System: Master Your Life

Chapter 1020 - 271: Journey to the Capital City, Investing in VR (Career)

Xu Lin’s calligraphy mastery seems almost supernatural.

But later, his mindset changed, allowing him to observe the world from on high, through this transformation, his calligraphy changed as well.

Like now, it is grand and full of power.

In the fields of human artistic creation, such as literature, painting, and calligraphy, one’s creations will continually evolve with one’s experiences.

Xu Lin’s calligraphy is precisely like this.

The elderly were also astonished, admitting that his lifelong study of calligraphy cannot compare with the work of a twenty-year-old, Xu Lin, even reaching a level of divine craftsmanship.

It’s important to understand that writing well and pioneering a unique style are entirely different concepts.

Throughout history, many have written well, but few have formed their own styles.

The former indicates that one’s writing is good or very good.

Yet the latter is different; it signifies founding a whole new school.

Xu Lin is the latter; if placed in an era of vibrant calligraphy, his work would surely be immortalized in history.

But it’s modern times now, so it holds little significance.

Besides, Xu Lin isn’t particularly interested in calligraphy; he writes occasionally.

In the afternoon, Xu Lin spent over two hours at the pavilion, both writing calligraphy and discussing poetry, as well as sharing grand ideals.

These ideals might be realized by Xu Lin in the future, perhaps large enough to influence global development paths.

In the evening, Xu Lin checked into a hotel.

Pei Danqing had already returned to the Capital City, so Xu Lin did not stay over.

Spending too much time with a woman can be tiring, and Xu Lin wanted to think alone.

Also during the evening, Xu Lin’s afternoon work on the cursive script "Yiqin’e•Lou Mountain Pass" was published and simultaneously released by several major official media outlets.

The write-ups were similar.

For example, Xinhua News Agency: The long and winding pass truly feels like iron! So grand and magnificent!

"So grand indeed, every time I read this poem, I can feel the immense energy within it, it’s hard to imagine the mindset of great figures!"

"How strong and optimistic the heart of the great figure must be! Every time I can derive strength from their poetry!"

"Young Master Xu’s calligraphy also possesses great power, befitting the great figure’s poem! It’s hard to imagine he’s just twenty, yet his calligraphy has reached a transcendent level!"

"Young Master Xu’s cursive script is so good, I thought he only wrote in wild cursive style."

"Of course, in order to write excellent wild cursive, one must have a solid foundation, the framework of writing must be present to achieve myriad variations."

This is the second time Xu Lin’s writing was published above, the last time being "Nian Nu Jiao•Kunlun."

These two pieces, either one, could fetch auction prices of no less than fifty million, the fame effect stands tall.

Xu Lin is currently the world’s most famous individual.

However, these are not Xu Lin’s focus points.

Moreover, not to mention calligraphy, he can also paint, it’s just that Xu Lin doesn’t have the time for such endeavors.

The next morning, after breakfast, Xu Lin left the hotel, with someone specifically sent to escort him to the research institute.

Arriving at the institute, the director personally led a group to receive him.

Such treatment is expected.

Guests from afar offer joy.

Especially since Xu Lin is no ordinary person.

After some ceremonial gestures, Xu Lin allowed the director to lead the way, the director gestured, "Young Master Xu, this way please!"

"Alright."

Xu Lin walked together with the other.

The old director showed no air, deliberately walking ten centimeters behind Xu Lin, treating him as a guest of honor.

Xu Lin was indifferent to these customs, thinking to himself, let them be.

Xu Lin arrived at the grand hall, which by now had gathered thousands of people.

This crowd, many outside are top university professors, directors, and even chancellors among them.

At this moment, they all sat there obediently.

Seeing Xu Lin enter, everyone focused on him attentively.

The noble man among the clouds, charming and elegant as autumn.

Many present were middle-aged and elderly, considering they were seated here, signifying their long academic journeys, all among PhDs and postdocs, many people swiftly completed studies, all starting at age thirty.

Therefore, witnessing Xu Lin at that moment, though many had seen him countless times online, seeing him in reality for the first time couldn’t help but be striking.

History has seen figures extraordinarily talented and acclaimed at a young age, achieving astounding feats in their twenties or teens, like Huo Qubing, who at early twenties, rode horses through vast deserts, awarded for defeating enemies.

However, history is just history, it’s too far off.

But Xu Lin is real.

He’s only twenty, an incredibly wonderful age!

People whispered and discussed.

Foreigners present also discussed, wearing real-time translation devices to prevent misunderstandings of Xu Lin’s Chinese, also equipped with advanced AI glasses, capable of real-time text translation to avoid future confusion.

Simultaneously, on the podium, Xu Lin glanced at the people below.

Since they weren’t peers, Xu Lin felt a substantial generation gap.

These people, many were his parents’ or grandparents’ age, there’s no surprise about the gap.

Thus, Xu Lin skipped irrelevant chatter or jokes.

And directly opened the occasion.

He snapped his fingers, and the Moon God appeared on screen.

Everyone was amazed.

Someone promptly asked a question, but unlike previous students, they didn’t ask, "Young Master Xu, is this the Moon God?"