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Ling Qingran slid his red lips disdainfully, and his eyes were filled with mockery.

She is very confident in her own level and feels that she is powerful, so she may be proud of the entire calligraphy world with a smile.

Ruan Su didn't give her any more eyes. This woman was simply sick, like a psychopath. She had a blank candle in her brain and wanted to pretend to be big-eyed fish everywhere.

In Ruan Su's eyes, this woman was not worthy of being her opponent at all, she was just a scumbag.

The competition began soon, and the theme of the competition was two ancient poems, and the two poems required by the organizer must be written.

After all, only by writing the same words can you compare the good or bad.

Ruan Su glanced at the two ancient poems.

One is "Grass                                                                                                                            

The first poem has only four sentences, which is very easy to write.

The second poem is not easy. There are many words and there are also rare words. If you accidentally write a wrong word, you may not even be able to maintain your level and perform abnormally.

However, these problems are not problems at all for Ruan Su.

She picked up the brush and dipped it ink, started writing directly, and wrote the first poem first.

She could write this kind of ancient poem that she had been memorizing since childhood without comparison.

She wrote very quickly, and in a short while she wrote the first poem, the official script she used.

But it was just a few minutes. After she finished writing, she looked at this picture and started writing another poem.

Li Bai's poem "Are You Going to Wine, Don't See You" is magnificent, the whole poem is full of passion and excitement, and has outstanding artistic achievements. It expresses his sigh of unappreciation of talent, and also has an optimistic and comprehensible sentiment.

When he started writing, Ruan Su changed his running script. Running script is the most frequently used style of calligraphy in contemporary times, between cursive script and regular script.

There are countless people who practice running script, but few people really understand running script.

Ruan Su wrote very seriously and did not look around at all.

Ling Qingran, who was next to her, was completely in a bad mood, especially when she looked up and saw that Ruan Su had already written the first poem, she was shocked.

My heart suddenly jumped. Why did Ruan Su write so quickly?

She stretched her neck and took a look, and she was a little confused. Did Ruan Su actually write official script?

Is there anything wrong?

Lishu is the best font to write, but it is also the most difficult to write font to write.

It is not easy to write good calligraphy in Lishu.

And she practices Kaishi, and she also writes Kaishi.

She looked down at the regular script she wrote again, and a sense of inexplicable uneasiness and crisis suddenly arose in her heart.

I felt panicked and wrote a typo in my pen.

She was impatient and threw away the piece on her hand, then took a new paper and wrote a new one.

But no matter how she started writing, she didn't write it right. She wrote several pictures in a row and it was ruined, none of which satisfies her.

However, seeing that Ruan Su's second poem was about to be finished, she had to patiently continue to write the first poem.

The most important thing in calligraphy is to have a peaceful mind. If the mind is as stable as Mount Tai, you will basically win half of it.

She has been taught to be calm since she was a child.

But Ruan Su was by her side, and she had no way to calm down.

After several attempts in a row, Ling Qingran was deeply attracted to her, and then she focused on writing.

As time passed by bit by bit, several contestants handed over their works.

Ruan Su also put down the brush in her hand, then blew the ink on the paper, feeling that there was no problem, so she handed over her work.

Ling Qingran saw Ruan Su leaving her seat, and she became even more impatient.

But I have just finished writing the first poem, and there is a second poem waiting for her for as long as the second poem.

It's useless for her to be anxious.

Fortunately, the rest of the time should be enough.

I waited until the host held the microphone and said, "Time is up, please hand over your works."

Ling Qingran then put down the pen in her hand, and she just finished writing the last word.

Some contestants have not even finished writing yet, while others have finished writing in a hurry as time goes by, and the writing is not satisfactory.

However, the contestants who handed over the work in advance looked calm and did not look as irritable, depressed or regretful as they were.

The host soon delivered all the entries collected to the judges' seat, and about six judges sat upright on the judges' seat.

Dai Shou and several highly respected masters from the calligraphy and painting industry began to evaluate these works, "This is a good one."

"Oh, this is also very good."

"Hey? Whose work is this? It actually uses official script. This one is running script."

"These...the two works are very, very good!"

The staff of the judges who have been evaluated and scored too much will record the scores, then hang them out, and the exhibition will be for everyone on site to watch and enjoy.

There are high scores and low scores, but the score is generally only a few minutes, and fewer than nine points.

Ling Qingran sat next to Mrs. Ling Er, but she no longer had the initial enthusiasm and confidence.

Mrs. Ling Er also said in a low voice with some concern, "Qingran, how are you doing this time? Why are you going to the end? Is it not well written?"

Ling Qingran's face looked a little ugly. She pretended to be calm, "How could I not write well? I was just writing very carefully. I was like Ruan Su who finished writing early, probably didn't write carefully, and probably she didn't understand calligraphy."

However, as soon as she finished speaking, there was an uproar in the crowd.

“This score is so high!”

"The score actually has 9.8 points!"

"Is this written by Ling Qingran?"

"Look at who the signature is!"

Ling Qingran's heart tightened, and a hint of joy appeared on his face, "Mom, look, I got 9.8 points!"

"I'll go and have a look of satisfaction." Mrs. Ling Er also showed a happy and complacent expression on her face, "My daughter must be the best."

The full score is only 10, and this score is 9.8, which is really high.

Mrs. Ling Er walked towards the exhibition area of ​​the works. There were many people around the exhibition area, and everyone was evaluating the works in today's competition.

Mrs. Ling Er opened the crowd and came to the forefront. Her eyes fell directly on the work with the highest score, which was a work of official script.

But... Qingran can't write official script at all!

Mrs. Ling's heart skipped a beat, and she saw the signature: Ruan Su!

Her eyes turned dark and she almost fainted. It turned out to be Ruan Su's?

Damn it! Even people who don’t know calligraphy think it looks great after reading this work. Every word is skillful and beautiful, and it has a pleasing feeling.

She looked at the work with a stiff face, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

"Oh, isn't this Ling Qingran's work? Why is it only six points?"

"Last year, she was the number one. Is this calligraphy abandoned?"

Someone was talking in a low voice. Mrs. Ling Er looked over with a stiff face and saw Ling Qingran's familiar font, "Crass" in regular style!

The writing is average, it is really average... Compared with Ruan Su's painting, it is simply ugly.

Mrs. Ling Er was mixed with feelings. Why? Her daughter performed so poorly? Could it be that Ruan Su did something to Ling Qingran during the competition?

As soon as this idea popped up, she had no evidence at all but determined that it must be Ruan Su's fault, which made Ling Qingran perform abnormally.

She walked towards Ruan Su angrily, raising her hand to slap Ruan Su, but the next second her arm was harshly slapped by a powerful palm.

"What are you doing?" The man's cold voice sounded. Mrs. Ling Er looked up in shock and saw a handsome face that was so handsome that it was impossible to see directly.

Bo Xingzhi let go of his hand, and Mrs. Ling took several steps back in a daze. She screamed, "I've hit someone! The president's son has hit someone! He is still protecting Ruan Su! My daughter scores low, so it must be Ruan Su who did it!"

She looked like a shrew, and she had no demeanor and temperament as a wife of the Ling family.

Ruan Su was also startled by Bo Xingzhi who suddenly appeared. She was about to take action but saw Bo Xingzhi who came out of nowhere blocking her.

The man's broad back is like a towering mountain giving her an ultimate sense of security.

Shang Lingxiao, who had been staying with Ruan Su, looked dark, but soon he returned to peace.

He glanced at Mrs. Ling Er who was making trouble, and his voice was impatient, "Mrs. Ling Er, you figure it out, there is surveillance on the scene. Ruan Su did nothing. Don't slander others casually."

What did Bo Xingzhi come here to do now? He even made a name for himself and gained the favor of Ruan Su.

Shang Lingxiao felt a little upset.

But he didn't show it.
To be continued...