Chapter 542
: Cold Body and Support Body, There is Nothing She Can't Do [2 more]
Chapter 542: Cold Body and Support Body, There is Nothing She Can't Do [2 more]
Among her peers, Fu Qiao is very confident that no one's physique can compare to hers.
Besides, no one else could receive personal instruction from Grandpa Fu like she did.
But even if Ye Wanlan got a higher score than her in the first round, it would be of no avail.
Because this round she just wrote casually and hasn't shown her real skills yet.
What's wrong with her letting Ye Wanlan play a game?
Thinking of this, Fu Qiao calmed down and watched the judges whispering to each other with cold eyes.
"I give this calligraphy a score of 9.8. It is very well written."
"Well, but there is still room for improvement, so I can't give you too high a score..."
Soon, the scores of the ten judges came out.
The final result of adding up the scores is -
96.40 points!
With a "swish", the results were refreshed on the screen at the same time.
[What a high score! Is this Ye Wanlan's first time participating in the competition? He got such a high score in his first time participating.]
[Still can't compare to Fu Qiao, who easily got a score close to full marks.]
[In the first round, everyone competed with their true abilities. Everyone must have tried their best. Otherwise, it would be terrible if they could not enter the next round.]
[Ye Wanlan's score is really good, but she doesn't seem to plan to specialize in calligraphy in the future? ]
"Huh?" Xie Linyuan stared at the screen, somewhat puzzled. "Junior sister's calligraphy is far inferior to her usual practice writing."
In addition to sword practice and drinking, playing the musical instrument, chess, calligraphy and painting are also his few hobbies.
As an expert, he could naturally see the difference between this calligraphy and the calligraphy that Ye Wanlan usually practiced.
Practicing calligraphy is already free-flowing, and in Xie Linyuan's opinion, this pair of calligraphy is even more free-flowing.
"Why, a swordsman who has countless enemies in the martial arts world doesn't know how to keep his trump card?" Hua Yingyue raised her eyebrows, "If you can easily win without using your full strength, then why do you have to use your full strength?"
Xie Linyuan said helplessly: "I thought this statement only applies to martial arts."
"No, that's how everything is said." Hua Yingyue's eyes were heavy. "Alan got full marks in the liberal arts in the college entrance examination, so he was the target of public criticism. There's nothing wrong with holding a treasure, but it will bring disaster. You forgot about the Global Center."
Hearing this, Xie Linyuan's expression gradually became solemn.
He has been in the underworld for many years, so he knows that things like murder and robbery happen all the time.
The emergence of a genius will indeed be recruited by all parties.
But there are even more geniuses who are wiped out halfway through their growth.
Such open and secret struggles led to the extinction of martial arts geniuses in the world for a period of time.
"Miss Ye, didn't you use your full strength?" Xiang Shaoyu also asked, "Look, the six words 'holding the long tassel, binding the clouds' in the second half of this poem are obviously too casual."
I guess the extra points were deducted because of this sentence.
Yan Tingfeng glanced at him and said without comment: "You have a sharp eye."
"Of course." Xiang Shaoyu fanned himself, "I have also collected quite a few of Fu Guang's authentic works. For me, calligraphy and painting are the most basic things that I must learn."
Huo Yunyi hesitated for a moment: "You mean, Miss Ye has retained her strength?"
"It's just a practice piece." Yan Tingfeng smiled slightly, "Keep reading."
The happiest person on the field was Fu Qiao.
She also believed that the contestants would try their best in the first round, and since Ye Wanlan's score was lower than hers, it would always be lower than hers.
Fu Qiao straightened her chest. She knew that Mr. Fu was watching today's game in the box. She would definitely prove to him that she was the one who should inherit everything from him!
Undoubtedly, Fu Qiao and Ye Wanlan both entered the second round. The third person was also a girl, and her writing was about cold body.
Although Su Xubai scored over 90 points, he was still eliminated.
He left the stage in a daze, and didn't even respond immediately when Su's mother, who was waiting outside, called him.
"Xu Bai, don't be discouraged. Your opponent this time is too strong." Mother Su comforted him, "Miss Fu Qiao is Fu Lao's granddaughter. It's normal that you can't beat her."
Su Xubai didn't say anything.
Mother Su paused and asked again: "Xu Bai, you know that Miss Ye, right?"
When Su Xubai heard his mother ask this, he was in a trance for a moment.
At the beginning, Ye Wanlan was just a transfer student who got into Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School through connections, but after only one year, even his mother had to respectfully address him as "Miss Ye". How could she have changed so much?
It's completely turned upside down.
"Xu Bai?" Su's mother called again, "Are you listening?"
Su Xubai forced himself to come back to his senses. He lowered his head and said, "Yes, Mom, we are both from Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School."
"Why haven't I heard you mention overnight girls?" Mother Su gave him a reproachful look, "What did mom tell you? You must make friends with people like this early, otherwise it will be difficult in the future."
Su Xubai pursed his lips, looking a little embarrassed.
Of course he didn't dare to say it. He and Xue Yiwei had publicly excluded Ye Wanlan together. They always thought that she was just trying to attract attention and wanted to compete in every field.
"Neither you nor your father have medical talent. It's okay for you in this life, as we can still provide you with resources, but what about the future?" Mother Su naggingly said, "You must get to know more people like Miss Ye, so that you can have a wider path. We are all from the same school. After the competition, I will go with you to invite Miss Ye to our home."
"Mom, no!" Su Xubai blurted out.
Seeing his abnormal attitude, Su's mother narrowed her eyes and said, "Xu Bai, are you hiding something from me?"
"I..." Su Xubai's voice was a little weak, and he had to change the subject in a hurry, "Mom, I saw Su Xueqing yesterday."
"Su Xueqing?" Mother Su's expression changed. "Are you sure she showed up in Yunjing?"
"Yeah." Su Xubai lowered his head. "I advised her to leave, but she didn't listen."
"Okay, you don't have to worry about this anymore." Mother Su's eyes were a little more calculating, "Mom will take care of it."
**
The second round of the competition is about to begin, and Ye Wanlan is waiting in the waiting area.
"Ye Wanlan, you can't beat me." Fu Qiao stepped forward and sneered in a low voice, "The relationship between me and grandpa is not something you can separate."
Ye Wanlan tilted his head: "Did you eat garlic today?"
Fu Qiao was stunned: "What?"
Her expression was blank for a moment, and she obviously couldn't understand why Ye Wanlan suddenly said such a thing.
"You're so arrogant." Ye Wanlan said calmly, "Stay away from me."
"Ye Wanlan, you..." Fu Qiao jumped in anger.
Just as she was about to start cursing, there was a "ding" sound and the bell rang, marking the beginning of the second round of the competition.
"Just wait!" Fu Qiao looked at her angrily, "You are a defeated general!"
The second round of the competition required contestants to write in a different font from the first round. This restriction was indeed a great challenge for the contestants.
Fu Qiao also specialized in Fu style, and the other girl also specialized in Han style.
The two of them coincidentally chose words outside the three major fonts, which was very safe.
Ye Wanlan picked up the pen and without any thought, dipped it in ink and wrote on the rice paper.
This time, she wrote about the blood letter left on the city wall by Emperor Yongshun Xiang Chen before his death in 1723 of the Shenzhou calendar.
"I have no face to face my ancestors. I will sacrifice my body in exchange for my people..."
Ye Wanlan found it somewhat difficult to write these few short sentences.
After she slowly exhaled, she wrote the last eight words:
"The sun and the moon are above, forever shining on China."
Ye Wanlan put down his pen and slowly calmed the turbulent emotions in his heart.
Fu Qiao glanced at her and snorted coldly.
It's just writing a piece of calligraphy, but the breathing can be so rapid, it really means that the skill is not good enough.
When the time came, the three words were displayed in front of the judges and the live broadcast screen at the same time.
Ninety percent of the audience saw Ye Wanlan's handwriting first, because her handwriting was very outstanding.
[Wait, isn't this a cold body? ! ]
[She can support the body, but also cool the body? Is she a pervert? ]
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