A dozen minutes later, Ye Chen arrived at the classroom where the music club was located.
A moment later, President Zhao Yiluo rushed in with a document in his hand.
Upon seeing Ye Chen, Zhao Yiluo's eyes lit up, and she immediately walked towards him.
"Junior Ye, what a coincidence, you're here too."
Zhao Yiluo, with a mysterious smile, came over to greet Ye Chen.
"Senior Zhao, what's the matter? Tell me."
Seeing Zhao Yiluo's "malicious" smile, Ye Chen was taken aback and asked bluntly.
"hey-hey."
Zhao Yiluo felt a little embarrassed that Ye Chen had seen through her immediately.
"It's nothing serious, Junior Ye. How's your calligraphy? You can do it with either a hard pen or a soft brush?"
Zhao Yilu asked, referring to everything.
"His calligraphy is alright, I guess."
Ye Chen gave a modest reply.
"Really? That's great!"
"Junior Ye, could you spare a few minutes to write a calligraphy piece? A pen will do."
Zhao Yilu pleaded earnestly.
There was no other way, so the school organized a large-scale calligraphy competition, requiring each class, and even each club, to submit a certain number of works.
Both hard-tipped and soft-tipped pens are acceptable.
As the president of the music club, Zhao Yiluo knows the members of the club very well.
There aren't many people in music clubs who can do calligraphy, and even write it well.
Zhao Yiluo has already searched for all the members of the calligraphy club who are good at calligraphy, but there are still a few people missing.
Zhao Yilu was wondering who to look for when she walked in and saw Ye Chen.
Only after confirming that Ye Xuedi's calligraphy was quite good did Zhao Yiluo make his request.
"Write a piece of art?"
Ye Chen muttered to himself.
"Junior Ye, thank you for your hard work. I'll treat you to a meal later."
Zhao Yiluo spoke again.
Are there any requirements?
"There are no requirements. Junior Ye, just write whatever comes to mind. Just write a classical poem, anything will do."
Zhao Yilu spoke.
It's just a matter of filling in the numbers right now.
This "calligraphy competition" is practically tailor-made for people in calligraphy clubs.
In schools, those who excel at calligraphy, whether with hard-tipped or soft-tipped pens, are mostly in calligraphy clubs.
Therefore, Zhao Yiluo did not have high hopes for the members of the music club to win an award.
Just make up the number of people needed to complete the tasks assigned by the school.
If possible, their club could produce one third-place winner, that would be enough.
After all, everyone has their own expertise; they play music, not calligraphy.
As for Ye Chen, Zhao Yiluo didn't think much of it.
Ye, you're so young, and your musical skills are so strong, that's already amazing.
If even junior Ye is amazing at calligraphy, how are the other students supposed to compete?
“Just write a classical poem, that’s fine.”
Ye Chen nodded.
It's just writing a classical poem, that's too easy, it won't take more than a few minutes.
"Thank you for your hard work, Junior Ye."
Zhao Yiluo found paper and pen for Ye Chen.
"Junior Ye, you write first, I'll go find others to take a look and make up the numbers."
The group hadn't been fully assembled yet, so Zhao Yiluo had to continue searching.
"good."
Ye Chen nodded.
Zhao Yiluo left very soon.
After thinking for a while, a magnificent ancient poem came to mind.
Picking up his pen, Ye Chen began to write fluently on the paper.
"Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return?"
Don't you see the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting the sorrow of white hair, black as silk in the morning, turning to snow by evening?
...................
"A dappled horse, a thousand pieces of gold, call the boy to exchange them for fine wine, to dispel with you our eternal sorrows."
Ye Chen finished in less than three minutes.
Li Bai's "Bring in the Wine".
After finishing writing, Ye Chen nodded in satisfaction as he looked at his impressive work.
Sure enough, after acquiring the calligraphy skills of a master calligrapher, Ye Chen wrote with great ease and fluency.
This skill is incredibly useful for a student.
After finishing writing, Ye Chen looked around and found that Zhao Yiluo had not returned yet.
Not knowing when she would return, Ye Chen was getting hungry, so he didn't wait any longer, having already done what he had promised.
Finally, Ye Chen placed the painting "Bring in the Wine" on Zhao Yiluo's desk, along with some other entries.
After doing all this, Ye Chen sent a message to Zhao Yiluo, announcing that he had left the music club.
More than half an hour later, Zhao Yiluo hurriedly returned with two calligraphy works.
Zhao Yilu casually put these two calligraphy works together with the previous pile of works.
At this moment, Zhao Yiluo glanced at her phone and saw Ye Chen's message.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Junior Ye."
"I'll treat you to a meal next time."
After replying to Ye Chen's message, Zhao Yiluo tidied up all the entries again and counted them.
"Finally, we've collected them all."
Zhao Yiluo breathed a long sigh of relief; this time it was finally enough.
With these works in hand, I left the music club.
Half an hour later, Zhao Yiluo submitted all the works submitted for the calligraphy competition, finally completing the task.
Zhao Yiluo never expected this.
With the submission of these works, a sensational event is about to take place throughout the entire school.
P.S.: Here comes the third update!
This month, Tomato's online novel competition, the category ranking competition has begun. Tianhuoyan wants to compete and hopes everyone will support him. The author has no way to repay this but to add more chapters!
This book is currently sixth in the urban fiction category. Let's see if we can compete for a top-five or even top-three spot.
Thank you everyone.
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