Soon someone brought up all the four treasures of the study, and on the high platform, a table was set up in front of the guest seats.
Lin Xi looked at the girl, displeased: "Since you said so, I will give you a chance to come up and write."
Xiu Yu immediately became angry.
"It's okay." Ying Zijin put his hand on her shoulder, motioning her not to move.
He himself got up and walked up.
Seeing this scene, the students in the audience became restless.
Standing up one by one, I can't wait to go on stage to watch, I am quite excited, and the three words "do something" are written on my forehead.
Jiang Ran calmed down the violent internal energy in his body, suppressing his dryness: "Her hand hurts so much, what words can she write?"
Don't you have to protect your writing hands?
"I haven't seen it either, but Father Ying must know everything."
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Jiang Ran felt that he could not refute this.
Because he has been in autism for a while.
He had no choice but to be patient and looked up the stage.
On the other side, Zhong Zhiwan frowned, confused.
She couldn't understand at all that Ying Zijin dared to go up after admitting to cheating.
She is from the same school as Lin Xi, so she naturally knows Lin Xi's temper.
Lin Xi is usually gentle with others, but when it comes to academic matters, she is very strict. Even she has been scolded several times.
Ying Zijin directly ran into Lin Xi this time, and he will never even think about stepping into the art world in the future.
The wealthy families are all in touch with the art world. If this happened, would Mr. Zhong still spoil an adopted daughter who offended the art world?
Ying Zijin took a look at the inkstone and found that the ink had been sharpened by her, which saved trouble.
She raised her jaw and pointed to the scroll: "How much is this word worth?"
Lin Xi restrained her anger: "At least five million, write your own words."
Ying Zijin nodded: "Well, you remember it."
She lowered her head and picked out a Langhao pen from the pen holder.
The audience before the live broadcast was very puzzled.
¡¾What does she mean? Let Lin Xi remember what? ¡¿
¡¾I don't understand, but she is really brave. This courage deserves applause. ¡¿
¡¾What courage? Let¡¯s break the jar, if you can¡¯t write big characters in a while, it¡¯s really shameful. ¡¿
Lin Xi watched coldly.
Behind him, the principal looked at the leader of the art group: "When was the punishment of expulsion discussed? How come I, the principal, don't know?"
"How can such a trivial matter bother you, the principal?" The art team leader smiled, "Cheating, and it even happened to Master Wei Hou, how could he not be expelled?"
The principal frowned: "There must be something hidden about this matter."
"Isn't she writing?" The head of the art group didn't care, "Principal, you will find out after a while, she is originally from the county, what else"
The sound stopped abruptly.
The barrage of the live broadcast also stopped suddenly.
Because at this time, everyone who was paying attention to the table saw the girl raised her left hand again, holding another Langhao pen.
She pressed the rice paper with a paperweight, took a step back, as if observing something, and then bent down.
In the next second, the two pens moved at the same time.
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[Holy shit, splitting your bow left and right? Is she crazy? What Lin Xi can't even do, how old is she this year? ¡¿
[Sensationalists!] Art is insulted by this kind of person! ¡¿
[Photographer brother, don¡¯t take pictures of her, take pictures of her words, hurry up, let¡¯s see how non-trash what she writes is. ¡¿
[Everyone, don't worry, wait for her to finish writing in a while, and you'll know what it looks like. ¡¿
Zhong Zhiwan shook his head again, even more disappointed.
The left hand is connected to the right brain, and the right hand is connected to the left brain.
It is even more difficult to write with two hands at the same time, and to write well.
After all, the nerves of the brain are limited, and it is impossible to do it without training.
The masters of the art world at the guest table were also shocked, but they were far away and could not see what the girl wrote.
In about fifty or sixty seconds, Ying Zijin put down his pen.
"Finished?" Lin Xi didn't know what to say, and his anger was mixed with sarcasm, "Writing is the worst way to be impatient. You write so fast, what can you write?"
Having said that, he stepped forward and picked up theInstead of apologizing, he said: "But this word is indeed Master Wei Hou's."
Even if Ying Zijin writes well, it does not prove that she did not steal.
Before the principal could speak again, the president of the Shanghai Art Association stood up suddenly, surprised: "Chairman Sheng?"
Ying Zijin turned his head sideways.
Just a few meters away, Sheng Qingtang was wearing a straw hat and slippers walking towards the guest seats.
The president of the Shanghai Art Association rushed forward to greet him: "President Sheng, why are you here?"
In terms of status in the art world, Sheng Qingtang is definitely one of the best.
Although he has retired from the Huaguo Calligraphy Art Association, other people will still respectfully call him the grand president.
"Let's take a look." Sheng Qingtang waved his hand, "I just feel like I'm busy today."
He wouldn't say that he wanted to use his old face to bring back Miracle Doctor Ying's words.
Such a good word, what art festival to participate in?
Just let him frame it and hang it on the wall to watch every day.
Do these people understand the essence of that word?
He pooh.
But what did he hear just now?
Mr. Sheng was angry.
Lin Xi was also taken aback: "Senior Sheng."
Sheng Qingtang ignored him, but pointed to the scroll, and said word by word: "You said this word was written by Wei Hou?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com