Before Qiao Ruoxi entered Professor Tao's office, she heard bursts of sighs coming from the office.
"Hey, Lao Tao, was this really written by a student in your class?"
"To be able to write such beautiful characters at such a young age, he must be either a genius or he has been using a brush all the time since he was little!"
"It's true that the signature is from my student Qiao Ruoxi, but, but this is different from the homework she usually submits..." Tao Xuesen looked confused and walked around the table several times.
Qiao Ruoxi stood at the door and watched quietly. The thing she was most worried about happened.
The handwriting is different. Will these people realize that she is no longer the same Qiao Ruoxi and report her to the authorities to have her tied up and burned alive?
Qiao Ruoxi frowned, concentrating completely.
She planned to escape immediately if she found something was wrong to buy herself some time. After all, the guards in this era were too powerful and she could be caught if she wasn't careful.
Just as Qiao Ruoxi was thinking about how to get out, there was another noise in the office.
"Qiao Ruoxi, is this the Qiao Ruoxi mentioned in this transfer application?"
Qiao Ruoxi turned her head and saw that there was another young man in the office.
This man was about the same age as the original owner, with a slender figure and handsome features, especially his pair of blue eyes, which looked like gems from the deep sea!
But compared with Pei Yaozhou, he is a little inferior.
Qiao Ruoxi thought so subconsciously.
At this moment, the young man took the original owner's application for transfer and handed it to the old man. After reading it, the old man looked at Professor Tao.
Professor Tao nodded. "That's her! This student has skipped classes numerous times and repeatedly failed to hand in assignments. Today, she even asked to transfer to another department. I can't believe she can write like this!"
The old man seemed to suddenly understand and pointed at Professor Tao: "Old Tao, you really disappoint me. What did you tell me when I went abroad? You said you would train the best calligrapher in China, but what happened? Is this how you bury this talent?"
Tao Xuesen looked confused: "Lao Luo, what do you mean by that? How did I bury a talent?"
The old man sat on a chair with his hands on his hips: "Let me ask you, Lao Tao, is this girl's living conditions not very good, and is she often bullied by her classmates at school?"
Tao Xuesen was stunned. It’s true!
Before he could answer, the young man spoke for him: "Not only that, but classmates also fabricated obscene rumors about her being a prostitute and being kept by an older man."
After saying that, the young man turned the screen of his mobile phone, which showed the campus forum of Beijing University of the Arts.
The old man laughed angrily: "Lao Tao, you really need to reflect on this. Just think about it, such an outstanding girl has been forced to hide her shortcomings in order to survive because of these rumors. How much injustice must she have suffered!"
"She writes so well, she must really love calligraphy, but she still gritted her teeth and submitted an application to transfer to another department. This shows how disappointed she is in calligraphy, in you, and in the entire school!"
"It wasn't until she submitted her application to transfer that she dared to reveal her true talents and knowledge, because then her classmates' rumors could no longer hurt her. How fragile and sensitive this child must be! I feel so bad for her!"
The old man was in tears as he spoke, and even Qiao Ruoxi at the door was moved!
That makes so much sense!
She was moved!
Professor Tao stood there in a daze, muttering to himself, "Could it be that I was really wrong? Did I bury a genius?"
"You have not only buried a genius, you have buried a good child!"
Professor Tao was startled: "I, I will go and call that child over myself right now!"
As soon as he turned around, he saw Qiao Ruoxi standing at the door. He was startled and quickly straightened his clothes: "Classmate Ruoxi, when did you come?"
Qiao Ruoxi said indifferently: "Just now."
Tao Xuesen breathed a sigh of relief and waved, "Come in. I called you here today to ask you, did you write this calligraphy?"
"Since you don't believe it, why bother asking me?" Qiao Ruoxi's voice remained flat.
"Old Tao, I think you have been staying in the ivory tower for too long and you can't even speak! Let me do it!" The old man couldn't bear it anymore, pushed Tao Xuesen away, and looked at Qiao Ruoxi with a loving smile.
"Miss Ruoxi, my last name is Luo. I really like your calligraphy and plan to sell it at a charity auction in a month. I will donate all the proceeds to schools in impoverished mountainous areas. I wonder if you would be willing to write a new one for me?"
Qiao Ruoxi nodded, smiling faintly: "It is my duty to do good things, so naturally it will be good!"
The old man was also stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the little girl had such a graceful temperament like orchid, neither humble nor arrogant, which was really what he liked!
"Yubai, help Miss Ruoxi with her writing!" The old man winked at his grandson.
Luo Yubai's blue eyes flickered: "Okay, Grandpa."
Qiao Ruoxi was used to being served, but most of the people who served her with her writing were little maids. She had only one man, and that was the little emperor. This young boy became the second one.
Taking the brush, Qiao Ruoxi began to splash ink on the rice paper.
Tao Xuesen came over with the calligraphy copy, but was stopped by Grandpa Luo. Grandpa Luo shook his head. Tao Xuesen was puzzled at first, but then he found that Qiao Ruoxi didn't need the copy, so he memorized the "Seventeen Posts".
Mr. Luo couldn't let go of the calligraphy written by Qiao Ruoxi. He nodded frequently and finally looked at Tao Xuesen: "Old Tao, do you have anything else to say?"
Tao Xuesen shook his head in disbelief.
He took out another copybook and handed it to Qiao Ruoxi: "Copy this one too!"
Qiao Ruoxi took the copybook, picked up the pen and began to copy.
Tao Xuesen kept shaking his head: "This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible..." Then he took another copybook.
Qiao Ruoxi didn't say anything and copied several pictures in a row according to what Tao Xuesen said. Old Master Luo nodded repeatedly after seeing them and looked at Tao Xuesen with a look of anticipation.
At this moment, Tao Xuesen had messy hair, a dull expression, and only a pair of cloudy eyes that were frighteningly bright.
He dug out a stack of rice paper from the cabinet and finally handed it to Qiao Ruoxi like a treasure: "This is a stone tablet I tried my best to get. Try to copy it!"
Old Master Luo frowned and patted Tao Xuesen on the shoulder: "Old Tao, wake up. We still haven't figured out what's written on this stele. What's the point of asking Ruoxi to copy it?"
Tao Xuesen had lost his composure and slammed the table, shouting, "I've tried copying it many times but I can't get it right. Maybe she can!"
Qiao Ruoxi took the rice paper, took a look at it, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
Who could tell her why she was here, seeing her master casually drawing some graffiti while reading Feng Shui for others?
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