Chapter 292 Font
"Well, what's wrong? Could it be that you wrote it again?" Mu Qingxin glanced at Wang Si and drank fruit tea. Well, it tastes good. This one is made with hawthorn slices.
"Your handwriting..." Wang Si looked at them one by one, with admiration in his eyes.
"Wow, Xinxin, I didn't expect your handwriting to be so good!" Locke stretched his head to look and was surprised at the sight.
"Let me see... Hey, it's true. Xinxin, your handwriting is actually quite angular..." Darren said as he took a piece of paper.
Then, everyone took a piece to admire it, and praised Mu Qingxin's beautiful handwriting.
The interstellar writing is different from what Mu Qingxin was familiar with in her previous life. Mu Qingxin has read the history of the development of interstellar writing. When humans first came to the interstellar from the Blue Star, because they were from different countries, had different languages, and had different political ideas, in order to unite, some people proposed to unify the language and writing. Later, they came into contact with other races in the interstellar, and slowly humans created another language. It was equivalent to abandoning the language that everyone was familiar with before and began to learn interstellar language. In this way, everyone started from scratch and relearned the language. The writing was also similar to the style of Chinese oracle bone inscriptions, with more circles, which was also familiar to some races in the interstellar, so humans also relearned it.
Later, as humans multiplied and thrived, writing gradually began to develop. After thousands of years of evolution, the simple characters we have today have horizontal and vertical lines, without complicated horizontal strokes, bends, and hooks. The font has six strokes at most, and of course there are symbols to replace them. In short, in Mu Qingxin's opinion, this font simply integrates the characteristics of the characters of various countries in the past.
In her previous life, Mu Qingxin had been alone for a long time, so in addition to typing, she also developed many interests and hobbies. One of them was quite decent, which was her handwriting. She had written beautifully since she was a child. Later, in order to make her handwriting more tangible, she searched for some famous calligraphy works on the Internet, printed them out, and practiced for an hour every day. As a result, the handwriting she writes now is graceful, square, round, and fresh and elegant.
"Xinxin, your handwriting is so beautiful!" Dongfang Ling looked at Mu Qingxin in admiration.
"It's okay," Mu Qingxin said modestly. She had never had the chance to write since coming to Interstellar. This was the first time.
Mu Qingxin discovered that in the interstellar space, there were very few opportunities to write by hand. If it weren't for the handwriting requirement from her tutor Zi Jinfu, she probably wouldn't have been able to pick up a pen to write.
The functions of the optical computer are so advanced and complete that if you don’t want to type, you can just speak. The optical computer will directly translate your words into text with an accuracy rate of 99%. This is the advantage of intelligence.
"Xinxin, your handwriting is so good. You actually finished so much in just one night. Amazing!" Baili Yan looked at Mu Qingxin with admiration again. Although Xinxin was short, she was very strong. He knew it during military training. Now her handwriting is so good. For interstellar people who have difficulty writing, Mu Qingxin is simply a master.
Mu Qingxin didn't understand why the eyes of these people looking at her suddenly turned into admiration and enthusiasm, just like the eyes they looked at every time they saw her making delicious meals. It's just writing, everyone can write well, as long as they practice more.
What Mu Qingxin didn't know was that after thousands of years, there were no copybooks in the interstellar space anymore, let alone people with good handwriting. With technology so advanced now, who would waste time writing? As long as it could be expressed and the words could tell what was written, it was fine. Besides, if you couldn't write, you could use a light brain to write. Mu Qingxin's handwriting was simply a miracle.
"I want to take pictures and post them!" Dongfang Ling put the paper in her hand on the table, took several photos, took a few photos of the pile of homework, sat on the sofa and started posting.
“I want to send it too, I want to send it too…”
The other people put down the papers in their hands, put all the homework written by Mu Qingxin together, spread it out, and took pictures of it.
The content of each person’s photo is the same, but the angles are different, and the content of the post is also different.
Please call me Queen: "Amazing master-level handwriting! My Xinxin's handwriting is so good!!! It makes me like and admire her even more!!! Attached picture~"
Princess Mercury: "Xinxin's handwriting is so beautiful, I want to collect it, but this is the homework that Xinxin has to hand in to the teacher tomorrow. I feel a little jealous that the teacher can get Xinxin's handwriting. But fortunately, I live with Xinxin, so I can ask her to write a few words for me~~~ Attached picture~"
"Not only can he cook delicious food, but he can also play beautiful songs and write beautiful calligraphy. I can't compare to him!!! See pictures~"
"Our Xinxin is so amazing. Although she's short, she can still burst out with great energy, shocking everyone! See pictures~"
"Oh my god, I'm going to start worshiping...picture attached~"
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Several people posted messages to the forum, and everyone was immersed in the Star Network for a while, looking at each other's replies and laughing from time to time.
"bite……"
Mu Qingxin's light brain kept prompting, because she added each of them, and when everyone posted, the light brain would directly prompt. Looking at the posts, Mu Qingxin covered her face and smiled helplessly. She also took a look at each person's replies, and unexpectedly, they were all words of praise, which made her feel embarrassed, because in her previous life, her handwriting was not good at all, and could only be said to be beautiful.
Seeing that everyone was silent and only focused on scrolling through posts, Mu Qingxin looked left and right, feeling bored for a moment. This state of mind was like the people in her previous life who were dominated by their phones: scrolling through their phones at parties, scrolling through their phones while walking, scrolling through their phones at work, scrolling through their phones while sleeping...
Thinking about tomorrow’s classes, tomorrow’s classes... "Oh~" Mu Qingxin couldn't help but sigh.
Shui Huanyi put away his laptop and just heard Mu Qingxin sigh. He looked over and saw Mu Qingxin holding her chin with one hand, her face full of worry. Shui Huanyi asked curiously, "Xinxin, what's wrong with you?"
Mu Qingxin sat up straighter when she heard Shui Huanyi's question, and smiled sheepishly, "Nothing, I just think about the class tomorrow. Tomorrow's instructors are a bit... um... strict, so I have a headache."
After hearing this, Shui Huanyi smiled and said, "Don't worry, the instructors are usually quite strict at first, just to establish their authority over the students. It will be fine after a while."
"Well, I hope so..."
(End of this chapter)
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