This will be an exam question!

Of course you have to mark it down and memorize it!

While everyone was busy marking the exam questions, Xie Nuanyang quietly looked at the lady in front of him and said, "I don't seek fame, so why should I take the exam?"

"..." Professor Huang was stunned for a moment. After seeing clearly that the doubt in Xie Nuanyang's eyes was true, he said: "Fame? Are you still thinking about fame? Xie Nuanyang, you have watched too many TV series, right? You are a master of this field

Don’t you plan to take the credit for calligraphy? Even if it’s an elective course, there are still credits! If you don’t plan to take it, you don’t have to take the exam.”

Seeing the angry look on the woman's face, Xie Nuanyang also felt like she was being entangled in her heart. Her mood gradually worsened, and Xie Nuanyang said coldly: "What do those things have to do with me?"

Glancing at Professor Huang, Xie Nuanyang felt unhappy and said directly: "The so-called calligraphy is just writing. Whether the writing is good or bad has anything to do with the history of evolution? I know those calligraphy by heart.

Does history benefit my words and deeds? Does it help my moral integrity? Does it improve my diet and daily life? Or does it help me write good calligraphy? It has no effect, but it still does this.

Isn’t it a waste of time? And if I don’t listen to this, what’s wrong with it?”

"You, you, you..." Professor Huang held his chest tightly and gasped for air. He was so angry that he almost lost his breath.

When she calmed down a little, she looked at Xie Nuanyang and said: "You are so articulate and eloquent! If you have the ability, you can write a word and see! I would like to know, what qualifications do you, Xie Nuanyang, have to call Xiao Xiao here?

It disrupts the order of the class! As a student of the Chinese Department, I don’t even know how to respect teachers. What a failure!”

After listening to Professor Huang's sarcastic lecture, Xie Nuanyang stood up directly.

Walking to the podium, looking at the pens, inks, paper and inkstones that had been laid out, Xie Nuanyang filled the pen with ink and with a big stroke, wrote down a few words on the white paper.

Then he threw away the brush and returned to his seat directly.

Professor Huang looked at Xie Nuanyang's unprepared posture and writing so quickly with contempt on his face, with a bit of weird schadenfreude in his heart.

"If you write so fast, what good words can you write? You have to be calm when writing, so that you can write flowing words. People are like their words, so you must remember, don't be impatient, don't be nervous, don't..." That Huang

As the professor walked to the podium, he also took the opportunity to educate the students.

However, when her eyes saw the black and white writing on the podium table, she could not say anything.

All the students looked at Professor Huang and saw the sudden change in her expression, wondering what Xie Nuanyang had written.

I saw Professor Huang holding the piece of writing paper, her hands trembling uncontrollably. She looked at the word with excitement, then looked at Xie Nuanyang, and said: "Xie Nuanyang, this word, this word, is really you

written?"

"..." Professor Huang's words were like a roar of thunder, and the whole class was shocked by these words.

What does the professor mean?

Was there some supernatural event?

The fire of gossip is burning in the hearts of the students, and the light of gossip shines in pairs of shining eyes.
Chapter completed!