Urban Entertainment System: Starting from the Siheyuan

Kyoto Beihai Park.

After Ye Chen stopped the bicycle, Ran Qiuye let go of the arms that were holding him tightly.

He was riding too fast just now, Ran Qiuye unconsciously hid her body behind Ye Chen, almost laying on top of him, the wind was too strong.

"You're so fast, if I figured it would take me a while to get there!" Ran Qiuye sighed looking at the park in front of him.

"I told you I'm an old driver, believe me now!" Ye Chen replied with a smile.

Just then, a man's voice came.

"Sister Qiuba!"

When Ran Qiuye heard the voice and looked back, his face darkened immediately.

"I said I'm going to pick you up in a car! Who is this?" The man walked up to the two and asked.

"He was invited by my grandfather to participate in the calligraphy exhibition, and Mr. Qin, I told you that you should call me by my name, don't miss Qiuye, you will be misunderstood if you call me indiscriminately!"

The man looked worried, just now he saw that it was the kid in front of him who brought Ran Qiuye over on a bicycle.

It doesn't matter if you lead someone by bike, the key is that Ran Qiuye's hug is too tight.

But as a 'cultural person', how can he be insulting to gentlemen?

He smiled and stretched out his hand, "Hello, I'm Qin Minggeng, I'm from the same school as Teacher Qiu Ran, and I'm also here to participate in the calligraphy exhibition."

Ye Chen looked at Qin Minggeng, who was big and thick, with a strong figure, and did not expect that he and Qin Huairu were still in the same family.

He stretched out his hand and shook the man, "Ye Chen, he's a doctor."

"It turned out to be Doctor Ye. Is the threshold of the calligraphy world so casual now? Doctors can come to participate." Qin Ming even heard Ye Chen's introduction and sneered.

He didn't let go, but pressed his palm hard, wanting to see Ye Chen's jokes.

But no matter how hard he tried, he felt like he was holding a rock.

Ye Chen chuckled and started to fight back.

"Hiss~~~me." Qin Minggeng blushed, feeling as if his palm was about to be crushed.

"Does it take so long for the two of you to hold hands?"

Ran Qiuye was a little anxious when he saw that the two hadn't let go for a long time.

"Mr. Qin, aren't you also a physical education teacher? I've never heard that you can write! Besides, are you questioning my grandfather's vision?"

"Don't dare, dare not! How dare I question Ran Lao's eyes!" Qin Ming hurriedly apologized in a low voice, and looked at Ye Chen with a pleading look.

"Small sample! I can't cure you yet!" Ye Chen smiled secretly, and let go of his hand.

"It's getting late, let's go! Ye Chen, let's go in, ignore him!" Ran Qiuye pulled Ye Chen and walked towards the venue, leaving Qin Minggen grinning and jumping on the spot alone.

"Yes, Ye Chen! You are quite strong. No one has won the arm-wrestling of Mr. Qin in our school just now. I'm afraid you will suffer a disadvantage." Ran Qiuye said with a smile.

"It's okay, I didn't suffer anyway!"

The two walked while talking, and soon arrived at the exhibition site.

There are already many people in the park, in groups of three or four, admiring calligraphy works.

Ran Guoliang was chatting with a group of people, and when he saw the two arrived, he quickly beckoned.

"Autumn leaves, here!"

"Grandpa is calling us!" Ran Qiuye pulled Ye Chen and walked over.

"Old Ran!" Ye Chen greeted.

"Brother Chen, you are finally here! Come, come, let me introduce you. This is President Chen of the Calligraphy Club, and these three are Vice President Zhang." Ran Guoliang introduced the members of the Calligraphy Club to Ye Chen one by one.

"Old Ran, is this the Ye Chen you always talk about?" Everyone looked at the young man in front of them and asked.

"Yeah, his words are hanging over there, you can see that they are all around to visit!"

Ye Chen looked in the direction Ran Guoliang pointed, and the handwritten [Hou De Zai Wu] was also exhibited.
"Old Ran, you're flattering me too much. Doesn't my participation in the exhibition lower your level?"

"This little brother is wrong. We have seen your calligraphy. It is calm and agile. It can already be called everyone's standard. Lao Ran is right. You are indeed qualified to enter our calligraphy club!" It was Chen Yungao, the president of the Calligraphy Club.

"I don't think so!"

A voice sounded beside them, with an indescribably strange tone.

Ye Chen looked towards the owner of the voice.

"I'll go! Why is there a little sun cough cough here, Japanese!"

The man who spoke understood Ye Chen's words, and his face darkened.

"Mr. Nakajima, how do you say that!" President Chen asked a little unhappy.

Ran Guoliang introduced to Ye Chen in a low voice.

"This is Masaaki Nakajima, a calligrapher from Japan, and 13 of their works will be exhibited together this time. He was sent to exchange calligraphy!"

Ye Chen understood, it was because he was too young, and he wanted to take this opportunity to gain his prestige!
Masaaki Nakajima smiled.

"Of course I admire Ran Lao's calligraphy skills, but he said that the calligraphy was written by this Mr. Ye, so I have some doubts.

I just read that pair of words, and the writing skills are sophisticated, obviously it is the work of everyone who has practiced all the year round.

How could he write such calligraphy at such a young age. "

When Ran Guoliang heard Nakajima Masaaki's words, his face changed, and he was about to step forward to argue.

Ye Chen quickly reached out to stop him, and looked at the little Japanese in front of him with a smile.

"Mr. Nakajima, right! How can you admit that I wrote it?"

"Unless you write a line on the spot, if I am convinced, I would like to apologize on the spot!" Masaaki Nakajima said.

"Well, I just learned a pair of couplets, and I can give it to Mr. Nakajima!" Ye Chen said with a smile.

Soon, the news that a little Japanese came to find fault spread throughout the calligraphy exhibition.

All the people gathered here, and not long after, the hatred in everyone's hearts is still firmly in their hearts!

"Damn little Japanese, you dare to provoke me!"

"Exactly! A place the size of a palm, inviting them over to exchange calligraphy is already giving them face!"

"Yes! Shame on your face!"

"Little comrade, you must hold your breath and teach this Japanese a lesson!"

Nakajima Masaaki looked at the gathered crowd, feeling a little flustered, fearing that he would be beaten.

He hurried to President Chen's side and looked at everyone nervously.

"Mr. Nakajima, don't be afraid, our masses generally don't beat people!" Chairman Chen said with a smile.

Cold sweat broke out on Nakajima Masaaki's head, and he was afraid that this was not an ordinary situation.

"Okay, everyone, be quiet, and let our Comrade Ye Chen have a quiet writing environment!" President Chen said to the surrounding crowd with a smile.

The originally chaotic venue immediately became silent.

Ye Chen walked to the prepared desk, and Ran Qiuye had already prepared the ink for him.

A four-foot piece of rice paper was spread out on the table.

Ye Chen picked up the brush and let out a breath.