True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 89 Sheng Qingtang: Do you say that this character is Wei Hou's? [2 more]

   Soon someone took all the four treasures of the study, and on the high platform, the table was set up in front of the guest table.

  Lin Xi looked at the girl and was very unhappy: "Since you have said that, then I will give you a chance and you can write it up."

  Xiu Yu became hot all at once.

   "It's okay." Ying Zijin put her hand on her shoulder, beckoning her not to move.

   He got up and walked up.

  Seeing this scene, the students in the audience became restless.

   stood up one by one, waiting to be on the stage to watch, they were quite excited, and the three words "doing something" were written on their foreheads.

  Jiang Ran calmed down some turbulent internal energy in his body, suppressing his dryness: "Her hand hitting people hurts so much, what can you write?"

  Whether the hand that writes should be well protected?

   "I haven't seen it either, but Ying Dad must know everything."

  "……"

  Jiang Ran felt that he could not refute this.

  Because he has been in autism for a while.

  He had to wait patiently and look on the stage.

   On the other side, Zhong Zhiwan frowned and was very confused.

  She couldn't understand at all. In the case of admitting cheating, Ying Zijin even dared to go up.

  She and Lin Xi are in the same discipline, so she naturally knows Lin Xi's temper.

  Lin Xi usually treats people gently, but when she encounters academic matters, it is very harsh, even she has been trained several times.

  嬴子衿 directly ran into Lin Xi this time. From now on, he will not want to enter the art world for half a step.

  The rich and powerful are in line with the art world. If this kind of thing happens, will Mr. Zhong still pet an adopted daughter who offends the art world?

  Ling Zijin glanced at the Yantai, and found that the ink had been polished for her, which saved her 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 words."

  Ying Ziyan nodded: "Well, you remembered it."

  She lowered her head and picked a wolf pen in the pen holder.

  The audience before the live broadcast was very puzzled.

  【What does she mean? What does Lin Xi remember? 】

  [I didn’t understand, but she was really daring. For this courage, she deserves applause. 】

  【What courage? It's a broken jar. If you can't write big characters for a while, that would be really embarrassing. 】

  Lin Xi looked on coldly.

  Behind him, the principal looked at the head of the art group: "When has the punishment of expulsion been discussed? Why don't I, the principal, know?"

  "How can this little thing trouble the principal?" The art group leader smiled, "Cheating, and even done to Master Wei Hou, how could it not be expelled?"

  The principal frowned: "There must be something hidden in this matter."

   "Isn't she writing?" The art group leader didn't care. "The principal, you will know after a while. She originally came from the county seat, so what else..."

  The sound stopped abruptly.

  The barrage of the live broadcast also suddenly stopped.

  Because at this time, anyone who paid attention to the table saw the girl raised her left hand again and held another wolf pen.

  She pressed the rice paper with a paperweight, took a step back, as if observing something, and then leaned down.

  The next second, both pens moved at the same time.

  【……】

  【Fuck, bow left and right? Is she crazy? What Lin Xi can't do, how old is she this year? 】

  【Grandstand! Art is insulted by such people! 】

  【Photographer, don’t take pictures of her people, take pictures of her characters, hurry up, let us see how non-junk what she writes. 】

  【Don't worry, everyone, wait for her to finish writing in a while, and you will know what it is like. 】

  Zhong Zhiwan shook his head again, even more disappointed.

  The left hand connects to the right brain, and the right hand connects to the left brain.

  Writing with both hands at the same time, and writing well, it is even more difficult.

  After all, the brain’s nerves are limited, and it is impossible to do without training.

  The art masters on the guest table were also shocked, but they were so far away that they couldn't see what the girl had written.

   is fifty or sixty seconds, Ying Zijin put down the pen.

  "Is it finished?" Lin Xi didn't know what to say, her anger was mixed with sarcasm, "Writing is the most anxious. If you write so fast, what can you write?"

  Speaking, he stepped forward and picked up the piece of rice paper.

   Looking down like this, his expression became stiff in an instant.

  The camera has been following Lin Xi, clearly magnifying his facial expression, and even the vibration of every inch of muscle can be seen.

  【Lin Xi seems shocked, what did you see? 】

   [It’s not that it’s too ugly, right? 】

  【Too curious, let us see what is written. 】

  Lin Xi looked at the words on the rice paper, her pupils shrank violently and her fingers trembled, which was incredible.

  A piece of rice paper is divided into two columns.

  Seal script on one side and regular script on the other.

  Two different brushwork styles are completely opposite.

  The pen walks around the dragon, and the flowing water is flowing.

  Swipe one stroke at a time, three points into the wood.

  If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Lin Xi could not believe it was written by a 17-year-old high school student.

   Still open the bow left and right, with both hands at the same time.

How is this possible?

  Not to mention that the word is extremely atmospheric, it seems that there is thundering Wanjun pouring down from this word, and the momentum is shocking.

  Lin Xi felt a great deal of pressure and hardly dared to look directly at it for too long.

   Ten seconds later, he still stood still.

  The photographer stepped forward, surprised, and reminded in a low voice: "Mr. Lin, please raise it up and aim at the camera."

  Lin Xi was still stunned, but she also unfolded the rice paper.

The two characters    were printed on the big screen, and they were completely exposed to everyone.

  Zhong Zhiwan was smiling and talking to the head of the Department of Arts, then looked up.

  Her smile stagnated, and her mind buzzed: "..."

  All the sounds in the ear seem to have disappeared at this moment

  The whole venue fell into dead silence again.

  The barrage stopped for a few seconds, and suddenly increased.

  【Fuck, this word...】

   [To be honest, with such a comparison, Wei Hou’s pair is indeed rubbish. 】

  【Open the bow left and right, do it in one go, and write two fonts, this is awesome, right? 】

  [Is it necessary to cheat if someone writes such a good hand? 】

  【It’s not my conspiracy theory, how can I suspect that someone has changed her word secretly? Deliberately label her cheating again? 】

  How fierce the ridicule was before, but now it rebounds so much, especially the audience who has been waiting for the reversal.

   [Sorry, what you call Jie Cao Lin Xi is really... I can’t like it, and I even hate it. 】

  【Just like he was just now, isn’t he pretty proud? Then let Lin Xi write a picture on the spot, he is 28, right? People 17 use two hands, so why should he add two feet? 】

  【Use both hands and feet? Look too high at Lin Xi, what do you say that Lin Xi sold 500,000 words at the age of 12, but how did I hear that the buyer was his grandfather? 】

  【Wow, this is the shady! I just heard that Ying Zijian asked Lin Xi how much the word "garbage" was worth. Lin Xi said five million, so the painting she is writing now is not worth ten million, right? 】

[Lin Xi is the one who is beating her in the face. There is a saying that if he first communicates with other students in private, if the student does not repent, it will not be too late to report and expel him. Moreover, he is not Qingzhi’s teacher, right? ? 】

  Because there are a lot of students in junior high and high schools, and there are faculty and staff, there are two big screens on both sides of the desk.

  The big screen is projecting live images, and the contestants are young people. The school keeps pace with the times and naturally did not turn off the barrage.

  The barrage that had previously mocked Ying Zijin has long since disappeared, all of which are mocking Lin Xi for being too proud.

  Zhong Zhiwan's mind was still buzzing, and he couldn't hear what the people around him were saying.

  The blood on her lips faded little by little, and her face turned pale.

how come?

  Ying Zijin can really write it?

   is not a lie?

"Mr. Lin, I don't know why you believe that classmate Ying cheated on Master Wei Hou's words." The principal gave a cold look at the art group leader. "But now things are clear. You insulted her reputation. Shouldn't I apologize to classmate Ying?"

   [Oh oh oh, I like this principal. It's not the kind of person who only values ​​face, and doesn't take advantage of the flames. 】

  [Lin Xi should apologize. Fortunately, the little girl has a strong psychological endurance. The news that the student jumped off the building a few days ago made me choked. 】

  Lin Xi's body is stiff and embarrassing.

  But instead of apologizing, he said: "But this word is indeed from Master Wei Hou."

  Even if Ying Zijin writes well, it does not prove that she did not steal.

  The principal hadn’t spoken again. Aside, the president of Shanghai Art Association suddenly got up and was shocked: "President Sheng?"

   Ying Ziying turned his head to the side.

  Just a few meters away, Sheng Qingtang was walking towards the guest table wearing a straw hat and slippers.

  The president of the Shanghai City Art Association hurriedly stepped forward to greet: "President Sheng, why are you here?"

  In terms of its status in the art world, Sheng Qingtang is definitely one of the best.

  Although he has retired from the Huaguo Calligraphy Art Association, others will still call him the grand president.

   "Come and take a look." Sheng Qingtang waved his hand, "It just happened to be idle today."

  He wouldn’t say that he wanted to use his old face to bring back the words of the genius doctor Ying.

  Such a good word, what art festival do you participate in?

   should be framed and hung on the wall to watch every day.

  Do these people understand the essence of that character?

  He baah.

  But what did he hear just now?

  Old Mr. Sheng was angry.

  Lin Xi was also taken aback: "Senior Sheng."

  Sheng Qingtang ignored him. Instead, he pointed to the scroll and said every word: "You said that this character was written by Wei Hou?"

  (End of this chapter)