Chapter 184 I'm not dead yet
Sucyanti felt a hint of disgust at the sight of Leon's smiling face.
This was the studio of Isak, the calligrapher. As Frank said, it was a hall of great elegance and cannot be desecrated.
You can come in, as long as you like calligraphy, no one stops you, but your hippy smile is disrespectful to the master.
"Leon, please be quiet. We are copying books."
Sucyanti looked at Leon's face seriously.
Today, Sucyanti wore a Western skirt.
The skirt was azure, and the skirt was dotted with white broken flowers, as picturesque as the meaning of Sucyanti's name.
It was also a Western skirt, by comparison, the original May was far less oriental than the Sucyanti now.
Instead of answering Sucyanti, Leon went straight towards them.
When he came, Isak didn't elaborate, and Leon wondered what he was asking him to help.
"Leon, stay away from Sucyanti and stay on the side. Do you know calligraphy? Why are you walking around?"
Frank stood in front of Sucyanti and kept Leon away.
Leon didn't answer Frank, he knew calligraphy, so he didn't have to explain it to anyone.
At this moment, Sucyanti gently pushed Frank, aside and asked Leon, "Did my grandfather send you?"
Because in the past, there was her grandfather as a middleman on various occasions. Although she and Leon were friends, they were not very close, and most of the time they came into contact with each other because of their grandfather's relationship.
"No," Leon answered with a faint shake of his head.
"Then what are you doing here?" Sucyanti frowned and curiously asked.
"Something is going on," Leon said.
"What's the matter?" Sucyanti asked again.
"It's not convenient to say," Leon answered again.
Isak asked him for help, but it was not clear what help, Leon naturally cannot tell clearly.
Besides, he didn't have to report to Sucyanti.
Sucyanti no longer asked, but Frank flashed a trace of disdain in his eyes and sneered, "Is it really inconvenient to say, or are you just embarrassed to tell? Let me help you say that you want to climb a rich family, so you asked about Sucyanti's itinerary in private and tried to get close to her. Am I right?"
"Frank, don't talk nonsense!" Although Sucyanti thought there was some truth in it, it was too much for Frank to put it so bluntly.
"Sucyanti, I'm telling the truth. This is the professor's calligraphy studio. All of you here are elites of the calligraphy community. Today, you are here to listen to the professor's lecture. This kid's random membership interferes with the professor's lecture, and the professor said that there will be a new teacher today, and we have to behave well so as not to leave a bad impression on the new teacher."
The other day, Frank was slapped in the face by Leon at the gate of the airport. There was no place for revenge. Now he was so mad that he wanted to kill Leon.
When the other students heard this, they nodded and agreed.
Sucyanti was also persuaded.
She had a good relationship with the professor, and she was also the president of the calligraphy club of the school. She remembered very clearly just like it was yesterday the professor specifically told her that today a new teacher would come to exchange calligraphy experience.
"Leon, as you have heard, the students have a lot of opinions about you. It's not that we specifically aim at you, but because today is very important. The new school club has a series of recruiting activities to plan. We not only have to attend lectures but also have meetings, so we can't spare our energy."
"Don't mind me, you're busy with yours, and I'll walk around by myself," Leon responded.
"All right, let's continue to post. Don't make too much noise, or we will be affected." Sucyanti nodded.
However, Frank was not happy, and he won't stop until he kicks Leon out of the studio.
"What do you have to do? The studio is full of calligraphy works. Can a vulgar inferior person like you understand it?"
Listening to Frank's sharp words, Leon resented, "It's not your studio. The owner here didn't kick me out. What's your hurry? I really know something about calligraphy. "
"What? Do you know calligraphy? A predecessor was a delivery man who knew elegant calligraphy? Besides, how can your Fairmont University have access to calligraphy masters like Isak?"
When Frank said this, others sighed with disdain.
At this moment, Leon frowned and wondered.
He thought that when he was in Fairmont City, he did deliver takeout, but Sucyanti didn't know about it, so who told Frank behind his back?
No matter what the other party's purpose was, it was certain that the other party was not well-intentioned and played dirty tricks behind his back, which was too evil.
"If I couldn't get in touch with it, I wouldn't be here today."
In the eyes of Leon, Isak was not a master of calligraphy, and today Leon was officially invited by Isak, not by himself.
"Just you? Can you also get in touch with someone like a professor? You said you knew calligraphy, right? Do you know what kind of sticker we are copying now?"
Frank pointed to the post on the table and questioned Leon.
Leon has not yet had time to read the book sticker, but seeing the smug expression of Frank, he felt that the book post may be the solitary copy of a famous calligrapher.
He glanced down and frowned in surprise.
Not alone but surprised him.
"What do you say? You're confused! Didn't you boast that you know calligraphy? Come on, what kind of post is this?" Frank is arrogant and smug.
It was true that Leon's mood has become surprised, but for another reason.
Because of this book post, he was so familiar with it!
"This walking book post had a lot of flaws, and it's not the peak work. I really didn't expect it to be copied." Leon, just say it.
As soon as the words fell, the students of the calligraphy society of Saint John University immediately blew up the pot.
Everyone very much disagreed with Leon's words and began to criticize them one after another.
In particular, Frank immediately pointed to Leon and reprimanded, "This is out of line! Guben! It is the pinnacle of this calligrapher! Don't be disrespectful, you rude man! "
"The book post does have flaws, you see, the third word in the second column was not elegant and flexible, it was slightly rigid, and the first word in the third column also had the same problem. In fact, there was a better version than this one." Leon pointed out the problems with the script.
"You don't know anything! This is a solitary copy, okay? There is no out-of-print version of the second edition!" Frank yelled loudly, full of disdain for Leon.
"At your level, it's normal not to see flaws, but there's no denying that there's another optimized version," Leon said.
At this time, Tabitha finally could not help it and solemnly told Leon, "Please respect the calligrapher, Frank is right, this is an isolated book, there is no improved version, and it is not too much to call it the pinnacle of this calligrapher!"
Leon was speechless.
He thought that he was not dead yet, when he was in a good time of youth, how did the book post become an isolated book and out of print?
Moreover, no one knew whether his writing was the pinnacle of his writing.