"Haha, don't underestimate our Teacher Liu, when did he ever be afraid? Maybe the scolding war was deliberately done by our Teacher Liu, thinking of directly giving people a dismount, not only that, but if he is not happy, our Teacher Liu can directly scold you believe it or not?"

"Hahaha, anyway, I believe it, the live broadcast will start in a short time, brothers and sisters, the channel is for you, wait for our Teacher Liu to go wow!"

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The scene is lively, and the people on the Internet are already boiling and looking forward to it.

The bigwigs of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, surrounded by a group of people, finally arrived, before the start of any conference, there must be an opening speech, and the person who did the opening must be the one with the highest status among the group of people, this old man looks like his hair is gray.

"Everyone, welcome to the conference of this year's Calligraphy and Painting Association......" The old man's voice sounded slow, but it was quite comfortable.

Liu Zhiyuan looked at this old man, and always felt as if he had seen it somewhere, so he asked Zhao Fei on the side, "Do you know who this is?"

Zhao Fei was looking at Liu Zhiyuan with bright eyes, listening to Liu Zhiyuan's words, at that moment, a pair of eyes stared directly at the maximum, which was obviously very unbelievable, and a pair of eyes stared directly at Liu Zhiyuan, "You don't even know this?"

Listening to Zhao Fei's shocked tone, Liu Zhiyuan touched his nose with one hand, yes, didn't he just ask this kid because he didn't know?

"You are an idol in the literary circle, you don't even know the vice chairman of the Calligraphy and Painting Association? This is Mr. Bai! Master Baishanshi!" Zhao Fei said such words to Liu Zhiyuan in an extremely sad tone.

After hearing this, Liu Zhiyuan was shocked at the time, hey, I'll go, I really didn't expect that today's conference would blow up people of this level, it really shocked Liu Zhiyuan at that time.

Liu Zhiyuan was shocked when he saw Bai Shanshi talking, looking in his direction, and he didn't know if he was making himself sentimental, because he saw that this master actually nodded at him.

"This conference, as usual, is divided into two sections, literature and painting, each section has three rounds of competitions, there is no limit, but anyone who is capable, can participate, and today for the winner not only a trophy reward, but also a bonus, of course, I also want to see if there can be a miracle today. Bai Shanshi spoke, and the smile on his face looked even kinder.

Zhao Fei touched Liu Zhiyuan on the side and said, "Brother Liu, were you playing with me just now?"

Liu Zhiyuan was listening to Bai Shanshi above talking about the rules of the game, and here Zhao Fei touched him twice and made such a sound, at that time Liu Zhiyuan was crying and laughing for a while, "Am I idle?"

"It's not that the vice chairman keeps looking at us while talking, and that smile looks kind, I've been to two conferences, and I've never seen the vice chairman look like this. Zhao Fei scratched his head and expressed his confusion.

Liu Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing and said: "Are you thinking too much? I don't know people, and you haven't been in contact with the vice chairman, maybe people are passing us to see other people, let's go, don't talk about this, wait for us to sign up." ”

"Hehe, that's not necessarily, Brother Liu, your literary attainments have reached the pinnacle, and the sand paintings you show in painting can also show that you have a very high artistic talent in this, so I think that miracle should be you, Brother Liu, you must be able to create a miracle, right?"

Liu Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh and gave Zhao Fei a violent chestnut, "What are you thinking, there are so many powerful people here." ”

"Hey, Mr. Liu, why don't you apply for literature?" At the registration offices on both sides, Zhao Fei thought of two results, Liu Zhiyuan either reported both, or he would also report his strongest point, but the result was the opposite of what he thought.

"Hehe, try it, it should be quite interesting. Liu Zhiyuan smiled brightly.

Mao Liyun on the side regards people as a thorn in his side, hum what can this kid do even if he signs up, anyway, he only has to lose one today!

asked why this was the reason, Mao Liyun turned his face to look at He Chang, a subordinate standing in the crowd on the side, and saw He Chang nodding at him, he was looking at the single ring on Liu Zhiyuan's wrist, and immediately laughed, seeing that he didn't completely squash this kid today!

"Well, geniuses are so capricious. Zhao Fei sighed on the side, Liu Zhiyuan smiled, and had already gone towards the circle of paintings.

"Mom, look at our teacher Liu's pervert, I thought he would directly apply for a literary competition and directly write poems on the spot!

"The truth upstairs, I'll press a cucumber, bet that our Teacher Liu will be able to show us a unique surprise today, don't ask me why, so sure, because our Teacher Liu is a pervert!"

"Hahaha, that's right, add 10086, I completely agree, our Teacher Liu, a non-human, I'll just say it, He went to the scene today to quarrel on Weibo and didn't make a noise, and the scene started a war again!"

"Look, the war seems to have begun, and the little bench is about to watch in the front row!"

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"You kid also reported paintings? Are you really guts, a person who is not well-known, and may not even know how to lift a pen, where did you kid get such a big face?"

This shot just turned to the direction where Liu Zhiyuan and Mao Liyun were, in fact, this time it wasn't Liu Zhiyuan who wanted to start the battle, right?

Is this Nyima speaking in human terms? In short, there are only a few words emanating from every pore of the Maori cloud, 'True Nyima is underwhelmed'.

Although Liu Zhiyuan really wanted to flatten this bastard thing, the camera was facing his direction, so he simply changed his tactics.

Liu Zhiyuan glanced at Mao Liyun, "Hehe, it's reported, will you mention the pen, do you know?