The retired broom star cub is the mantra

"pearl?"

Wang Jingcheng was stunned.

But Xiao Lingbao has already grasped this sentence: "Okay, Wang Zhenzhu, what you said, let's compare now!"

Pearl also panicked, she subconsciously looked at Wang Jingcheng.

Wang Jingcheng was about to breathe out.

Little Lingbao: "Uncle Wujia, this is a matter between us children! Please don't interfere as an adult!"

"I am her instructor!" Wang Jingcheng was ashamed and angry.

"I'm also Ling Bao's instructor." Ling Yongshuo stepped forward, "Wang Jingcheng, do you want to have a PK with me between teachers?"

"Yes," Xiao Lingbao made a grimace at Wang Jingcheng, "Uncle Wu is capable of competing with my Uncle Fourth, don't bully me, a three-year-old kid, slightly—"

Wang Jingcheng was about to faint.

Little mud, the broom star!

How did he and Pearl fall into her trap?

Sure enough, her mouth was poisoned!
Pearl had already agreed to the competition, and Wang Jingcheng knew that if he shirked it now, even if it was justified, it would plant a seed of doubt in everyone's heart.

"It's okay to compare," he replied after a while, with a dark face, "We don't bother to separate, just compare together, the instructor brings his own children, and make sculptures together!"

"Just use the clay turntable!" Little Lingbao hurriedly gestured.

The main thing is that the baby will only use that...

Ling Yongshuo smiled, and pampered little Ling Bao's head: "Okay."

Wang Jingcheng also laughed.

sneer.

A clay turntable, that would be great...

……

The number of people in the live broadcast room hit a new high.

Those who pay attention to the competition and don't pay attention to the competition are all inexplicably sucked in.

There are controversies, excitement, suspense, and fan rivalry (one-sided)... Naturally, there will be traffic.

Wang Jingcheng's fans jumped up and down to popularize the background knowledge of the new audience, and poured tons of dirty water on Ling Yongshuo and Xiao Lingbao by the way.

First impressions are fatal.

Many passers-by thought Xiao Lingbao was cute when they first saw it, but they were led astray by Wang Jingcheng's fans the next second.

[Jingcheng, smash their faces! 】

【Is Ling Yongshuo feeling scared? 】

[Yes, I'm scared, I took a screenshot, and his hands trembled...]

【Waiting for Wang Jingcheng to kill the madman...】

[Jing Cheng hasn't broadcast the sculpture live for a long time, I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see his scene with my own eyes today, and compare my heart to heart. 】

【So I have to thank Ling Yongshuo and his family? 】

【This brat has made her uncle miserable...】

In the live broadcast room, the fans seemed to have seen the victorious scene of Wang Jingcheng killing all directions and Ling Yongshuo begging for mercy on his knees.

At the scene, after simple preparations, came the part where the two children chose clay.

It was Wang Jingcheng's request to let the children get the clay.

"Since it's a competition between children, let the children decide. We adults will inevitably have our own preferences and experiences in choosing..."

The clay used for different sculptures is different.

Even if it is clay, there are many grades.

Wang Jingcheng's words immediately won praise from fans:

[Jing Cheng is everyone's demeanor! 】

【That is, stop Ling Yongshuo from cheating...】

[Pearl is a real teacher who learned from masters, and the ability to screen raw materials must be excellent...]

……

Every move of little Lingbao and Pearl is under the live camera.

The staff led the two babies to the compartment, where there were two large bags of clay that were transferred temporarily.

"I want this bag!" Pearl pointed at one of the bags before Xiao Lingbao.

"Okay." The staff gave the bag to Pearl.

[Pearl is so decisive! 】

[Well done, you should be the first to act. 】

[There must be a difference between the two bags, otherwise she wouldn't be in such a hurry, it's over, why do I think Ling Yongshuo has done something wrong? 】

Excessive brain supplementation has also attracted the disgust of some passers-by:

[The two bags are clearly the same, right?In order to show fairness in this kind of competition, shouldn't the same raw materials be used? 】

[You know what a fart! 】Some people have dirty mouths.

Some people are more tactful: [It's normal for passers-by not to know...]

By the way, I will give "science popularization" again Wang Jingcheng's bloody and tearful history of beauty and strength.

Two babies came out holding clay.

Pearl was chosen first, and Xiao Lingbao naturally took what was left of her.

She handed the clay to Ling Yongshuo: "Uncle, let's start!"

"Okay." Ling Yongshuo began to unpack, "Do you want uncle to help, or Ling Bao himself?"

Not far away, Wang Jingcheng also unpacked the clay and began to put the clay on the plate.

But his attention was all on Ling Yongshuo.

After putting on the little apron, little Lingbao waved his arms grandly: "Go aside, uncle, and let Lingbao come by himself!"

do it yourself?
Wang Jingcheng was shocked.

Although he knew that little Lingbao was very talented, he subconsciously believed that without Ling Yongshuo's help, she would not be able to complete such a complicated antler.

Because technically speaking, antlers are more difficult than Tianjuan.

There are still many traces of innocence on Little Lingbao's sky scroll, but it is also the ceiling that a little baby can reach.

The smooth lines and exquisite structure of the antlers are to the extent that even an adult can barely achieve.

How could it be that Xiao Lingbao did it by himself?
Tianjuan can surpass antlers because of its value to archaeological history...

"Fifth uncle, what are we doing?" Pearl asked Wang Jingcheng.

Her level of pottery clay...Wang Jingcheng had undergone assault training during this time, and she was barely able to pinch a pot belly bottle.

"Well, let's think about it." Wang Jingcheng put on a show.

【Pearl is very sensible and polite, and knows how to ask her uncle for advice. 】

[Unlike the one next door, he's not very old, and his tone is not small. 】

【Yes, listen to her tone towards Ling Yongshuo... Hehe, just don't slap her in the face. 】

But, soon, the barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly... was empty.

Because, the little Lingbao under the camera has already started to create.

I saw her little hand firmly holding the clay, as if in a still picture, but the clay in her hand bloomed as if it had life...

The clay is like a seed, slowly growing out of her palm, a tree trunk, paper strips, luxuriant branches, spring, summer, autumn and winter...

The scene was fixed.

I don't know how long it has passed, it seems to be as long as a century, but it seems to be only a short moment.

The first person finally began to breathe, and then made a surprised inhalation sound...

Like the ebb tide before the tsunami comes, and like the impact of overwhelming mountains and seas.

The live broadcast room also exploded.

It was not Wang Jingcheng's fans, but pure road people, who uttered aphasia-like repeated words——

【Let's rely on...】

【Mom, come quickly, I see magic! 】

[Did she move?She moved.Did she not move?She didn't move! 】

【Is she moving? 】

[Friendly reminder, everyone can breathe...]

[What did I see, Nuwa Benwa? 】

Wang Jingcheng's fans even forgot to make love to him for a while.

[This... small trick...] The mouth is the hardest in the whole body.

[Jingcheng is definitely better than her...] He has unconsciously used Wang Jingcheng, an adult, as Xiao Lingbao's opponent.

But these impotent quibbles were quickly drowned out by a torrent of wonder.

In the face of absolute strength, any rhetoric is a pale paper tiger.

"Fifth uncle, fifth uncle..." Pearl also panicked.

She actually knows what little Lingbao's abilities are.

But seeing it with her own eyes again, she knew what the difference between cloud and mud is...

Wang Jingcheng's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

This terrifying ability, little mud, is she a monster?

He turned around, trying to maintain his composure.

"Okay, Pearl, let's come too, let's pinch one..."

The clay pan was spinning.

Wang Jingcheng wrapped his big hand around Pearl's small hand, what should he pinch?
no matter what...

When he ends up as an adult, he has already lost.

When he lost his mind, his fingers unconsciously pinched into the clay...

"Ah!" There was only a scream at the scene.

Snapped!
The clay plate in Wang Jingcheng's hand fell to the ground, and the pearl was thrown out by him, falling on its back...