Fang Tian, ​​Liu Qiangzhen looked at the big writer, listening to her first question.

Zhang Mailing said: "What is the shape of the cosmic Milky Way?"

Liu Qiangzhen has a headache. What is the problem? No one has seen it. What kind of shape is it?

"A river shape." Liu Qiangzhen replied. Isn't the Galaxy Galaxy? Isn't it a river?

"No." Zhang Mailing shook her head. She looked at Fang Tian and asked, "Do you know?"

Fang Tian was stunned: "Uh? Let me think about."

On the bar in front of Zhang Mailing, there is a silver plate, and there is a silver -colored semi -circular lid in the size of about the size of the rice bowl.

Zhang Mailing looked like he randomly picked up the lid, covered on the silver plate, and asked again: "Do you think of it?"

Fang Tian glanced at it, smiled, and said, "The galaxy is the shape of the lid covering on the silver disk."

"Yes! Answer!" Zhang Mailing made a noise.

This is also okay, Liu Qiangzhen was unconvinced, looked at the silver plate lid on the bar, and said: "You suggest him, cheat!"

Zhang Mailing smiled and said, "Fair, if it is hinted, why can Fang Tian see it, but you did not see? In the first game, Fang Tianying!"

Fang Tian laughed and took a bite of Bing Shuang Dark Beer.

Liu Qiangzhen snorted and could only accept it.

Zhang Mai Ling said: "The second question, geographical question."

The two were quiet and listened carefully.

Zhang Mailing said: "What is the first geographical book in our country?"

The reason why I asked this was because Zhang Mailing knew that Fang Tian knew it. When I was chatting with him, I accidentally mentioned this book.

Fang Tianzheng was about to answer, but Liu Qiangzhen answered the question first: "Is it" Yugong ". Right?"

Zhang Mailing was froze, but he didn't expect him to answer the first, and he said with no expression: "Yes. The second question Liu Qiangzhen won."

This time it was Liu Qiangzhen's turn, drinking and laughing.

Well, one person answers right, and the two sides tied.

It's the most critical time now, the third question.

Zhang Mailing pouted and thought about a long time, said: "Third question, historical question."

Fang Tian, ​​Liu Qiangzhen was quiet, listening carefully.

Zhang Mai Ling said: "In ancient times, what does‘ solution ’mean?”

Solution? What ghost? Liu Qiangzhen was confused.

"Do you know?" Zhang Mailing asked Liu Qiangzhen.

Liu Qiangzhen touched his chin and thought, silently.

"Do you know?" Zhang Mailing looked at Fang Tian with a smile.

The word is too unique, what does ‘solution’ in ancient times? Fang Tian could n’t think of it for a while.

Lite the hand, whether it is loosened, the back of the hand is tied up, and then the unlocking is called the solution.

But think so, is it too simple? If you don't explain it literally, what does it mean?

The two were silent, thinking ...

Zhang Mailing looked at Fang Tian and couldn't figure it out, and then said: "Drink some wine."

She handed a glass of wine over.

"I drank a lot tonight."

Fang Tian is not afraid of being drunk, but that the memory of the bladder is not big enough.

"Drinking more will be inspired." Zhang Mailing blinked, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Will you have more inspiration to drink more? What logic?

It is difficult, but Fang Tian can only take the wine glass, and drink it.

When drinking the fourth cup, I feel that the bladder memory is insufficient, and I can't drink anymore.

Looking at him in a hurry, Zhang Mailing quickly asked: "Did you think of it? What does solution mean in ancient times?"

Fang Tian was very anxious, and immediately got up and hurriedly said: "Go to the toilet."

"Yes! Congratulations, congratulations, answer!" Zhang Mailing made a fingers, and laughed at joy: "Unlock your hand, it means to go to WC."

It means that this means! Liu Qiangzhen's eyes are white and almost fainted!

Bar mistake by mistake.

Blind cat encountered a dead mouse.

There is no place for stepping on iron shoes, you have to take all the effort!

Liu Qiangzhen racked his brains and couldn't think of breaking his head, but Fang Tian said the answer to the toilet.

This time, I want to vomit blood to qi.

Zhang Mailing announced: "Three games and two wins, Fang Tian won!"

"Not count, you obviously favor him." Liu Qiangzhen raised his fist and protested.

Zhang Mailing took a sip of beer and laughed: "Anyway, he won, this is a fact."

At this time, Wen Zhiyuan also spoke, saying: "Answer questions, rely on luck, what kind of knowledge is profound. Not count."

In fact, Fang Tian can use the "food library" of the soft rice king system to absorb knowledge to answer questions and ensure that he can also win him.

Just let him lose his heart and take orally. Fang Tian looked at Liu Qiangzhen: "Okay, we will be compared with again. Let Wen Zhiyuan ask questions, okay?"

Liu Qiangzhen thought for a while, looking at him with confidence, he shook his head and said, "This time, it is better than the knowledge, but it is better than anyone's calligraphy."

Isn't it a bullied person?

What is Fang Tian? It is a programmer. He uses computers to type all year round. Except for his own name, the calligraphy font is really not our drip.

How clever Zhang Mailing was, he also thought of this. "This is not good. Fang Tian is accustomed to computer typing and competes with the calligraphy that is not fair to him.

Wen Zhiyuan laughed: "Miss Zhang Mailing, you don't tell you so much. Now the competition is literary heritage. Of course, calligraphy is the best way."

Zhang Mailing still wants to refute it ...

Fang Tian is full of confidence "Okay, just compete with the calligraphy."

"Relax!" Wen Zhiyuan said: "This is not interesting to competition. If anyone wins, reward the other party a box of flying Moutai!"

A box of flying Moutai, the price is really not small.

Fang Tian nodded: "OK. Ready, I'll go to the toilet."

After speaking, quickly walk towards the bathroom ...

Ten minutes later, Fang Tian came back from the bathroom. At this time, looking at the bar, the pen and ink and paper were ready.

"How to play?" Fang Tian took the brush that Liu Qiangzhen came from.

Liu Qiangzhen said: "It's very simple. Write the four words" Wenwu Shuangquan ". Who can write better."

Fang Tian nodded, and said: "Start."

The two stood on the side, there was a piece of rice paper in front of them, and a ink lady was placed next to it.

Liu Qiangzhen did not hesitate, holding a brush with ink with ink, and wrote vigorously on the rice paper.

At first glance, he knows how high his calligraphy is.

On the right, Fang Tian yawned lazily, and then held the brush with five fingers to dip the ink, and began to write in a hybrid brush.

Liu Qiangzhen adopts the "two -finger single hook method". Such a hand -holding method, the words written, will definitely be much more beautiful.

And Fang Tian's five -finger holding pen, the onlookers laughed. When he saw his technique, he knew that the level was average.
Chapter completed!