"The principal really hit the nail on the head."
"Let's just sit back and watch this thug make a fool of himself, hehehe…"
"Hahaha…"
"…"
A lot of students were bent over, clutching their stomachs with laughter, faces full of contempt and mockery.
The campus security guards were already getting ready to grab him.
"Old man, you're hilarious. Drawing and writing need so kind of special hand? This is honestly the first ti I've heard that."
Zhang Bin said, "Then take a look—can I draw and write or not?"
As he spoke, he picked up a pen in each hand and began to write and draw in bold strokes.
His Speed was unbelievably fast.
A stunningly beautiful painting gradually appeared.
It was a portrait of a breathtakingly beautiful girl—that girl was Zhang Lele.
The background was simple: just the main gate scene of Qing Mountain University.
Basically, it was a commorative painting.
But the picture was too beautiful, too realistic.
It practically made one's heart tremble, as if they were standing right there.
It felt like they had stepped into the painting itself.
In the blank space, Zhang Bin also filled it with lines and lines of tiny characters, all in wild cursive.
It flowed naturally, like drifting clouds and running water, dazzlingly beautiful to the extre.
The content was essentially: in such-and-such year and month, Zhang Lele enrolled in Qing Mountain University; encouraging her to study hard, be a good student, and beco a famous calligrapher and painter.
At the sa ti, to cultivate her heart and temperant, nurture her character, and comprehend the mysteries of rit.
All the students who had crowded around to watch were completely dumbstruck, shaken to the core. The contempt on their faces had long since vanished, replaced by worship and admiration.
Most of them were from the art departnt and did have so appreciation skills. Now they understood that this Youth's calligraphy and painting were no trivial matter at all.
Yang Yiyi and Zhang Lele were also staring with burning eyes, a flush of excitent blooming across their pretty faces.
Both of them knew very well that this piece of Zhang Bin's had already reached the Peak of the Grandmaster Realm, if not surpassed it.
It had broken through into another wondrous Realm.
It seed to have reached the level of Simulacrum.
Zhang Lele even felt as if she had stepped into the painting and beco the person inside.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. This is a Grandmaster Level piece—both the calligraphy and the painting have reached the Grandmaster Realm. It even, it even seems to have surpassed it… I must be dreaming…"
Principal Zeng was already completely lost, muttering in disbelief.
He was also a famous calligraphy and painting master, and Qing Mountain University was best known for its calligraphy and painting program.
That was precisely why he could be the principal of Qing Mountain University.
"It's actually a Grandmaster Level piece? Then this work is worth several hundred million, at least!"
The many students were utterly stunned now, blankly staring at Zhang Bin. How old was this Youth? And he was already a Master of Calligraphy and Painting?
"No wonder Yang Yiyi fell for him without hesitation. Turns out it's because he's a Master of Calligraphy and Painting—any random work he makes is worth hundreds of millions."
Li Biyu, who had also co downstairs, looked at Yang Yiyi with undisguised envy in her eyes, wishing she could take her place.
"Little beauty, this painting and calligraphy are for you."
Zhang Bin winked at Zhang Lele.
"Bro, thank you, you're so good to ."
Zhang Lele was overjoyed and planted a loud kiss on Zhang Bin's cheek.
"So he's this little beauty's brother."
The crowd of students was shocked and insanely jealous.
While Zhang Lele's face was full of pride and smug satisfaction.
"Old man, we're done here. Can we go now?"
Zhang Bin looked at Principal Zeng and said coolly.
"You can't go, absolutely not."
Principal Zeng's face was feverish with excitent. He grabbed Zhang Bin's hand and wouldn't let go. "You must give my students a lecture. Right, how about we hire you as a teacher at our school? Even if you only give one class a year, that's fine!"
"Handso, you can't leave."
"Big brother, please stay and be our teacher?"
"…"
A whole bunch of beautiful female students descended like heavenly soldiers—the second campus belle, the third campus belle… all the way to the sixth campus belle, plus loads of newly enrolled great beauties. They all squeezed in, batting their lashes at Zhang Bin and blowing him kisses, completely shaless.
"My god, my god, he's actually a Master of Calligraphy and Painting. All the beauties are losing their minds over him. I actually spent the whole morning with him and had no idea he was this badass."
Only now did Ma Wencheng snap out of it, screaming in his heart.
"Hehehe… Now it'll be easy to ask these beauties out. Tagging along with Senior Brother really pays off." Ma Rufei and his two goofy buddies were smug as hell, their lecherous gazes roaming over the bodies of these beauties.
Faced with so many chirping girls, each one throwing him flirty glances and smoldering looks,
Zhang Bin felt his eyes dazzled by the riot of flowers. In that mont, a wave of pure comfort swept through his whole body, his heart brimming with joy.
No, no, no—more accurately, it was a rush of装逼 ecstasy surging through every single cell in his body.
He brazenly let his gaze wander over the many beauties, fully savoring all the envy, jealousy, and worship directed at him.
"Master, handso, big brother, please stay and give us a lecture, then be our teacher…"
The second-ranked campus belle, Wang Yan, said shyly, her face flushed and alluring.
She nearly threw herself into Zhang Bin's arms, her pretty face full of longing and expectation.
Wang Yan truly deserved to be the second-ranked campus belle: especially sexy and voluptuous, stunningly beautiful.
Coupled with her noble aura, she was the very image of a fiery, passionate beauty.
A woman like this had an incomparable allure for n.
"Alright, I'll give you all a lecture."
Zhang Bin's brain ran hot, and he actually agreed on the spot.
"Yay, yay, yay…"
The many beauties let out triumphant cheers, their faces lit up with joy.
It was as if they had just won a colossal victory.
"This way, please. The main auditorium is over here."
Principal Zeng hurriedly motioned for Zhang Bin to go first.
The many beauties crowded tightly around Zhang Bin, as if escorting an Emperor.
Yang Yiyi, however, walked behind them with a gentle smile, her face filled with happiness.
In fact, even now she still didn't know who he really was. Was he Chen Junheng, or soone else entirely?
Otherwise, how co no one had ever known Chen Junheng's background?
But to her, that wasn't important.
Because she knew, though he was lecherous and a bit bad, he was truly a good person.
He had saved her mom and restored her health; he had saved her younger brother, turning him from a kid who only knew how to fight into a Cultivator who worked hard on his Cultivation.
He had also helped make her famous, so that her calligraphy and paintings could fetch a high price at auction.
He'd helped her earn tens of millions in a year.
He'd changed their poverty, letting the whole family live a good life.
He was her savior, her benefactor.
She had long wanted to find him and thank him.
But she just hadn't been able to find him.
Now, though, she finally had—and his little sister was even studying here.
How should she thank him?
By offering herself to him?
Zhang Lele was also full of pride and satisfaction.
But she was as nosy as they co. Walking up beside Yang Yiyi, she asked curiously, "Yang Yiyi? You're Qing Mountain University's number one campus belle, and you've never been to my house. You shouldn't know my bro at all, so how did you beco my sister-in-law?"
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