had received many dress orders from female celebrities.
Her order is quite far down the queue, and it might not be ready in time.
Chen Xihua went through Zhouzhou's personal information in her mind, and then she had a general idea of what to do.
A style that is both retro and fashionable suits her perfectly.
While Chen Xihua was working hard in the courtyard, she always felt her ears burning. Was someone talking about her?
Indeed, at this moment, in Beijing, at the Chang family's residence...
"Yi'an, who wrote the calligraphy 'The sea accepts all rivers'?" asked 86-year-old Chang Feng, his voice a mix of excitement and forced calm.
“Grandpa, this was written by a junior from my school. The calligraphy club is recruiting new members today.” Chang Yi’an knew that his grandfather was very passionate about calligraphy and painting, but he had never seemed to be this excited before.
He had just returned home from school and was going to have dinner with his grandfather, so he also brought home the calligraphy that the new members had written that day.
Unexpectedly, when he went to the study and was putting down the calligraphy he had brought back, his grandfather, who had followed him, saw it.
It was the calligraphy written by my junior, Chen Xihua. I liked the calligraphy myself, so I put it at the top.
When Grandpa saw it, he was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. Then he became very excited, and his eyes were shining.
Chang Feng picked up the calligraphy, spread it out on another table, and carefully examined it for a while. Then he looked up at his grandson and said...
"Leave this calligraphy to me. You can call out the female classmate who wrote it and let me meet her another day."
"No, Grandpa, how could I possibly invite such a young girl to my house?" Chang Yi'an was quite perplexed and embarrassed upon hearing this.
"When did I say I invited you to my home? Don't you organize any calligraphy club activities or anything like that?"
The Beijing Calligraphy Association frequently organizes events; your calligraphy club could do the same, or organize a trip for everyone in the club to enjoy nature or something. Can't you be more flexible? You blockhead!
Although he was 86 years old and his hair was all white, Chang Feng still had a strong voice. He cursed under his breath and turned his head to give his grandson a sidelong glance.
"You go out first, I still need to look at these words."
"Okay!" Chang Yi'an wrinkled his nose, pursed his lips, a little uncertain, and turned to leave.
He felt that his grandfather was acting strangely today.
My grandfather is eighty-six years old this year. People outside say that he is a leading figure in the world of calligraphy and painting, a master of "Beichang".
But his family all vaguely knew that Grandpa had a regret: he couldn't have another match with that "Southern Zou" master.
Just now, Grandpa was so excited, and looking at the words, it was as if he had seen an acquaintance. In Chang Yi'an's heart, there was a vague guess.
Chang Feng, the white-haired old man who remained in the study, slowly sat down, his eyes filled with regret and nostalgia, muttering softly to himself.
"You damned old Zou, I know you have two apprentices."
Let's not even mention that old bastard Ye Jichang; his character is questionable. He took on a disciple named Zhou Qingfeng as his last disciple.
I've seen your work, which frequently participates in traditional Chinese painting competitions. You have some talent and inspiration, but you're too conservative.
You say you're a traditionalist, that's true, but you probably didn't teach that kid Ye to be so stuck in his ways. Zhou Qingfeng is a bit of a pity; he's not bad, just too limited.
That other kid, Qin, is also stubborn and inflexible; even in his old age, he doesn't want to come back to Beijing.
However, it seems you've found a good apprentice; his calligraphy already possesses most of your skill and style.
I'll assess your grand-disciple later.
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