art master

Chapter 1
"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think about your hometown. Hiss~"

Professor Liu looked at the five-character quatrain written in beautiful handwriting on the paper, and then looked at Yang Wenjun, a female student who was a little nervous: "Let's talk!"

"Ah?" Yang Wenjun was so confused that he almost scratched his head with his hands: "Teacher, tell me, what are you talking about?"

"Where did you copy this poem from?"

Yang Wenjun trembled in his heart: "Has someone published this poem?" She obviously searched the Internet all night, but she didn't find the same poem!
"I don't know whose work it is, but it's definitely not written by you!" It's not that Professor Liu looks down on Yang Wenjun, she really can't write such a poetic poem.

Professor Liu pinched his little beard: "This should be a new work by some teacher. It hasn't been released yet. You saw it. You copied it to fool me, right?"

Shenghuai University of the Arts is one of the three major art academies in the state of Zhou. It also produced saints back then. Many professors are famous poets throughout the country, and many people can write poems of this level.

"The teacher has a unique eye!" Yang Wenjun threw out a rainbow fart first: "But this is not a masterpiece by any professor, but a new work by a friend of mine."

"Oh? Which class is he in? What's his name?" Professor Liu was a little surprised that a student could write such a work.

Yang Wenjun rubbed his hands: "Teacher, do you think my big homework this month is right, hehe..."

Professor Liu waved his hand helplessly: "Well, it's your turn."

"Okay!" Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Yang Wenjun didn't hide it: "My friend is Mu Bai, a student of the music department."

"Music department?" Yang Wenjun was even more incredible. Those who study music these days can also write poems so well?

It's fine if it's a modern poem, but there's a huge difference between an ancient poem and a music student.

He pondered for a while before saying, "Ask him if he has a title for this poem? Also, I would like to recommend his poem for the school magazine. Would you like to ask him?"

Yang Wenjun opened her mouth. She also thought the poem was pretty good, but she didn't expect it to be good enough to be published in the school magazine: "Yes, yes, he must be willing, I'll ask!"

She ran out of the office in a hurry, trotted all the way to Mu Bai's classroom, panting and panting: "Mu Bai, something big happened!"

Mu Bai, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was taken aback: "What's the matter?" Just a few days after time travelling, what happened?

As a time traveler, everything about Zhou Guo almost shocked Mu Bai's jaw.

First of all, the whole country does not have an army. If there is a conflict with another country, the soldiers of the country will fight with words.

What surprised Mu Bai even more is that this concept is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, even ordinary people think that fighting is a barbaric act.

This has led to an unprecedented prosperity in the world of literature and art. Literature and art are everything. In addition to entertainment, literature and art are also the foundation of the country!
Mu Bai saw that Yang Wenjun came after he took a breath, and handed him a bottle of water.

Tons of tons!
Yang Wenjun drank a few sips of water before asking: "Did you write that poem?" This must be confirmed clearly, after all, she has known Mu Bai for so many years, and she has never seen him show signs of being a poet.

"What poem?"

"Just the poem you read on the playground that day! Do you know? Even my Gu Yan poetry teacher applauded it, and even recommended you for the school magazine!"

Mu Bai couldn't help being a little surprised. According to the memory of the original owner, although Shenghuai's school magazine is called a school magazine, it is one of the authoritative literary publications in China.

Then Mu Bai thought of a very serious problem, there is no "Quiet Night Thoughts" in this world!
That's elementary school... No, it's a poem that Mu Bai's three-year-old nephew can recite!

Mu Bai clapped his hands. He was worrying about money these two days. Why didn't he think of copying poems to make money... Ahem, why didn't he think of carrying forward those great poems and taking the opportunity to make money?

He didn't blush and said without panting, "Is it me or you?"

Although Mu Bai is thick-skinned, he is too embarrassed to just admit it.

Yang Wenjun knocked Mu Bai on the head: "Nonsense, if I can write such a good poem, I will be a poet in peace, why are you angry with my family?"

Mu Bai and Yang Wenjun were young, so their language and behavior were a little more casual.

But this scene made Mu Bai's male classmates envious. Although Yang Wenjun's professional courses were terrible, his reputation as a school belle was real.

They are happy to let the school belle be "touched" like this, even if they are licking dogs.

Yang Wenjun asked again: "Does that poem have a name?"

"Quiet night thinking about Li..." Mu Bai almost gave himself a slap in the face, this familiar poem was memorized so smoothly, it made people think that Jing Yesi, Li Bai was just a sentence.

"What's this name?"

"It's called "Quiet Night Thoughts." Mu Bai did not forget to ask: "How much is the manuscript fee?"

Yang Wenjun looked very ironic: "School magazine, brother! How many people can't get into the school magazine with money!"

Mu Bai patted his leg: "For a disabled person like me, the manuscript fee is above all else."

This is the saddest thing Mu Bai discovered after traveling. The original owner had a car accident when he was a child, and he couldn't stand up with his legs, so he could only sit in a wheelchair.

These words stunned Yang Wenjun, in her impression, Mu Bai has always been strong, especially when it comes to topics like disabilities and cripples, she never dared to mention it in front of Mu Bai.

Now Mu Bai is making fun of his legs, so Yang Wenjun is not surprised.

But she immediately became happy again, happy that her friend finally came out of the haze of the car accident that year.

"Don't worry!" Yang Wenjun patted his chest tremblingly, and several male students around looked straight at him.

Yang Wenjun, however, was used to women for a long time, and didn't care about those eyes at all: "The manuscript fee is covered by me."

After speaking, she quickly ran back to Professor Liu's office, more concerned than Mu Bai himself.

At this time, there were already more than a dozen people in the office, including the head of the Department of Ancient Chinese.

All of them had dignified faces, or were holding their arms, or pinching their beards, and they were all tasting "Quiet Night Thoughts".

With so many big bosses here, Yang Wenjun didn't make any fuss. He waited until he was out of breath and said: "Teacher, my friend said this poem is called "Quiet Night Thoughts."

Professor Liu nodded with a smile: "Well, yes, with this name, this quatrain is considered complete."

He changed the subject and asked again: "When your friend wrote this poem, what state of mind was he in? Oh, Director Hao Wenzhong hopes to write a short review for "Quiet Night Thoughts". Ask your friend if he is willing. "

If Yang Wenjun is struck by five thunders, even if she doesn't care about her studies, she is still a member of the Department of Ancient Chinese Literature, and she knows the weight of the head of Department Hao Wenzhong.

This "good director" is a master of ancient prose in Zhou Guo, and there are only five fingers who have reached the level of Hao Wenzhong in the whole country.

Yang Wenjun swallowed hard: "The opportunity is rare, he will definitely be willing!"

She thought to herself: "If that kid dares to say no, I will beat him... Cough cough, please agree!"

Then Yang Wenjun talked about the scene of Mu Bai reciting poems on the playground that day, that day she pushed Mu Bai for a walk on the playground, and the two chatted about their hometown.

Yang Wenjun said that he was homesick, Mu Bai looked at the bright moon above his head, and wrote this poem in one go.

The white-haired and childlike Hao Wenzhong said: "Touching the scene to create love, not bad, not bad."

Then he asked: "Has little friend Mu Bai made any request for the release of this poem?"

Yang Wenjun suddenly felt sore in his heart. If he was called "Little Friend Wenjun" by the "good director", Yang Wenjun would definitely go back to worship his ancestors immediately, and thank his ancestors for their blessings!

Immediately afterwards, she was happy for her friend again, and said a little embarrassedly: "He wants to ask how much the manuscript fee is?"

Professor Liu said with a smile: "This little friend Mu Bai is still in the mall!"

Everyone in the room roared with laughter, and finally Hao Wenzhong said: "I recommend "Quiet Night Thoughts" on the front page, two thousand per sentence!"

Holy Wye School Newsletter Homepage!That is the dream of many literati!Yang Wenjun is considering whether to take Mu Bai back to worship the ancestors?

Hao Wenzhong once again asked Yang Wenjun to inquire about adding short comments, unless the author had passed away, he still had to ask for his own opinion.

Without saying a word, Yang Wenjun ran out of the office in a flash. She realized later that she had become an errand runner?

At this moment, Mu Bai suddenly heard a voice in his mind:
[Ding, it has been detected that your appreciation value exceeds ten, and you have the qualifications to bind to the integrated literature and art system. 】

[May I ask if it is bound? 】

(End of this chapter)