Chapter 689 Are You Still a Human?
Andy misunderstood Elise’s stance and thought she was under pressure, so he took the initiative and said, “It’s also fine if you can write in two or three fonts.”
It was admirable enough for a calligrapher to be able to reach the pinnacle of the font they mastered in their life.
To Andy, being able to write in two or three calligraphic fonts was like being able to decipher astronomical numbers in the eyes of others.
“If that’s the case, can I have a change of rice paper three times longer than this one?” Elise requested.
“T-Three times?!” Andy swallowed his saliva nervously, and he widened his eyes in disbelief.
If she writes two characters for one font, how many calligraphic fonts does she have to write in a paper that’s three times as long?!
“Mr. Nixon, what are you doing? Hurry up and have someone prepare the rice paper!” one of the heads of the association urged eagerly.
“Huh? Oh yes, yes! Hurry up! Go to the warehouse and fetch her the rice paper!”
After a while, the staff came back with a rice paper that was three times as long. Then, they dragged in two more tables and spread the rice paper on top of the tables.
Elise stepped forward and wrote the first line of words without hesitation.
The first calligraphic font she wrote was the regular script. Shortly after, the vigorous strokes in calligraphy could be seen on the paper.
Next, she started writing the official script. Her handwriting was lively and firm as she wrote with well-defined and fascinating strokes.
Lastly, she wrote the cursive script. Her cursive strokes were elegant and grandiose.
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The mouths of everyone present went from tightly closed to showing jaw-dropping expressions on their faces, and saying that they were all dumbfounded would be an understatement of the century.
Until Elise placed her calligraphy pen down and returned to her spot, the entire room was still immersed in her writing momentum. Even the examiners present weren’t able to regain their senses after a long time.Meanwhile, she had filled the rice paper on the table with various calligraphic fonts. As a result, there was no extra space on the paper, and not a single word written was superfluous. In fact, it could be regarded as perfect.
Up to this moment, she has vividly displayed the fonts of all the great calligraphers on the rice paper.
The rice paper that was three times as long could not even carry Elise’s rich artistry background!
In the meantime, Andy was so thrilled that his eyes welled up in tears. How many years has it been? I thought I would never be able to witness such talent until the day I died!
Even Sheldon and Elliot, who was utterly clueless, were completely filled with admiration for her yet again.
“Boss, are you still human?”
How can anyone be so good at everything?
Elise clapped her hands, stood aside a little, and left her spot. “I’m done writing. Please evaluate me.”
Andy, as well as the other heads of association of the Calligraphy Association, all went speechless.
Evaluate? Which one of us here is qualified enough to evaluate you?
“Are you guys not going to evaluate?” Elise urged.
“Uh…” For a moment, Andy was at a loss for words.
He urged Elise to show up for this evaluation session before because he simply felt that it might already have been her extraordinary performance when she wrote the word ‘forbearance’. Even if she wrote it slightly less perfect, I can give her either a B-Class or A-Class rating. At least I can still have my pride and accept her as my own student. But now, her calligraphy level is far beyond S-Class Rating. None of us can surpass this, so how can we evaluate it?
“I think it’s better to let Lorenzo evaluate you on the day of the Calligraphy Contest. What do you say, Miss Sinclair?” he respectfully asked Elise’s opinion.
“It’s fine with me.” After all, she simply came over as a mere formality. As soon as her evaluation was over, she walked out.
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