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I have worked so hard to practice calligraphy for most of my life, but in the end, I can't compare with a kid who hasn't finished college yet. Isn't this just a joke, is it too ridiculous?

"You don't believe it now, I can understand." Liu Anfeng said, "But after you have seen Ye Fan's strength, you will know that there are really geniuses in this world, and they are really different from the whole era. genius."

The calligraphy competition has officially started.

Calligraphy is no more than boxing skills, it's more about one by one, one by one.

Calligraphy is not used, all of them are directly listed, all compared, and all tested.

However, the Calligraphy Association occupies a relatively large area and has many rooms. It has no pressure to bear the contestants from the entire magic city.

Moreover, the time of the game is relatively fast compared to other games.

Even if someone worked hard to write several pages but failed to complete them, continuing to write did not waste the already sufficient time.

And some, fast ones, such as Ye Fan, pick up the pen, and the pen goes away, the first one is ready, there is no need to waste paper.

After the competition, Ye Fan directly raised his hand as a signal, and then went out the door and walked outside.

And within a few seconds after Ye Fan walked out, an invigilator saw Ye Fan's writing when he was patrolling.

With just one glance, a very ordinary one, I couldn't move my eyes.

It's well written too!

Zhong Lingminxiu, with his own character, is not enough to express his praise for this word.

This level, to be honest, is better than his supervisor.

This, this, this is absolutely impossible.

I'm afraid it's not cheating. I deliberately transferred the handwriting of a famous master to this kid, right?

Thinking of this, he quickly shuddered, took out his mobile phone and called the monitoring room.

But what surprised the supervisor again was that after some investigation in the monitoring room, it was found that the young man who handed in the paper had not cheated.

So, is it really that well written?

time flies.

After receiving all the entries to the office, Wang Dalong, a famous calligrapher, couldn't help asking

"Field No. 22, the calligraphy of the kid at table [-], please find it quickly, I need it urgently."

Since Ye Fan was the fastest to walk out of the classroom, his entries were easy to find as they were pressed at the bottom of the copybooks.

After receiving it, Wang Dalong was dumbfounded.

His grandma is a cactus, the strength, the sharpness of the word, the charm, it is simply amazing!

Isn't this familiar handwriting the same as the masterpieces of calligraphy that he saw at Ye Jinghong's home that day!

Chapter 181 The Age of Young People

"Old Wang, what good words did you see, with such a surprised expression?"

"As a normal you, don't you always talk about it. Practicing calligraphy is like training your heart. Why can't your heart be steady today? Hehehe."

A person walked in from the door, and that person was also one of the judges this time, the vice president of the Modu Calligraphy Association, Wu Kaishan.

Wu Kaishan and Wang Dalong are friends, the meaning of saying this is not ridicule, but a joke!

Wang Dalong raised his head and glared at Wu Kaishan angrily:

"Old Wu, come and have a look, if you don't look surprised when you see the words on the rice paper, I, Wang Dalong, will give you a good compliment, "Hanshan Layman with a heart as hard as a stone"."

Wu Kaishan's hometown is in a place called Hanshan, and with the addition of a mountain in his name, and a good reputation for calligraphy, he also has an elegant name called Hanshan Layman.

It's just that this elegant name was also a joking name at the very beginning.

Mutual teasing among friends.

"Heart of stone?"

"I said, old Wang, you are trying to harm me by changing the way!"

"Okay then, let me take a look at this calligraphy handwriting that shocked even you, Wang Dalong."

Wu Kaishan's voice is quite magnetic, coupled with his burly and straight figure, and his demeanor of walking slowly, he does have the appearance of a layman.

"Fuck you Wu Kaishan, although you are over 50 years old, but in terms of age, you are much younger than me, so you can't walk faster, don't pretend to be so aggressive?"

"My 60-year-old body can walk faster than you!"

Facing Wang Dalong's complaints, Wu Kaishan gave a wry smile: "I didn't pretend to be aggressive this time. I have a bad leg. When I walk, it not only hurts, but also feels a little soft. How can I walk so fast!"

Wang Dalong also knew that Wu Kaishan had the problem of old cold legs, seeing that he seemed to be having an old problem, so he didn't continue to complain.Instead, he said with a little concern:

"How about I turn up the temperature of the air conditioner in this office?"

"Forget it." Wu Kaishan waved his hand, "The current temperature of the air conditioner is not too low, which is relatively normal. If it is turned up, other people in the office will be hot. I will finish reading these copies later. Just go out and bask in the sun."

Wang Dalong knew about Lao Wu's temper, and seeing that he really had no intention of adjusting the temperature of the air conditioner, he didn't mention it.

The current air-conditioning temperature is just right for ordinary people.

There are not only a few people in the office, but more than a dozen people, and the emission of carbon dioxide is also high. If you turn up the temperature of the air conditioner, it will heat up, and it will have no effect.

Wu Kaishan walked to Wang Dalong's side, looked at the rice paper placed on the table, and his eyes became extremely surprised from the initial casualness.

"This, this is"

"Wang Dalong, this character was really written by a contestant who meets the entry requirements, not a master of calligraphy?"

Hearing this, Wang Dalong was immediately unhappy.

"I said Old Wu, why do you have to say such idiotic words, there are only more than 100 people in the whole magic city, and our supervisors can't tell who is a master?"

"Besides, we also need to check the ID card, not to mention that you don't know that there are surveillance cameras in every competition venue. Do you think it is possible?"

"Yes, yes, I said the wrong thing, and I talked nonsense without thinking about it."

Wu Kaishan patted Wang Dalong's back with a smirk, then looked at the handwriting on the rice paper with a complicated face, continued with a wry smile:

"However, it is unbelievable that this level of handwriting appears in this kind of competition for young players. From ancient times to the present, only those great calligraphers with a long history can write such strength before the age of 35." Calligraphy!"

"Even if it is the first letter recognized by the Chinese calligraphy circle, it does not have such writing power before the age of 35."