Scribble?

The crowd was amazed.

Such beautiful calligraphy, but it is actually scribbling?

Just when everyone was indignant and ready to argue with reason, they were immediately startled when they saw the young man's appearance, and they were all silent.

"It's Wang Yixian, senior of Qinghai University!"

"Hey, is that Wang Yat-sen, who is known as the contemporary sage of calligraphy?"

"Tsk, it is said that the ancestor of Wang Yixian is the descendant of the sage Wang Xizhi, so senior Wang Yixian also calls himself a contemporary sage, the purpose is to reproduce the glory of the ancestors!"

The crowd whispered and talked a lot.

Wang Yixian was furious, glared at Chen Feng angrily, and roared: "Which school are you from? I don't know the rules here? Who gave you the courage to scribble here?"

Chen Feng frowned, put away his ingenious pen, and said lightly: "I don't know what rules are here, can you tell me?"

"I don't know? You don't know a word, you want to fool this matter? Tell me quickly, which school you are from! I'll only ask this once!" Wang Yixian scolded angrily.

Chen Feng's gaze swept around, and pointed to the table next to him, where there was also a young man standing, writing a lot of words, and said, "Can't I write?

Wang Yixian looked at the man, laughed angrily, and reprimanded: "They are them, you are you, they are going to participate in the calligraphy project next, so what are you to practice here?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the four big characters written by Chen Feng, and he was about to tear them apart.

His anger was not without cause.

He saw everything just now.

Even he was stunned by Chen Feng's writing.

After waking up, he immediately decided to find an excuse to destroy Chen Feng's calligraphy.

As a contemporary calligrapher, how could he allow another person who is more powerful than his own calligraphy to exist?

In addition, the rules here are indeed as he said, only those who want to participate in the calligraphy project are eligible to try their hand at writing here.

He was so upright that he even tore up Chen Feng's calligraphy.

However, before he could do anything, he was stopped by a white hand.

Yang Ningyan grabbed his wrist and squeezed it a little harder!

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Wang Yixian let go of his hand with a continuous cry of pain.

The rice paper in his hand fell silently to the ground.

"You are really rude, tearing up other people's works for no reason!" Yang Ningyan said coldly.

In normal times, she doesn't bother to care about this kind of thing.

Today, though, she made an exception.

Because the calligraphy is so beautiful, like a work of art, it would be a pity to let this guy tear it up.

"What is it for no reason? You don't want to spew blood! Obviously, you don't understand the rules, and you come here to scribble, and it's only natural for me to tear it up!"

Wang Yixian rubbed his wrist and shouted confidently.

Chen Feng picked up the rice paper on the ground, looked at Wang Yixian, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I don't understand the rules here, but I didn't expect that people who participate in the calligraphy project can only try their pens here." ”

Seeing that Chen Feng was soft, Wang Yixian was even more arrogant, unstoppable, staring at Chen Feng contemptuously, and said disdainfully: "Just your calligraphy, don't take it out and be embarrassed, okay? Take the initiative and tear the paper, I can pretend that this thing has not happened!"

"Rip it off? ”

Chen Feng shrugged, his face indifferent.

With his skillful pen, he could write a hundred of these pieces of calligraphy at any time.

Of course, in Wang Yixian's view, Chen Feng is acting extraordinarily, and he inadvertently wrote such a swan song.

As long as this one is torn up, Chen Feng will not have a chance to become famous, and there will be no threat to his reputation as a contemporary book saint.

In fact, Chen Feng really didn't mean to compete with him for any reputation.

Since the other party lets himself tear it off, then tear it off, it doesn't matter!

Seeing that Chen Feng was about to tear up the rice paper, the art-like calligraphy was about to be destroyed.

Everyone in the calligraphy venue sighed secretly, but no one dared to stand up and say anything.

is not only afraid of Wang Yixian's name as a contemporary book saint, but more importantly, Wang Yat-sen's identity background is also very terrifying.

Because of this, no one here dares to offend Wang Yat-sen!

"Are you crazy? This is something you have written with great difficulty! Whether you can write such beautiful calligraphy next time is unknown, and you are willing to tear it up?"

Yang Ningyan was shocked and hurriedly pressed Chen Feng's hands.

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

What did the woman say?

As long as you have a skillful pen, how to write this kind of character, how to write it?

Even if you don't have a clever pen, you can write this kind of words, but it's not so shocking.

"If you don't tear it up, then don't leave today!" Wang Yixian did not relent, looked at the past coldly, and his tone was full of threats and warnings.

"Who are you scaring about? If you have the ability, call out the person in charge of you here! I don't believe it, there is no royal law anymore, isn't it just a piece of rice paper, can't I lose money?" Yang Ningyan spoke for Chen Feng unprecedentedly.

This......

Chen Feng was stunned.

Scratching his head, puzzled, what happened to this woman?

I was disgusted with myself before, and I hated it to the extreme.

In the blink of an eye, it seems that he has changed and actually helped himself speak?

"The person in charge, you want to be fair, right? Okay! I'll let Uncle He come out!"

Wang Yixian smiled coldly, and directly rushed into the distance, sitting on a stool, a middle-aged old man who was sleeping loudly shouted: "Uncle He, don't sleep!

Uncle He, who was drooling in a dream, heard Wang Yixian's voice, suddenly woke up, quickly wiped his breath, and looked at Wang Yixian with sleepy eyes.

Each venue here has a person in charge.

The main responsibility of the person in charge is to be responsible for the rules of each venue and prevent anyone from taking advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble.

"Yixian, what's the matter?"

Uncle He was bloated, wide and fat, got up from his position, took heavy steps, yawned in his mouth, and walked towards Wang Yixian.

After coming to the front, his eyes swept over Wang Yixian, and then at Chen Feng and Yang Ningyan, his eyes were full of questions.

Wang Yixian hurriedly said what had just happened.

"Uncle He! this guy broke the rules of the venue, without consent, and is not a contestant in the calligraphy project, he actually came here to scribble, and now he still wants you to uphold justice, you judge and judge, who is right and who is wrong in this matter?"

Wang Yixian held his head high and looked arrogant.

"Of course it is......" Uncle He rolled his eyes and pointed at Chen Feng with a smile, "It's your fault! Which school are you? What is your name? Find your mentor for this club activity, I want to talk to him!"