Opening confession school belle

Chapter 12 The judges' contempt【New book for collection】

Following the few greetings from the judges, the contestants on the stage also began to write.

Following the camera, the images of each of them were projected on a huge screen in split screens. There were applause and disdain from everyone present, and sporadic cheers also sounded from every corner of the venue.

But in the corner of the venue, Chen Xuan's eyes widened, and he stammered and asked Xue Yusheng: "Yuansheng, this...this is this calligraphy...competition?"

"Isn't this what you signed up for? Isn't that what calligraphy competitions are like?" Xue Yusheng was a little confused, "Are you stupid?"

Chen Xuan nodded subconsciously, he is really stupid now.

After the calligraphy contest was agreed, why did a bunch of people write cursive styles in foreign languages ​​on it?
One is more scribbled than the other. Based on his experience of watching football in his previous life, there is not only English here, but also French, German and Spanish. The most written poems are probably Shakespeare's poems.

Because they were writing with hard pens, their speed was outrageous. They finished writing a page in only about 7 or 8 minutes, and they all stopped writing.

At this point, it's time to score.

Several judges first expressed their opinions on the stage, and then with an order, everyone present took out their scoring devices and scored their favorite works.

After being lightly touched by Xue Yusheng, Chen Xuan, who recovered from his daze, closed his eyes and randomly clicked two numbers, without paying attention to this at all.

The time now is 46:[-]. Can he really delay it until [-] when he gets up?

"Eucalyptus Sheng," Inexplicably, he, who was originally confident, became a little nervous, and his heart beat faster and faster.

"Well, don't be nervous, I will cheer you up." Xue Yusheng thought that Chen Xuan was just a little nervous, so she gently patted the back of his hand to cheer him up.

"You said what would happen if I wrote calligraphy on stage?"

"You are sure you can... hmm?" Xue Yusheng opened her beautiful eyes wide, "Are you sure? I have never seen you write at home."

"When I was young, I didn't go out with Uncle Zhang from the Hopewell Orphanage. It was at that time that he taught me secretly." Chen Xuan said without changing his expression.

"Oh?" Eucalyptus nodded dubiously, "Come on, you can definitely."

Because of the intelligent scoring, the scores were quickly tallied up on the big screen while the two were talking, and the scores of the ten players also appeared on the original split-screen projection.

Players 2, 3, 6, 8, and 9 defeated their pk opponents respectively and successfully advanced to the top 100.

Chen Xuan didn't know much about some foreign squiggles. In his eyes, these English squiggles were all similar in appearance.

What he is worried about now is how to delay the time after he takes the stage.

I hope that what he bought is a low-quality product, and the time to grind the ink can be longer.

Taking a deep breath, he gently rubbed Xue Yusheng's beautiful hair, and under the call of the radio, he stepped onto the stage.

"Chen Xuan, come on!" Just as he walked not far away, a soft but firm female voice came from behind, stopping his steps.

Seeing that Xue Yusheng's face flushed unavoidably despite trying to maintain aloofness, it was the first time she felt so many eyes staring at her face around her, she could even hear the sound of her heart beating faster .

"Wait until I bring you No. 1!"

Chen Xuan also replied loudly to Xue Eucalyptus.Just cheer on his baby, he will keep his promise no matter what.

Amid the disdainful, shocked, or contemptuous gazes of the crowd, he strode up to the small high platform in front of the venue and came to his corresponding competition platform.

Immediately afterwards, he took out his backpack and took out the Four Treasures of the Study from it.

Under everyone's doubtful eyes, he poured a little water from the plastic mineral water bottle, placed the ink stick on the inkstone and began to grind it slowly.

"This contestant No. 16." A middle-aged female judge sitting in the audience couldn't help but ask curiously: "What are you doing?"

"Grinding ink," Chen Xuan took the opportunity to stop his hands, and explained carefully, "Using the ink ingot to rub repeatedly on the inkstone to make the powder on it dissolve into the water and turn into ink, I will use ancient Chinese calligraphy to participate in the competition today. "

"Ancient Chinese calligraphy?" Another judge who looked younger, probably only in his 30s, thought for a while, and then slowly said, "The kind that writes ancient Chinese characters?"

"Hmm." Chen Xuan stopped what he was doing again, "Isn't it possible?"

"Okay, but..."

Before the young judge could finish speaking, the old woman on the side interrupted impatiently, "Young man, don't blame me for saying that you are overestimated, ancient Chinese calligraphy has no future.

You are so pitiful, we can refund you the registration fee or something.Alas, it's better not to use Huaxia calligraphy to sensationalize the public. "

"Judge Li is right." Sitting next to the old woman, a middle-aged man who was obviously very close to her also nodded in agreement. From the looks of them, they seemed to be a couple, "How can you use this garbage to compete with the brilliant ones?" What about the comparison of foreign languages ​​and patterns?”

Chen Xuan bit the tip of his tongue to suppress the anger rising in his heart. No matter how good-tempered he was, these people were insulting not only himself, but also the Chinese culture.

How can this be tolerated?

Taking a deep breath, Chen Xuan secretly glanced at his watch and found that it was still five minutes before six o'clock.

Be patient, it will be done soon!

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At the same time, in a luxuriously furnished corner of the venue, Boss Wang, who had previously claimed to be the organizer, was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a warm teacup in his hand, taking a sip from time to time.

There was an old man standing respectfully beside him, seeing that the tea in his hand had run out, he quickly refilled it for him.

"Don't bother Uncle Fu, I can do these small things by myself." Boss Wang patted the sofa beside him, "Come and sit together."

"No, I'm used to standing, but it's uncomfortable to sit down." The old man named Fu Bo waved his hand and said with a smile, "The young man on the stage actually wants to write ancient Chinese calligraphy. It should be to your liking. Bar."

Boss Wang shook his head and sighed: "Oh, it's hard to say, I don't know if he has real skills. These days... these incomplete things are getting rarer and rarer."

Uncle Fu nodded and didn't say any more. He just quietly stepped back and squinted at Chen Xuan on the big screen.

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It was originally a sweet text, but it was changed later. Now that I think about it, I should change it again, sweet love, go! !

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