Qin Zhiwen carried himself gracefully, spoke elegantly, neither arrogant nor servile, and conversed freely with these masters.
"The male god is indeed the male god."
"He's second on the school's male god list, after all."
"True to the name."
A few charming female college students murmured with admiration.
"Qin Zhiwen, take a look at this piece of calligraphy, what do you think?"
Suddenly, Zhang Renping pointed at a piece of calligraphy on the exhibition stand and smiled faintly.
Qin Zhiwen glanced at it and said, "The characters are slanted and intertwined, varying in size, opening and closing, the variation in line thickness is distinct, creating an intriguing rhythm. The last line is written askew, nearly toppling over, but the inclination is not stiff, rather it shows freedom, embodying a side of passionate expressiveness, forming its own style."
"Hmm, not bad at all." Zhang Renping's eyes lit up, praising.