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Chapter 64: Don’t Love Him, It’s Futile
Chapter 64: Don’t Love Him, It’s Futile
Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Don’t Love Him, It’s Futile
In the office of the head of the Calligraphy Department at Imperial Capital University, an elderly man with graying hair suddenly stood up from his chair, a twinkle in his eyes, and urgently shouted to the teaching assistant in the room, “Quick, quick, quick, get down that ‘History of Calligraphy’ book from the shelf! Hurry!”
The teaching assistant was momentarily stunned; he had never seen Professor Zhao this excited before. He quickly took down the ‘History of Calligraphy’.
Professor Zhao Guangming flipped through the book while repeatedly looking up to compare it with the photo on the computer, trembling with excitement as he said, “It is, it is Spiritual White Script!”
The so-called Spiritual White Script might be unknown to most people today, but anyone who studied calligraphy knew of it. It was popular in the royal family of Hanyua Country five hundred years ago. It was said to be a writing style exclusive to the royal family and was lost with the downfall of Hanyua Country.
Legend has it that the original manuscript of China’s first classic novel, “Records of the Mountain Moon,” was written in Spiritual White Script!
If the inheritor of the Spiritual White Script were found, it would, without exaggeration, shock the entire calligraphy world!
Professor Zhao Guangming fumbled to put on his reading glasses, his eyes glued to the Weibo comment section on the computer screen.
The onlookers in the crowd were not averse to stoking the flames, continuously liking the post.
[Damn—An Imperial Capital University professor stepping into the comments? Watching a renowned professor online!]
[Is that really Professor Zhao, the big shot who’s been on calligraphy shows? The Spiritual White Script lost for five hundred years? I’ve only heard of Song typeface; is there such a script?]
[I’m a student of the Calligraphy Department and can explain, Spiritual White Script is a writing style exclusive to the royal family of Hanyua Country, originally named simply White Script. Because its character resembled that of an Immortal, filled with Spiritual Energy, it was affectionately named Spiritual White Script by the royal family and highly revered at the time. However, just before the tyrant destroyed the country in his anger, the script was lost to history through a mass book-burning.]
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Due to the Imperial Capital professor stepping into the comments, the atmosphere in the comment section changed from “haha, ridiculous students” to discussing “Spiritual White Script.”
Su Ruan stood to the side, dumbstruck. She seemed to remember her classmate Bai Chuwei previously mentioning that she had created a font style named Spiritual White Script…
She had a bold guess!
“Why was this Weibo post deleted?” Duan Xingye asked in surprise.
Bai Chuwei refreshed the page and saw it really was deleted, and in the next moment, her phone vibrated.
[Duan Feihan: Don’t worry, I’ve already taken care of the trending Weibo issue.]
Duan Xingye, who was standing aside, blinked and hurriedly checked his own WeChat, only to find his fourth uncle hadn’t replied to him at all, yet had made it a point to reply to Bai Chuwei…
At that moment, a thought formed in Duan Xingye’s mind!
On Friday after school, everyone left the classroom together.
Bai Chuwei deliberately followed behind Duan Xingye, glancing into the car sent by the Duan Family to pick him up. Not seeing Duan Feihan inside, she looked slightly disappointed, “Your fourth uncle didn’t come to pick you up, huh?”
Upon hearing this, alarm bells went off in Duan Xingye’s mind!
Ignoring Xu Xingchen’s greeting not far away, Duan Xingye pulled Bai Chuwei into a corner.
Bai Chuwei looked at Duan Xingye with a hint of amusement, “What’s with all the secrecy?”
Duan Xingye smacked his thigh, becoming anxious, “Weiwei, you couldn’t really have fallen for my fourth uncle, could you? You mustn’t like him – don’t love him, it’s hopeless!”
Bai Chuwei found it even more amusing. She liked the constant flow of Spiritual Energy that emanated from Duan Feihan; touching her chin, she smiled with prolonged meaning, “Oh? Why is liking Duan Feihan hopeless? He isn’t into men, is he?”
Duan Xingye looked around, then whispered, “It’s more troublesome than that! He’s been fixated on a young lady from twenty years ago!”