Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 16 Calligraphy Club, Get It!

Before setting off, Qingshan Li had a very important question.

"Are there many people in the calligraphy department?" he asked.

"The number of people is not the key. What's important for rating is will, action, and level." Jian Shangai answered in a corrective tone.

"I'm worried that we'll be beaten."

"Really?" Jian Shangai was slightly surprised.

"I would have this worry anyway." Qingshan Li said.

Seeing that Shang Ai Gaoya's face showed an expression of serious thinking, she said, "In that case, let's gather intelligence first today."

"Source?"

"Yes."

"When you have collected 100% of the materials, will you draw a conclusion?"

"Although your other statistics are all F, your IQ is A." Jian Shang Ai said.

"My other statistics are not F, and there is no F. My IQ is not A, but only B," explained Aoyama Ri.

Without waiting for her to speak, he continued, "I have another question - how is your calligraphy?"

"What if I say I'm not as good as them? Will I not go?"

"It would be embarrassing if you were not as good as them and still had the nerve to give them grades."

“It’s shameful to give a grade if you didn’t go.”

Can't you just not give a score? - Aoyama Ri swallowed the words back into his mouth.

He took out his cell phone and checked the time. There were still twenty minutes until school was over. If he dawdled a little, he should be able to finish school just in time for the conflict to break out.

By then, I can use the excuse of "school is over" to avoid fighting for the day.

The two left the Athens Philosophical Research Department, also known as the Athens Research Department.

The calligraphy department is located on the first floor of the club building. The three words "Calligraphy Department" on the gate are extraordinary, and there is also the signature of the current director.

Jian Shangai took out the latest model of his gorgeous mobile phone and took a picture of these three words.

"How is it written?" Qingshan Li personally thought it was good, so he was curious about her opinion.

"Close to B."

"That's pretty good too."

C is the average human being, which is a very large range.

The calligraphy club director's level is close to B, which, converted into academic qualifications, is at least the level of a third or fourth year student at the University of Tokyo.

Pretty good level.

Of course, this is Jian Shang Ai's evaluation, and whether it is accurate is a question.

Jian Shang Ai suddenly said: "The scoring of the club should be divided into five categories, namely - the level of the leader, the average level of the club, the cultural festival, the competition, and the potential."

It's becoming more and more reasonable.

"Isn't there an attendance check?" asked Qingshan Li.

"Boring." Jian Shangai didn't know what she was commenting on, "I don't have time to check their attendance."

"Social groups that don't have major competitions are at a disadvantage when it comes to 'major competitions,' like our Yayan Department, for example."

"Don't worry, I'll give you an 'A' for 'potential'." With that, Jian Shang Ai knocked on the door of the calligraphy club.

In a sense, the potential is indeed an 'A', it's incredible, I can do anything!

The door is opened.

The girl wearing a bow in the first-year colors looked at the two curiously: "Senior, Senior, what can I do for you?"

"We are members of the Athens Philosophy Research Club. Our club has just been established and we would like to borrow the calligraphy club's space and equipment to write the name of our club and recruit new members." Jian Shangai said.

"Please wait."

The high school girl disappeared. After a while, the door opened completely and the smell of ink filled the air.

"Please come in."

The two walked in and looked around.

Jian Shangai's eyes look like a landlord assessing damages, while Aoyama Ri looks like a visitor to a museum.

The furnishings are relatively simple, with a few clothes-drying ropes covered with calligraphy.

There were several tables covered with papers, and a few books in the middle of the tables.

In order to collect materials, Qingshan Li took a special look at the title of the book.

There are "History of Japanese Calligraphy", "History of New Chinese Calligraphy", "History of New Japanese Calligraphy", and "On the Art of Calligraphy";
There are also "Research on Calligraphy with Wang Xizhi as the Center", "Complete Works of Calligraphy", and "Complete Works of Chinese Calligraphy";
As well as "Appreciation of Calligraphy Throughout the Ages" published by Uchiyama Bookstore, "Comparison of Chinese and Japanese Calligraphy Art" published by Yamamoto Bookstore, and "Shangyi Calligraphy Style and Xie Shi" published by Oriental Bookstore.

These books are so old that they are works of art in themselves.

Members of the calligraphy club are copying Ono Michikaze's "Imperial Decree of the Posthumous Title of Master Zhizheng".

[School Reasoning, Main Ability is Beauty: 91.3%]

National Competition: 13%

There are seven members in the calligraphy club, each with a desk.

"Meiyu, give them the position." said the head of the calligraphy club.

"Yes." The girl who opened the door tidied up her desk a little, "Senior, senior, please." "Thank you." Jian Shangai sat down.

The people in the calligraphy club had long lost the heart to practice calligraphy. The male members saw Shang Ai, and the female members saw Qingshan Li behind Shang Ai.

But when Shang Ai picked up the brush, everyone looked at her.

"Have you practiced calligraphy?" The head of the calligraphy department asked curiously.

"Shut up." Jian Shang Ai was merciless, like a porcelain plate that had been left in the refrigerator all night.

The members immediately became dissatisfied with their own minister.

Qingshan Li stood behind him. He didn't understand calligraphy, but he could feel the extraordinary way Jian Shangai held the pen and the concentration in his expression.

When the brush fell and wrote the first stroke, everyone's mental strength seemed to be absorbed by the black ink.

There was a strange electric current flowing in the air, and the onlookers' skin felt slightly numb.

A trace of fear appeared on the face of the head of the calligraphy department.

"Okay." Jian Shang Ai spoke, and the electricity in the air disappeared.

The Athens Philosophical Research Department, written entirely in Chinese characters, seems to emit a black light.

For a moment, Qingshan Li thought these words had life.

For a short time, no one else spoke.

Jian Shangai took a deep breath, picked up the pen again, and began to write the recruitment advertisement for the Athens Philosophy Department.

After writing these two pieces, the two said goodbye and left.

"Mei Shang, are you really not considering joining the calligraphy club?"

"With your level, you'll definitely win big at the calligraphy exhibition and the Sasakawa Cup!"

The head of the calligraphy club chased him all the way to the corridor, speaking respectfully.

Aoyama Riya had imagined being chased into the corridor, but in his imagination, the calligraphy club leader would be calling out "Die, you bastards!" while summoning a shikigami with his brush.

It was not until they reached the corner of the stairs and saw that Shang Ai remained silent that the calligraphy club leader gave up.

Qingshan Li looked back and saw that the head of the calligraphy club had lost his spirit, like a believer abandoned by Buddha.

Go up one more floor.

See Shang Ai standing there.

"What's wrong?" Aoyama Ri looked up at her from the bottom of the stairs. "Do you regret it? Do you want to join the calligraphy club?"

Seeing Shang Ai turn around, she smiled brightly: "You don't have to get beaten. That's great, Aoyama-san."

She is proud.

She's showing off.

She is laughing!

Qingshan Li took a deep breath and clapped his hands: "Jian Shang, your handwriting is as beautiful as you are, impeccable."

It was a little unexpected to see Shang Ai.

"Even if it's a man named F, he has his good points," she said.

[School Reasoning, Main Ability is Beauty: 91.6%]

【Daily Campus Romance: 67%】

"I told you there's no such thing as an F anymore, and soon I'll be getting all As."

"Then I'll raise my combat capability to A. Without bodyguards, I'm going to the sports club with some concerns. They're a violent bunch."

The sports club didn't mess with you, you messed with them.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

The two listened quietly for a second and continued walking upstairs.

"Just put up your names and posters and then we'll disband." Jian Shang Ai said.

"it is good."

"Aoyama-san, you're so far away from me, are you trying to use the stairs to peek under my skirt?"

"My eyesight is an F."

"Your cunning level is A."

"Thank you."

"Please come up and walk with me. There is a man behind me when I go upstairs, and as a woman, I don't feel safe." Jian Shang Ai said.

Qingshan Li looked carefully, no, thought carefully.
Seeing Shang Ai covering her skirt.

This is true.

He took five steps up and walked together with Jian Shangai.

The two figures disappeared in the corridor, and only their voices could be heard faintly.

"Aoyama-san, call the director over here and let him hear it." The voice was slightly teasing.

"I was walking behind just now and saw a little bit of Minister Shang Ai." With reverence.

".You're disgusting." The distance between the two of them should have been widened, both physically and psychologically.

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