Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“Alright, Old Madam, I’ll get it done.”
At 8 o’clock that night, Zhang Guihua went to the hospital with Aunt Cui.
She brought along the tonic.
In the ward, the three of them were talking and laughing as they divided the expensive soup into three exquisite containers and drank it.
Su Qianrou asked, “grandma, is Song Heng really not on set? How did this happen? How co he didn’t tell ?”
“It’s true. I went to the shooting location. The people there said it themselves. Is he busy with other things? ”
Su Qianrou thought for a while, “that’s possible. The show is so popular. He must have received a lot of new projects, but…”
She looked down at her phone and realized that Song Heng had not contacted her for the past few days. He did not reply to her ssages either.
Su Junye had been eating the hospital als every day that he almost puked, so he actually found the tonic to be delicious. “Grandma, this is really good. It’s not bitter at all.”
“Of course,” Zhang Guihua smiled, “I added sugar to it.”
“Is there more?” Su Junye asked.
“There’s still so left. I’ll give it all to you,” Zhang Guihua said.
An hour later, Su Junye’s stomach suddenly ached, and he ran to the toilet.
After being in there for twenty minutes, he was just about to open the door and co out when he felt sothing again!
Su Qianrou laughed at him, “grandma, look at him. What a waste of your effort…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Su Qianrou’s face turned pale and her forehead was covered in sweat.
“What’s wrong?”
Su Qianrou was not in the mood to answer her. She quickly jumped out of bed and slamd on the toilet door.
“Co out quickly! I also need to use it!”
Could it be that there was sothing wrong with the tonic? Why did her stomach hurt so much?
Not only did her stomach hurt, but she also felt nauseated.
She wanted to see if her grandmother was alright, but when she turned around, she found that Zhang Guihua had fallen to the ground.
She quickly pressed the bell to call the doctor.
Finally, he added another bed to their ward for Zhang Guihua.
**
Two days passed by in the blink of an eye, and it was the day of the first online calligraphy class.
Zhu Mingzhang wore a Chinese tunic suit on purpose. He put his mobile phone to the side and placed a brush, ink, paper, and an inkstone on the desk.
In a while, he would be able to practice according to his master’s instructions.
He was very happy to be Su Ji’s disciple, but to be honest, he had no doubts about winning first place in the calligraphy competition.
At 8 o’clock, Zhu Mingzhang logged into the app.
An account had been created in advance.
At this mont, the system had already prompted him that his teacher had started a class. Zhu Mingzhang revealed an excited smile and quickly clicked on it.
When the teacher opened a classroom, the registered student would be able to enter the room.
After entering the room, one could only see the teacher’s video. The student’s cara was not turned on, but their nas would be displayed on the right side of the screen.
Su Ji didn’t want a forty-minute class that cost 20,000 yuan to drag on. She didn’t even introduce herself and started off with a lecture.
“Everyone, prepare the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. I’ll first talk about the main differences between Huajin and ordinary scripts.”
Zhu Mingzhang felt that she was really good at teaching.
What’s with the “everyone”?
Couldn’t she have just called him by his na?
He skillfully picked up the brush and raised his head from ti to ti to practice according to her instructions on the screen.
But soon, he realized that sothing was wrong.
What were the words at the bottom of the screen?
He put on his reading glasses and walked closer to take a look.
[ “Ah! I’m so excited! I’ve been chosen as Su Ji’s student!” ]
[ “Thanks to my mother for forcing to learn calligraphy for ten years! Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been one of the 300 lucky ones!” ]
[ “Su Ji is so handso when she’s holding a brush!! Mastering calligraphy is my goal in this life!!!” ]
[ “Is Professor Zhu here too? I’m so excited! I’m actually classmates with Professor Zhu!” ]
Professor Zhu: “…”
He was dumbfounded.
He shifted his gaze to the right where the students’ nas were displayed.
There were all sorts of weird nas.
The number at the top showed that the room currently had a total of 300 students!
Zhu Mingzhang took a deep breath. No wonder the price of one class was so cheap!
It was 30,000 yuan per lesson, and Su Ji had taken in 300 students at the sa ti!
One class would cost 9 million!
Thinking about it carefully, she had only agreed to teach him, but she never said that it would be exclusive.
Su Ji said that she could not put all eggs in the sa basket. Therefore, she posted an advertisent on TikTok that day, with the registration and screening thods attached.
All the students who signed up had to give her a copy of their calligraphy within two days.
In just two days, even though the price of each class was 30,000 yuan, there were still tens of thousands of students who ca to sign up.
Su Ji’s ultimate goal was to obtain academic credits, so she chose 299 people with the best qualifications.
No, it was actually 298 people with the best qualifications.
There was one person she had gone easy on, and that was “.”.
Her handwriting was crooked, and she almost thought that she had written it with her feet.
However, that was her biggest supporter, so she went easy on her.
As the head of the Calligraphy Association, Zhu Mingzhang was usually very calm and collected. However, when he saw the other 299 students who were his classmates, he was stimulated.
He was now full of fighting spirit!
He wanted to compete with this group of young people to beco the best student and bring glory to his master!
Zhu Mingzhang looked at the list of students.
There were “Su Ji’s daddy fan”, “.”, “Gold-dal Stay-at-ho Dad”, “Sunset Lover”…
Although he didn’t know what these people looked like in real life, if they could afford to pay 30,000 yuan for a lesson, they should be doing pretty well.
These people would attend this class with him every week and learn the Huajin script style. At the beginning of next year, they would also participate in the calligraphy competition with him.
It seed that it wasn’t enough for him to put in a hundred tis more effort for the following online classes!
In the cara, Su Ji looked at her 300 carefully selected students and nodded in relief.
She had 300 students participate in the calligraphy competition next year.
It could also be considered as achieving the Calligraphy Association’s goal of promoting Chinese calligraphy to the public.
The probability of getting 50 credits next year would be 300 tis higher than before!
And if nothing went wrong, she would be able to get the academic credits of the top three!
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