Chapter 75: From Critic to Admirer!
Deng Hui’s gaze instantly grew arrogant. He had practiced calligraphy since childhood, with ten years behind him already. He was intimately familiar with various styles, excelling especially in Yan script. His skills had earned him prizes in calligraphy competitions nationwide. Because of this, he caught the eye of Liu Yixi—Old Liu—who took him as a pupil, and he smoothly assumed the role of president of the Seimei High School Calligraphy Club.
His status within the club was unquestionable.
“Yes, that’s me. I’m the president of the calligraphy club. Now, I’m giving you a chance—hurry up and rewrite your work. What you’ve written doesn’t count. When you’ve rewritten a hundred sheets that satisfy me, you’ll be considered to have passed.”
The next moment, Shi Qingqing tore up the club recruitment flyer right in front of Deng Hui, ripping as she spoke:
“Heh, I haven’t seen your calligraphy, Senior, but judging from the way you handle things, I’d wager the club’s introduction exaggerates your abilities. They say one’s writing reflects one’s character. If the heart is ugly, the writing won’t be much to look at either…”
Deng Hui had never expected Shi Qingqing to be so sharp. He thought that after reading his introduction, she would submit to his authority—
Making it easier for him to discipline her!
But she didn’t give him a shred of respect!
Wasn’t her love for calligraphy the reason she joined the club?
“You! What do you mean by that? How dare you slander me? You’re just a beginner, and you dare say my writing is unattractive? The Yan Zhenqing inscription at the front of the classroom is my work—are you blind?”
Shi Qingqing calmly gathered her pen and paper. “Not only does your writing blind dogs, Senior, but you’re pretty good at barking yourself. Why don’t you stop howling and put your troublemaking spirit to better use—maybe you’ll be salvageable one day… Excuse me, please let me pass.”
As Shi Qingqing brushed past Deng Hui, she quickly slipped the misfortune sticker from her phone and affixed it to his back.
The round sticker, as soon as it touched Deng Hui, vanished into his body.
Heh—am I the sort of person you can curse at will? Do I owe you a penny, or are you as dazzling as the campus heartthrob? Neither, right? Then enjoy the fun of the misfortune sticker!
The entire club fell silent, their eyes fixed on Shi Qingqing. She looked quiet and smiling—yet she was fierce!
Suddenly, many understood now why this girl dared reject the campus heartthrob’s request.
This wasn’t playing hard to get—this was her nature!
Awesome!
I’m switching from hater to fan!
Count me as a new fan too!
...
Just as Shi Qingqing had walked a few steps away, Deng Hui snapped out of his rage.
“Shi Qingqing, stop right there!”
He strode over, intending to grab her, but in his haste, he kicked the leg of a desk.
Pain shot through him, and he bent down to clutch his foot.
As he bent, he knocked over the bottle of ink Shi Qingqing had opened earlier, spilling it all over his face.
His once refined, fair features were now smeared black as a ghost, and his glasses fogged over so he couldn’t see. He slipped, crashing to the floor, limbs flailing.
His hands instinctively reached for support, but instead, the desks and chairs around him toppled onto him—
Battering Deng Hui until his nose was bruised, his elbow and shin bleeding freely.
No longer caring about his image, Deng Hui howled like a slaughtered pig, and with each cry, it seemed to shake the classroom’s overhead lights…