Chapter 14: You Pretended, Now Want to Run? Apologize!

Jiang Cheng stepped forward and extended his hand.

"Bring the brush."

Everyone looked toward Jiang Cheng.

They wondered what this handsome young man intended to do.

Could he be trying to show off? The literature club actually contains many activities, but the most popular are music, chess, calligraphy, and painting—these are even hotter than their independent little clubs.

Yet no one in the literature club, nor in those independent little clubs, had ever heard of or seen the handsome guy standing before them now.

Su Peng was the first to react.

He reached over, picked up the brush on the table, and shoved it into Jiang Cheng's hand, saying, "All right, bro!"

Jiang Cheng cleared his throat.

"Give me a ballpoint pen."

Those around who had just had their hearts fluttered by the call for a brush were now silenced by Jiang Cheng's "change the pen."

No, I thought you were amazing! Just this? In the literature club there's an unwritten rule for writing poetry and lyrics.

Namely, everyone uses a brush!

If you can't even write brush characters, claiming you can write poetry will just be seen as spouting nonsense to amuse kids.

Liang Chuqin said, "You think being handsome lets you show off here? Watch out for getting slapped in the face, little bro."

Li Siyu crossed her arms and smirked, "Are you really trying to make me die laughing?

If you can't, just leave—don't make a fool of yourself!"

Wang Qi followed suit, stirring the pot, "How about each of you pays a thousand bucks, so everyone can see you've got money—it's money that bought your way in."

While saying that, she glanced at the man sitting on the sofa; seeing this, Jiang Cheng felt he was still too inexperienced.

But her words were really cutting.

However, compared to the current embarrassing situation, it's not worth mentioning.

Su Peng also rubbed his nose, looking at Jiang Cheng.

"Bro, I trusted you so much, and you pull this stunt..."

"Or I'll do it." Li Qian, eyes red and on the verge of tears, stepped forward and said.

Today we can't back down from this step.

Although she lacked confidence, the situation now demands we give it our all.

Liang Chuqin, however, extended a hand, his fair palm making a stop gesture toward Li Qian.

"Wait a moment."

She turned, grabbed a ballpoint pen from the nearby side table, and tossed it onto the desk.

"Here's the ballpoint pen you wanted."

Jiang Cheng nonchalantly picked up the pen.

He isn't unable to write brush characters; he just hasn't spent much time practicing.

He has a flaw: if he can't reach master level, he's ashamed to show his work.

He picked up the ballpoint pen and casually pulled out a sheet of paper from beside him.

Then he stood and began writing on the paper.

Among the literature club members present, the onlookers were somewhat speechless, yet they still curiously gathered closer.

They wanted to see what this handsome, sunny pretty boy could actually write.

Jiang Cheng didn't think much at all.

He looked at the poem Li Siyu had written earlier.

"You want something domineering, huh?"

"Then I'll give you some boundless, domineering flair..."

《Bring in the Wine》

"Heaven's waters of the Yellow River descend..."

"You don't see the bright mirror in the lofty hall mourning white hair, morning like black silk, evening like snow..."

"When life goes well, one must revel to the fullest; do not let the golden goblet face the moon empty."

"Since ancient times, sages and worthies have all been lonely; only the drinkers' names..."

"..."

Those gathered around already had someone following Jiang Cheng's brush strokes, murmuring along.

The more they looked, the more shocked they felt inside.

"This... this..."

Unadorned, they just felt their scalps go numb; the words seemed alive, that carefree vigor shaking their spirits.

Perhaps this world's cultural foundation isn't deep, but the historical development isn't that different. Thus, after reading the whole piece, they only felt this chapter shone ancient and dazzled the present! No one could believe such a work, a masterpiece worthy of being passed down, had just appeared before their eyes! Jiang Cheng finished the poem, casually tossed the pen onto the table, and clapped his hands.

His gaze swept over the stunned crowd around him.

Su Peng's aloof older sister—I can't suppress her, can I still not suppress you all, these clear‑eyed college students? Liang Chuqin stared at the poem on that k4‑sized sheet of paper, likewise speechless, lips twitching as he repeated it over and over in his mind.

Li Siyu stood opposite, originally indifferent, but seeing everyone's expressions, she felt doubtful, walked over, and snatched Jiang Cheng's written piece.

"Let me see what you wrote!"

Then her expression froze.

Although the poem she had just written was bought with money, she wasn't completely clueless; she still had basic appraisal ability.

At this moment, holding that piece, she could find nothing to criticize.

Anyone with eyes could tell the difference!

Really, if it weren't for being at odds with Chen Qian!

She would really therefore very much want to have an in-depth exchange with this young guy; not only is he handsome, but also extremely talented!

Even without money, it would still be very profitable! But now our positions differ, this makes her very embarrassed!

Those who had been standing farther away just now, who hadn't seen what Jiang Cheng wrote, all craned their necks to look.

"What's wrong? Did you write something?"

"Shh, don't speak, he seems to have written something astonishing, Li Siyu's expression changed!"

"No way, this handsome young guy also has talent?"

Li Siyu heard the whispered discussions around her.

Her mouth twitched, she tried to squeeze out a smile but ended up looking worse than crying, "Hehe, I wrote a poem, you wrote a ci, how can we compare?"

Finally she found a little breakthrough, she wanted to turn the tables.

Liang Chuqin snorted coldly, looking at her like a clown, "Big sis, are you okay?

"Do you want to hear what you're saying?"

"Could it be that I'm wrong?!" Li Siyu got excited.

She flung the ci she was holding onto the table.

That single sheet of paper fluttered down onto the table, and the people around immediately gathered around to look!

"Do you not see the Yellow River's waters descending from the heavens, rushing to the sea never to return…"

"Do you not see the bright mirror in the high hall mourning white hair. In the morning like black silk, in the evening like snow."

"Wow, I got goosebumps!"

"I didn't expect his work to be as handsome as him!"

"If we take this out, it should be able to become our Literature Club's best poem of the year, right?"

"Sis, it's more than just the best; haven't you seen a work more shocking than this?"

"..."

"No no, I can't take it, my scalp is tingling!"

"After reading it, I suddenly wanted to drink; is this ci really just written here just now?"

"Let me check, see if this ci exists online!"

…

These people's discussion has already given a perfect answer.

"Today you're lucky, we'll wait and see."

Li Shiyu knew staying longer would be disadvantageous; she turned and shouted at the man sitting on the sofa: "Honey, let's go."

That man walked over, directly put his arm around Li Siyu's slender waist, gave Jiang Chen a look of disdain, and was directly ignored by Jiang Cheng.

"Wait a moment." Jiang Cheng said expressionlessly.

Li Siyu frowned, "What else do you want?"

"You just baselessly said our purpose for coming here was to peep at girls.

This is an insult to our character; we are outstanding students of Modu Daxue, the glory of Modu Daxue; you not only insulted us, but also insulted Modu Daxue.

If you want to leave, apologize to us, apologize to Modu Daxue."

Jiang Cheng said calmly, his gaze fixed on Li Siyu.

Just a little hair grown, earning some blood-and-sweat capital, you come out showing off; not giving you a lesson wouldn't do.

Li Siyu Mr. was stunned for a moment, then laughed angrily, "I won't apologize, what can you do to me?"

Jiang Cheng's mouth curled into a smile; if the other party says I didn't insult you, then this matter won't be easy to handle.

But if the other party says I won't apologize, then this statement falls into the trap.

Then it's easy to handle! (End of chapter)