She Becomes Ugly if She Doesn’t Study

On Sunday, Tang Su returned to Qingda.

In the season when Yingfei grass grows, the campus has become more active and lively.

It's the weekend. There will be many clubs on campus to hold activities. There are also band performances on the Avenue of Stars. Almost all the playgrounds of Qing University are occupied by clubs.

Tang Su saw a lot of people watching a calligraphy exhibition in the Dongda playground.

Tang Su also went with his roommates out of curiosity.

There are many works hanging on a long rope tens of meters long, these works are created by students of the school's calligraphy enthusiasts association.

Tang Su felt that she didn't have any artistic skills, and she didn't appreciate this kind of calligraphy and painting very much, but she still envied these classmates who had specialties and hobbies.

Tang Su, how is your calligraphy? Just as Tang Su was looking at a copy of The Lanting Preface, Cai Yalin suddenly asked.

No. Tang Su replied with a smile. She didn't reply two words directly, not to mention calligraphy, but she usually writes with a ballpoint pen, and she also writes very ordinary.

In the three years of high school, her academic performance has improved by leaps and bounds, but her writing has not gotten better and better.

As for classes like calligraphy, she doesn't even remember when she took it, maybe she did in elementary school, but she didn't write seriously at all at that time.

I can't seem to see which of these two works is better. Tang Su pointed to works No. 34 and 35.

Both of these two works were written When will the water tune song head bright moon?, and both are in italics, but the styles are completely different.

Looking at Tang Su, Cai Yalin was a little surprised that Tang Su didn't understand calligraphy, because in her impression, Tang Su was a super scholar, and she felt that she had a lot of skills.

Tang Su walked away after watching for a while, then took out his mobile phone.

At a glance, someone in the class circle posted two pictures.

Tang Su clicked and found that it was the final list of the information contest.

A total of 60 students from the six tracks entered the finals.

Tang Su looked directly at the third row, the finalists of the big data competition, and wanted to see if he had his own name.

However, after reading it, Tang Su shook his head in disappointment.

Without her name on it, she still didn't make it to the finals.

Then, Tang Su looked at the other lists.

In the data modeling competition, Xue Yao was shortlisted and came in second.

In the AI ​​algorithm competition, both Shen Junhui and Hong Lei entered the finals, one of them was fifth and the other was seventh.

Although he was not able to be shortlisted, Tang Su was still very happy that these senior brothers were shortlisted.

Tang Su forwarded these two pictures to the team's work group.

Congratulations, brothers.

Tang Su sent a few expressions.

After a while, someone in the group replied.

Li Yipeng: Hey...I didn't make it to the finals, so I was a bit hit.

Shen Junhui: What's the blow to you? You have girls with you every day. You can only focus on studying like a single dog like us.

Li Yipeng: What do you mean, I don't also study every day.

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Tang Su just looked at the news in the group and didn't reply.

She came out of the Dongda playground and walked to the dormitory building.

Just before he reached the dormitory building, Tang Su's cell phone rang again.

Tang Su looked at it and found that it was an unfamiliar number, and the caller ID was: Lidu.

Tang Su thought it was a harassing call, so he hung up directly.

But after a while, the phone rang again.