Chapter 314 Let Paper and Lettering
Realizing that the camera was pointing at him, Wu Qu's writing movements became stiff. He was just an ordinary person who had never been on TV and was rarely noticed by others. When he thought that countless viewers were watching him at this moment, he became nervous and restrained. His mind went blank and he almost forgot what he had just thought of.
But the photographer came over and took a picture of the work he had just started writing, which put Wu Qu under even more pressure. He accidentally wrote a wrong word.
But the photographer didn't care about that. After taking the photo, he turned around and left to take photos of other people.
Wu Qu looked at the typo on the paper, not knowing what to do.
The judge Chen Jianqiu had said before that each person only had one piece of rice paper and only one chance. Was he going to continue writing despite making the same mistake?
Wu Qu was a perfectionist. To be more precise, all calligraphers were perfectionists. When he saw the typo on the paper, he felt terrible and very annoyed. He felt that the typo affected the entire layout of the article and it was so ugly that forcing him to continue writing was as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly.
Just then, Chen Jianqiu passed by Wu Qu on his inspection.
Wu Qu called him, "Teacher Chen, can I exchange a piece of rice paper?"
"What's going on?"
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Chen Jianqiu was impressed by Wu Qu's courage. If he hadn't dared to expose the truth, the shameless Su Xuezhen might still be a judge now.
Wu Qu pointed at the paper and said, "I wrote a wrong word."
Chen Jianqiu followed his finger and saw the wrong word, which was irreparable. He shook his head and said, "Didn't you listen carefully to the rules I just read out? There is only one sheet of paper. You can cross out this word and write the correct one next to it."
"Will the erasures affect my grades?" Wu Qu asked anxiously.
Chen Jianqiu was not sure about this question. He could only say,
"A few judges pay more attention to the neatness of the papers, but most people, including me, don't care much."
The ambiguous answer made Wu Qu feel even more unsure. He explained, "The reason why I made a mistake in writing is because the photographer just disturbed me and I made a mistake."
Chen Jianqiu asked, "Did he touch you?"
Wu Qu said no.
"Then you can't change the paper," Chen Jianqiu sympathized with Wu Qu, but the rules were made to constrain everyone, without exception. Moreover, the photographer also took pictures of other people, and none of them had the same situation as Wu Qu, which showed that his psychological quality was not good enough.
"Just keep writing, it's okay. During the final review, I will tell the other judges about your special situation," Chen Jianqiu was already being very considerate towards Wu Qu.
After saying that, he walked up to the TV station's photographer and sternly warned him that no one was allowed in the center of the venue and that he should not wander around and disturb others.
The photographer apologized immediately and stood obediently outside the field, not daring to move.
Wu Qu stared at his own typos in a daze, feeling extremely depressed. He knew himself well, and he knew that among the 40 people in the calligraphy group, he was in the middle to lower level. Even if he hadn't made any typos, his chances of winning the prize were slim. And now he had lost even the last glimmer of possibility of winning the prize.
Liu Lan was sitting diagonally behind Wu Qu. She saw Wu Qu and Chen Jianqiu talking. After Chen Jianqiu left, Wu Qu put down his pen and didn't move.
She felt strange.
Seeing Chen Jianqiu coming over to inspect, Liu Lan asked him in a low voice, "Teacher Chen, what happened to Wu Qu?"
Chen Jianqiu admired Liu Lan's work very much and said to her in a friendly manner, "Wu Qu wrote a wrong character and wanted to change a piece of rice paper, but according to the regulations, he couldn't do that. He might have a psychological burden."
At this point, Chen Jianqiu noticed that Liu Lan's rice paper was blank and asked in surprise, "Why haven't you started yet?"
"I haven't decided where to write it yet."
Chen Jianqiu was puzzled. Where else could he write it if not on paper?
"But I've made up my mind now," Liu Lan smiled, "Teacher Zhang, please give my rice paper to Wu Qu. I won't use any paper this round."
Chen Jianqiu was surprised, "Then what do you use?"
“I carve words.”
When Liu Lan was thinking about "Han style", she accidentally found a small carving knife in the pen holder on her desk. It was probably because the venue staff were too hasty and careless when preparing. After seeing the knife, her thoughts gradually became clear.
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