Song Jinsheng put his mind back, but did not start writing immediately. Instead, he neatly placed the calligraphy tools in front of his desk and poured the ink onto the inkstone. He picked up the brush and stirred it evenly with his movements.
Elegant, every move is pleasing to the eye.
Nangong Molin has quickly prepared the work before writing. He will directly pick up the pen and write on the paper smoothly and freely. The tip of the brush slides slightly with the strength of his hand, coupled with this cold temperament
His handsome face immediately attracted the girls sitting within ten miles of him.
So handsome! The girls screamed in their hearts, wishing they were the brush in his hand.
During the competition, the women's eyes were focused on Nangong Molin from time to time, and they did not feel the passage of time at all. When they were about to finish the work, they woke up like a dream.
The girls quickly put away their thoughts and focused on their works, but found that there was not enough time, so they started writing in a hurry.
Nangong Merlin felt that there were less eyes on him, and he suddenly felt more at ease. At this time, he had finished writing the calligraphy work and was waiting for the time to hand it in.
During the time before the end of the game, he had some free time and couldn't help but turn his attention to Song Jinsheng.
But I saw her writing her own words with a serious look, and the pen moved flexibly in her hand as if it had found its own master.
He looked closely and realized that she was writing with her left hand! And she was writing so smoothly, obviously she had practiced. He just didn't know why she didn't write with her right hand.
He thought doubtfully.
Song Jinsheng kept feeling a gaze on her while she was writing. It disappeared after a while and then appeared again. She didn't care about it and just wrote the words under her hand seriously.
"Okay." Song Jinsheng likes this kind of studious child who asks questions when he doesn't understand. Of course, this kind of liking is similar to a teacher's liking for good children. It may be that she has another occupational disease.
In fact, what she didn't know was that this chance meeting was not something that happened by chance, but was the result of Nangong Merlin looking at her frequently. Every time he glanced at Song Jinsheng, the chance that they would look at each other would increase by one point.
As soon as the competition ended, some students couldn't wait to come out, some were elated and refreshed, some looked calm, and some were disappointed.
She wrote the last stroke on the paper, paused, and set the pen.
There is another class after the calligraphy competition, so I can go directly to the classroom to give him a lecture.
Jun Ying had been lying on the table writing her own words. Naturally, she looked serious and did not pay attention to the situation on Song Jinsheng's side.
Jun Ying had never been in love before, so naturally she didn't understand their situation. When she heard Nangong Molin asking Song Jinsheng for advice, she couldn't help being surprised and said: "I didn't expect that the top student would have questions that he didn't know."
When he heard Song Jinsheng agreed, he felt happy.
After leaving the auditorium, Song Jinsheng and Jun Ying were about to leave directly. However, they were stopped by Nangong Molin.
Before submitting her work, Song Qinghui checked her basic information and then put down the brush in her hand.
Nangong Molin didn't know what to say for a while, so he remembered the question he asked last time: "Will you have time later? I have a question that I can't answer and I want to ask you."
Song Qinghui was sitting alone in her seat, surrounded by people she didn't know, but it didn't affect her performance. This time she felt that her writing was quite good and she had hope of entering the Star Competition.
Song Jinsheng turned to look at Nangong Molin in confusion, as if asking him what was wrong.
He could only give up struggling and sit there quietly.
She originally thought about writing with her right hand, but after thinking about it, she decided to use her left hand.
Then she sat there quietly waiting to hand in the paper. Across from her was Nangong Molin. She looked over inadvertently and happened to look into his eyes.
When Song Jinsheng and Jun Ying came out, Nangong Molin kept following them. He couldn't tell whether he did it on purpose or unconsciously. The main reason was that there were many people in the auditorium, and there were only two doors to go out. He could obviously go through the other door.
He went out alone, but he chose to follow Song Jinsheng closely.
After she finished writing, Song Jinsheng had been sitting there for a long time.
She was happy and secretly looking forward to seeing Mr. Dujiu, whom she admired so much, after entering the Star Game.
When Nangong Merlin saw Song Jinsheng turning his head to the side and avoiding his sight, he couldn't help but feel suffocated in his heart. His uncontrollable sourness was like the rushing river and the galloping wild horse trying to break through the defense line in his heart.
Nangong Merlin looked at Song Jinsheng with dark eyes. Song Jinsheng couldn't see the emotion in his eyes at all, so he felt bored and looked away.
Her left hand has not been practiced as much as her right hand, and her writing style is different from that of her right hand. If the writing style of the right hand is vigorous, powerful, domineering, and penetrating official script, then the writing style of the left hand is dignified, delicate, and gentle. Two regular scripts.
All these styles appear on the same person, and they don't appear to be out of the ordinary at all.
"Song Jinsheng!" Seeing Song Jinsheng leaving soon, Nangong Molin couldn't help but call her name.
He forced himself to put away all his thoughts and drove Song Jinsheng out of his mind with his eyes closed. The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, which was counterproductive.
"Jin Sheng, look, isn't that your sister? She also participated in the competition." Jun Ying pointed to Song Qinghui in front of her. She was not familiar with Song Qinghui. After all, they were not in the same class, but Song Qinghui was also a famous figure in the school. She
It's normal to know her.
Song Qinghui was not far in front of them and Song Jinsheng was not seen.
But after Jun Ying finished speaking, she turned her head and obviously heard Jun Ying's words.
"Sister Jinsheng." Song Qinghui was walking slowly in front. Thinking that Song Jinsheng was also participating in the competition, she saw if she could wait for her to go with her. Unexpectedly, she heard Jun Ying calling Song Jinsheng not long after she left.
