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Chapter 75 No.70 Chapter Five: Making Friends

Three big spoonfuls of rice, covered with three dishes, a big bowl protruding like a hill, but the person holding it is small and thin.

That scene was eye-catching no matter how you looked at it. Twenty or so students were shocked, even the cook and the servants were shocked.

"Are you sure you can eat it?" Fang Zian opened his mouth so wide that he could stuff an egg into it.

"I can eat it, I can eat it." Xu Dajun found a seat and sat down, picked up his chopsticks and started working.

"It's because I haven't eaten in a year." Someone sneered.

Xu Dajun looked over and found that it was the young man sitting in front who had also been weirdly angry just now, so he didn't take it seriously and continued to eat.

In today's dining hall, obviously everyone's thoughts are not on eating, and they are all focused on Xu Dajun who sits down and eats.

Seeing that the protruding hillside was shrinking inch by inch, everyone was sure, regardless of the size of this man, he can really eat when he has food!

Seeing the bottom of Xu Dajun's bowl, Fang Zian couldn't help asking curiously: "Can I still eat it? You can drink it again."

Xu Dajun shook his head, "I'm full."

With this stature, it is already the limit of fullness. If you eat any more, you won't be able to hold it to death, but it will be uncomfortable.

If it were his own stature and appetite, he would still be able to cook another bowl like this!
Or his father used to say that he couldn't afford to support his siblings. One mouth is delicious, and the other mouth can eat it. Anyway, everyone eats a lot!

Xu Dajun rubbed his belly, picked his teeth with his tongue, thought of Xu Yinyin, and then looked at the crystal clear braised pork in the pot over there, his heart was itchy.

There is no nap at noon in winter. After eating and returning to the classroom, closing your eyes and resting your mind, it is the time for yourself to practice calligraphy, and the teacher will not come.

Xu Dajun had no paper or pen, so he was just about to ask Fang Yuxing to borrow it, but his deskmate Fang Zi'an had already handed him a pen and paper, and the inkstone was placed in the middle for sharing.

After thanking him, Xu Dajun took the pen, spread out the paper, dipped it in ink, and started to write.

A big italic character was written, only to hear a gasp from the side.

Xu Dajun had already written down a stroke for each character, so he finished writing first, then moved the pen, turned to look at him, and asked with his eyes.

Fang Zi'an carefully looked at the word "University", touched his chin with one hand and said, "First, I heard Fang Yuxing read your two poems, and I can see that you are a very talented person. I didn't expect that your handwriting... ..."

"How about my word?" Xu Dajun was puzzled.

This person's reaction is a bit big, is this word good or bad?

Anyway, he looks pretty good on his own!If it were him, if he used a brush to write, it would be boneless chicken feet, or the kind that collapsed into a ball.

The word "Original Master" seems to be one by one, no one is hurt by anyone, the size is the same, and the strokes are still three-dimensional, he really thinks it is good!
Fang Zi'an was already smiling happily, covered his mouth and smiled, and then said: "It's okay, anyway, I can't tell, just wait, I'll find you the best handwriter in our school."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand toward the left rear: "Congyun!"

Fang Congyun, who was practicing calligraphy seriously, didn't raise his head, "What's the matter?" The word was being written, and if it stopped, the word would be invalid.

"Come here and have a look!" Fang Zian said, shaking his hands, his tone was obviously familiar to Fang Congyun.

Xu Dajun also noticed that the Fang's children who studied here in the Fang clan seem to have a pretty good relationship.

Fang Congyun finished writing what he was writing, then put down the pen, looked up, paused, got up and walked this way.

When someone approached, Fang Zi'an hurriedly pointed to the two characters written by Xu Dajun and asked him: "Congyun, take a look, I think his word is a little wrong, but I can't tell what is wrong!"

Hearing this, Fang Congyun looked at the word, frowned slightly, "Write a few more."

Xu Dajun: ...

He didn't feel any malice, and thought that his husband accepted him today. It should be that Fang Congyun didn't say what he said to him yesterday. Like his uncle said, he is not a talkative person, so he never said anything to this party. The cloud sense is quite good.

So I soaked the ink, and then wrote down, the way of the university lies in Ming Mingde, in being close to the people, and in ending in perfection.

After writing a sentence, he stopped and turned to look at Fang Congyun, is it all right?
Fang Congyun looked at it and saw something was wrong, so he gave a four-word evaluation, "There is form but there is no spirit."

Ok?
Xu Dajun listened, and then carefully looked at the handwriting he wrote, but he didn't see that he was not good at calligraphy.

Seeing him like this, Fang Congyun simply took his pen, took his place, and continued writing.

Xu Dajun looked at his own, and then at Fang Congyun's writing at the back, and he vaguely understood it.

His handwriting, at first glance, is well written, but compared with Fang Congyun's handwriting, it's like a buyer's show and a seller's show.

Thanks to the fact that he was beautiful before and felt that he was pretty good at writing this calligraphy, he was really ashamed.

"Brother, please, how can I make my word have form and spirit?" He asked humbly.

Fang Congyun thought for a while, and said, "I'll give you a copybook of Mr. Yanqing after school. If you copy it diligently every day, I believe you will benefit from it."

Xu Dajun hurriedly bowed his hands and thanked him.

After sitting down, Fang Zi'an next to him came over and said in a jealous tone: "It seems that Cong Yun has a good impression of you, and he is willing to give you Mr. Yanqing's copybook. I asked him to borrow it last time, but he refused to borrow it!"

Xu Dajun was slightly stunned, and asked curiously, "Mr. Yanqing?"

Fang Zian was surprised, "You don't know Mr. Yanqing?"

Xu Dajun shook his head, the original owner really didn't have any in his memory.

"Mr. Yanqing is the head of the Honglu Academy, and his calligraphy is excellent. His copybooks are very precious, and they are hard to find." Fang Zi'an said.

Xu Dajun listened and understood, so he was a famous calligrapher, but Fang Congyun actually gave him a copybook?It really is……

Impressive?

What kind of impression is it that on the mountain his elder sister bumped into his crotch like a bowling ball and tripped him?Or did he say at the poetry meeting yesterday that he was a student of Fang Clan Studies?
Thinking of these, I feel inexplicably embarrassed. These impressions can't be counted anywhere, right?

However, when others show him kindness, he should respond twice as well. Making friends is what he is best at.

Therefore, after school, everyone else left. Xu Dajun waited for a while, and when the copybook that Fang Congyun went to the back came, he took it with both hands, held it firmly in his hand, and immediately looked at Fang Congyun said: "I don't know if senior brother is free during the ten-day holiday?"

Fang Congyun raised his eyebrows slightly, "What?"

Xu Dajun gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "I want to invite my brother to play the game of eating chicken in the jungle!"

Chicken in the jungle?

What game is that?
The jungle... He really likes to go to the mountains and forests, such as hunting and other pastimes.

But this is the first time he heard of eating chicken in the jungle. Could it be that he hunted pheasants on the mountain?

Thinking about it this way, Fang Congyun himself vetoed it first. Judging by Xu Dajun's expression, it shouldn't be so.

what is that?

Fang Congyun became slightly interested.

But...he looked at Xu Dajun twice more, and then quickly looked away.

"Maybe you can get up every morning to brush your teeth and use tooth powder frequently."

Xu Dajun was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing what he meant, he immediately covered his mouth and hid his teeth.

After a long while, he only opened his mouth a little and said, "Brother, are you interested in playing together?"

(End of this chapter)