my life simulator

Lu Li turned around and thanked the volunteer girl, and led everyone away from the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

Behind, the volunteer girl looked at this strange team with doubts in her eyes.

This team is so weird!

It's obviously a student's, but it seems like the leader of the team, taking care of everything.He was obviously the leader of the team, but he stood aside and watched, not caring about anything.And there are two players who broke the table in the second grade.

Looking up at Lu Li, the volunteer girl was full of sympathy: It's really hard for you to be in such a team!

2 chapters, splash ink, express your heart

The office building of the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

In the office of the organizing committee of the "National Middle School Students Painting and Calligraphy Competition", leaders and staff from the Admissions Office of the State Education Commission and the National Painting and Calligraphy Association are preparing for tomorrow's competition.

"The examinee's lounge should be arranged well, keep warm, and prepare boiling water."

In the office, Dean Wang of the Academy of Chinese Painting is arranging work, "Also, notify the school doctor to come over to prevent candidates from getting sick."

"Okay! I'll arrange it right away!"

A staff member quickly agreed.

At this time, an old man with gray hair walked into Dean Wang's office.

"Xiao Wang, are you busy?"

The old man walked into the office, nodded to Dean Wang, and said hello.

"Mr. Han? Why are you here?"

Seeing this old man, Dean Wang got up quickly, and walked up with a smile, "Have you been alarmed by our little work? Please sit down quickly! Please sit down!"

As he said that, Dean Wang quickly led the old man to sit down, and picked up a cup to make tea for the old man.

"Mr. Han, come here in person. What are your instructions?"

After bringing up the brewed tea, Dean Wang asked the old man why he came with a smile.

"Nothing, just come here for a walk."

Mr. Han took a sip from his teacup, and said to Dean Wang, "Xiao Wang, how many people signed up for the National Middle School Painting and Calligraphy Competition? Show me the entry list."

"Okay! Right now!"

Although Dean Wang didn't know why Mr. Han wanted to read this, he didn't hesitate and quickly brought over the printed entry list.

Mr. Han took the list and glanced at it.

Among the contestants from Xichuan Province, there was indeed the name "Lu Li".Han Lao smiled and nodded.

Putting down the list, Mr. Han said to Dean Wang again: "Xiao Wang, let me know when the competition is over. I appreciate the winning works of this competition."

"It's best if you always see it yourself!"

Dean Wang nodded again and again, "After the results of the competition come out, I will definitely ask you to review them."

"It's not a review!"

Old Han smiled and shook his head, "I just appreciate it and see if there are any good seedlings."

"Good seedling?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Dean Wang's eyes, and he asked quickly, "Mr. Han, are you... planing to accept closed disciples? This year's students are really lucky!"

"Ha ha!"

Old Han smiled and didn't answer.

After Mr. Han bid farewell and left, a gossip spread like wildfire.

Taishan Beidou, the former president of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, a famous calligrapher and artist, Mr. Han Likang, the leader of the domestic painting and calligraphy circle, plans to select a good seed in this National Middle School Students Painting and Calligraphy Competition and accept him as a closed disciple.

When this gossip came out, one stone immediately stirred up waves.

Contestants from all provinces and cities across the country, after hearing the news, were extremely excited, eager to fight, and secretly made up their minds to compete for this honor.

The art world, especially the calligraphy and painting world, pays attention to inheritance!

How much convenience would it be to be able to become Han Lao's closed disciple, with Han Lao's prestige and connections?Fame and family are just around the corner!

When the news reached Mr. Han Likang's ears, Mr. Han's face was dull.When did I say I was going to accept closed disciples?

……

"Students! Students! Good news! Good news!"

When the outside world was already raging, Mr. Tian Chi finally learned of this "gossip".

"Do you know? Mr. Han wants to accept a closed disciple, and the candidate will be selected from the National Middle School Students Painting and Calligraphy Competition."

Teacher Tian Chi danced and danced: "This is Mr. Han! Taishan Beidou in the domestic painting and calligraphy circles. Being able to worship under Mr. Han's sect is an opportunity that cannot be wished for! You must work hard! Such an opportunity should not be missed!"

"Mr. Han? Mr. Han Likang?"

All those present were art students, so they were no strangers to the top figures in the art world.Hearing Teacher Tian Chi's words, the students were all excited.

"Mr. Han actually accepted closed disciples? That's great! That's great!"

The second-year boy started talking nonsense again.Zhang Sheng raised his head, looking as if he would give up me, "With a genius like me participating, who else can be the candidate for the closed disciple of Mr. Han besides me?"

"Cut! What are you dreaming about?"

Hearing this, another middle school boy quit, "Compared to me, you are far behind. With me here, don't even think about it. The only closed disciple of Mr. Han can only be me!"

Then... the two junior high school boys started a war.The rhetoric is exaggerated one by one.

"Look! There are two cows flying in the sky!"

Han Min pointed to the sky and screamed, "These two cows were blown up by Zhang Sheng and Jiang Bo!"

"Hahahaha!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Lu Li smiled and shook his head, but he was thinking: Old Han?Is it the old Han that the Yucheng Cultural Bureau saw?

Lu Li didn't pay much attention to whether closed disciples were closed disciples or not.It is naturally best to have a teacher's prestige and connections, but even if you don't have... so what?

Who am I afraid of when I hang up all the way?

The world is turbulent, and I can't bear it.Just follow my pace, step by step.

……

The next day, the National Middle School Students Painting and Calligraphy Competition officially kicked off.

Early in the morning, Lu Li came back from his run, took a shower, changed his clothes, and went out again... and called the others to get up.

You guys... relying on psychology is a bad thing!

Lu Li sighed secretly, walked over, knocked on the door one by one, and called out the others.

After breakfast, Lu Li had to remind everyone, did you bring your ID?Have you brought your pen and ink utensils?

Originally, I was just asking casually, but I didn't expect that some people didn't bring their participation certificates.

The two heroes of the Junior Secondary Group may have been too confident, and they even forgot their competition certificates in the room.

"Lu Li, you are very good at organizing and managing! Not bad! Not bad!"

Teacher Tian Chi was full of appreciation, and nodded slightly to Lu Li.

Lu Li couldn't laugh or cry.What else do you appreciate?This kind of thing... you should be in charge of it!

After counting the documents and equipment, Lu Li led everyone to the examination room.

Because I have been here once, everyone is familiar with the way, and soon came to the "Chinese Painting Academy" where the competition is located.

Because the exam time is staggered, there are no students in the first round, so they wait in the lounge.

The first one is calligraphy.

Lu Li went straight to the exam room according to the exam room number he had seen beforehand.

Walking into the examination room, there seems to be a dedicated calligraphy room in front of you, where there are large calligraphy desks, which are antique.

At this moment, there are already many candidates sitting in the classroom.

Lu Li found his seat according to the seat number on the entry card, then took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from his backpack, and placed them on the desk.

Putting on the inkstone and holding the ink stick, Lu Li began to grind the ink again.

The antique desk, handsome appearance, elegant posture, and calm demeanor give people the feeling of an ancient scholar.

"It's another trick! It's another trick!"

Zhang Sheng, a sophomore boy who took the exam in the same classroom as Lu Li, couldn't help but sneer when he saw Lu Li put on this pose again.

Too pretentious!This guy is too pretentious!

I... I tried this trick too.But...he grinds ink calmly and gracefully, while I grind ink and get laughed at.

Why is this?

If Lu Li knew Zhang Sheng's doubts, he would have told him that it was a matter of appearance.

After a while, the invigilator entered the classroom.

In this kind of calligraphy competition, there is no plagiarism or cheating, and the role of the invigilator is more to send and close the papers.

The papers were distributed, the test questions were announced, and the calligraphy competition officially began.

The rules of the competition are the same as those of the provincial competition, and it is required to write more than two fonts and more than two works.Regular script is compulsory, other fonts are optional.

Lu Li's first regular script was a long scroll "Guan Canghai".

"Facing Jieshi in the east, you can see the sea!"

The strokes are strong and powerful, and the momentum is magnificent.

When writing this picture, Lu Li also secretly turned on "role substitution", feeling Cao Cao's mighty arrogance, and condensed this ambition and arrogance into the pen and ink.

After writing a word, it is hearty, full of pride and ambition, and full of pen and ink.

On the paper scroll, an awe-inspiring aura rushed straight to the eyebrows, and the majestic momentum was like a thousand troops sweeping the world.

After finishing the regular script, Lu Li started to write the second chapter, cursive script, "Manjianghong"!

"Burning with anger, leaning against the railing to rest in the drizzle. Looking up, looking up to the sky and screaming, full of excitement!"

The sword is on the verge of breaking out, and the murderous aura is soaring!

Murderous aura soaring to the sky, full of grief and indignation, condensed between pen and ink, washed deep in the chest!

When writing this article, Lu Li even expressed his thoughts about killing all directions and clearing up evil spirits in the previous police drama, and condensed his feelings between the lines.

After finishing the second piece, Lu Li let out a long breath and started writing the third piece.

"There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will be hung straight to help the sea."

This is a running script.

In this painting, what Lu Li condenses is the inspirational meaning of persevering and fighting bravely.

Recalling the plot of the previous championship, training hard and fighting hard all the way.The past is vivid in my eyes, my chest and stomach are full of energy, and it is vivid on the paper!

After writing the three words, Lu Li expressed his heart.

Looking at the three letters on the desk, a smile appeared on Lu Li's face.If such a word can't get the first place, it's simply unreasonable!

He took out the seal, dipped it in ink pad, and stamped the seal heavily on the place where the three characters were signed.

"carry out an assignment!"

After packing up the equipment, Lu Li got up to hand in the paper and floated out.

After walking out of the examination room and returning to the waiting room, Teacher Tian Chi and other students who were waiting in the waiting room quickly greeted him.

"Lu Li, how do you feel?"

Teacher Tian Chi asked quickly.

"good!"