Daiyu: After being reborn, who still wants to be a yandere?

Lin Daiyu just replied obediently:

"Okay, teacher, I understand. Wait for me, I'll send you the video later."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

Lao Wang listened to the busy tone coming from the microphone and felt dizzy.

what's the situation?

He specifically told Daiyu that the competition required cursive script because he knew that Daiyu had always written in regular script. He wanted to dissuade Daiyu from the competition and wanted her to go back to school with him.

Seeing Daiyu walking into the courtyard, He Shuirong asked in confusion:

"what happened?"

Daiyu looked at He Shuirong and suddenly thought, he is a good photographer, and since it is a free resource, of course she has to use it for free.

"Teacher He, can you help me shoot a video..."

"Make sure to complete the mission."

The decoration style of Lanting Study is also antique, with simple yet unique furnishings.

He Shuirong set up two tripods outside the window, with both cameras turned on. In addition, he also held a camera in his hand.

Opening the carved wooden window, the green bamboo outside the window sways gently, a few rays of sunlight shine through the sparse bamboo leaves, the light and shadows on the desk are mottled, Daiyu rolls up her sleeves and starts grinding...

Spreading out a piece of old oil bamboo paper, Daiyu casually picked up a small-caliber long-pointed wolf-hair brush, dipped it lightly in ink, and touched the tip of the brush to the paper:

【When you go to Shuangxi, you will see that all the houses are along the river. There is little idle space in the ancient palace, but there are many small bridges over the water port. Lotus roots are sold at the night market, and boats are loaded with silk and satin. I know the moon is not sleeping, and my homesickness is in the fishermen's songs. 】

The elegant cursive script jumps off the paper.

The lines are graceful, smooth and elegant, showing the characteristics of Shuangxi Water Village in every stroke. Every household is built along the river, with small bridges and flowing water, a bustling night market and melodious fishermen's songs.

After finishing this page, Daiyu looked at the page, turned around and smiled sweetly at He Shuirong. Seeing that he was holding the camera seriously, she said:

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. He. I will write another page."

This time, she changed a piece of rice paper, picked up a large-caliber center-point wolf-hair brush, dipped it in ink, and splashed ink:

[Two boats return to the pass at night, lonely clouds and weary birds fly back. The moon is bright at Taiping Bridge at night, and I still wake up to see the mountains in my dreams.]

Elements such as the returning boat, lonely cloud, tired bird and bright moon are interwoven in the cursive calligraphy, adding a sense of heaviness to the refreshing feeling.

Even He Shuirong couldn't help but marvel in his heart. The little girl looked very young, but he didn't expect that her writing was so elegant!

After writing, Daiyu unlocked her phone and took two photos of the paper.

He Shuirong exported the original videos from the three cameras and sent them to Daiyu. After receiving the videos, Daiyu was too lazy to even open them. She just sent them all to Teacher Wang along with the two photos she took:

【Hand in hand, see you at the exhibition. 】

Teacher Wang was also calling the new principal, Zhu, to apologize to him and explain that Daiyu could not go back today.

Principal Zhu is Zhu Yiquan, the uncle of Zhu Qingyin, the former deskmate of the original owner in the First Middle School, who works in the Education Bureau:

He had never met Daiyu, but because Daiyu and the other two had achieved good results in the math competition, it made him, the new principal, very proud.

Moreover, before coming to No. 6 Middle School, he had paid attention to Daiyu's academic performance and was very satisfied with the student's great progress.

Principal Zhu comforted Old Wang and said:

"Teacher Wang, you don't have to rush back. Today is Friday, so just play for a few more days."

Because Lao Wang had experienced Principal Zheng before, he was afraid of offending the new principal, so he was a little timid:

"Principal Zhu, then...what should we do with Zheng Yan?"

Principal Zhu thought for a moment and replied:

"I'll discuss this with her again."

What Principal Zhu is worried about now is how to negotiate to get Zheng Yan to attend the event.

He had seen Zheng Yan's handwriting, and it was indeed different because she had practiced. At Nancheng No. 6 Middle School, she was the student with the highest potential and attainments in calligraphy that Principal Zhu had ever seen.

No wonder, he is so arrogant because of his talent.

Principal Zhu was very worried.

The history teacher was also in the principal's office at this time. He handed Principal Zhu a Daiyu assignment:

"Principal, I have a candidate to recommend."

Principal Zhu took Daiyu's homework book. Page after page of beautiful calligraphy was indeed eye-catching, but...

He looked at it and shook his head again:

"It looks good, but this student wrote in Kaiti, the entry-level calligraphy font. Also, there is a big difference between writing with a brush and writing with a brush."

The history teacher also had to admit that he had only seen Daiyu's handwriting with a brush and didn't know whether she could write with a calligraphy brush.

After all, these days, it is extremely difficult to find students who can write calligraphy...

……

After hanging up the phone, Lao Wang received the message from Daiyu. The video was taken with a SLR camera, which has a large memory and a slow transmission speed.

Just these two pieces of calligraphy alone made Lao Wang go crazy——

Although Lao Wang doesn't know much about calligraphy, it is still easy for him to tell whether a person's handwriting is beautiful or not.

He quickly forwarded the two photos to Principal Zhu.

Principal Zhu was still discussing solutions with the history teacher. When he received these two pages of calligraphy, his eyes suddenly lit up:

[Teacher Wang, which two masters wrote these words? Can we invite them to attend the event? ]

It is impossible for a high school student to write with such style.

Moreover, the two fonts have different styles, and should have been created by two calligraphy masters.

"Teacher He, there is help, there is help!"

The history teacher was still confused. He looked at Principal Zhu, not understanding why he suddenly became excited.

Principal Zhu opened the two photos and showed them to the history teacher:

"Look, these are two pieces of calligraphy sent by Teacher Wang."

This is a piece of cursive calligraphy with graceful lines and the brush strokes are like snakes and dragons. You can see the calligraphy skills of the person holding the brush. It is indeed a fine piece of calligraphy.

The other pair of cursive script has a free and easy font structure yet remains steady, giving it a sense of mastery.

History Teacher:

"Principal, this... is a master, right? But the promotional activities require us, the students of Nancheng No. 6 Middle School, to attend the activities and also shoot videos..."

Principal Zhu forgot that, in addition to promoting the ancient town, this event also requires students to appear on camera to shoot videos and promote the event on site.

This time, there is still no solution...

Teacher Wang was extremely excited after sending the photos.

He hurriedly called Daiyu:

"Student Daiyu, where did you find these two calligraphers?"

At this time, He Shuirong was driving, and Daiyu was sitting in the passenger seat, her eyes were a little confused:

"Calligrapher, what calligrapher?"

Teacher Wang couldn't stop smiling:

"Which two calligraphers wrote the two pieces of calligraphy you sent me?"

Her phone was connected to the car's Bluetooth, and Teacher He said to the other end of the phone:

"Did you finish watching the video?"

Teacher He's voice came through the receiver, as cold as frost. Teacher Wang couldn't help but shudder:

"Video...where is the video?"

Teacher Wang's voice sounded a little timid.

Daiyu glanced at He Shuirong in reproach. It was because of this cold-faced devil that Teacher Wang was frightened by him. She hurriedly said:

"Teacher Wang, I have sent you the video on WeChat. Please receive the video first and see if it works..."

Teacher Wang's fingers were stiff, and he didn't even dare to hang up the phone. Then, a burst of "Ahhhhhhhh..." suddenly came from the speakers in Daiyu's car.

Even through the phone, I could guess that Teacher Wang must be crazy.

He Shuirong hung up the phone directly, then he looked at Daiyu and said meaningfully:

"Student Lin... I finally understand why you couldn't write Arabic numerals before..."