"The cultural heritage of China has declined, far inferior to our Japanese country, look at the people who write here, they are all old guys who should go home to hug their grandchildren, haha......"

Another Japanese student said loudly and arrogantly, and his words caused his friends to laugh.

The rampant arrogance of a few young devils immediately caused public outrage.

Tang Haoran was also puzzled, and said in his heart that these little devils are not afraid of being beaten by the group?

"Cao Muma, just a few little devils, what are you pretending, do you fucking know Chinese characters, just here blind Bibi!"

Sure enough, someone soon scolded.

Immediately, more people blamed the little devils.

The young devil led by him was not angry, with a contemptuous smile on his face, he walked to the table, reached out to pick up the brush, brushed and brushed, and a pair of big characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing jumped on the paper.

Lying down, the little devil showed his hand on the spot, and the accusations around him immediately weakened by half.

There are many calligraphy enthusiasts who appreciate the scene, not to mention, the little devil's brush writing is still quite good.

The tall and handsome little devil threw away the brush and stood there with his hands upside down and his head held high, looking like he was beaten up.

"Well, Yamada-kun's calligraphy is really amazing, and he deserves to be the champion of our All-Japan National Brush Writing Competition. ”

A few little devils followed and boasted.

In Japan, a grand calligraphy contest is held every year, and millions of people from white-haired elderly people to children of several years old often participate, and the scene is very spectacular.

I have to admit that the inheritance of Chinese culture in some aspects has surpassed that of China.

And Yamada Shuqing, who is called Yamada-kun by his peers, is the overall champion of the last year, and the level is conceivably high.

"Did you see it? Yamada-kun wrote this is calligraphy! And you guys are not as good as garbage!"

A devil said arrogantly, grabbed a handful of blessing characters written by those junior high school students, tore them a few times, tore them to pieces on the spot, and threw them on the ground.

"Paralyzed, these little devils are too crazy, they are here to stir up trouble and beat them!"

The onlookers were enraged by the arrogant behavior of the devil and scolded one after another.

"If someone writes better than Koike-kun, we apologize on the spot!"

Seeing the anger of the public, several little devils were a little weak-hearted, and one of them said loudly.

"Quick, who wrote it well, go up and kill these devils, it's so fucking infuriating!"

Everyone shouted, but no one stepped forward, and they felt that they couldn't write about the little devil.

"No one dares to compare, right? Then shut up, hahaha......"

Seeing that no one stepped forward, a few little devils became even more arrogant.

A group of calligraphy and painting masters who were writing were also a little angry by the arrogant actions of a few little devils, but they looked helpless for a while.

They read the words written by the little devils, and they really wrote beautifully.

No matter how uncomfortable they are, they can always go into battle in person to compare with other people's young people, wouldn't that be bullying the small, and losing people if they don't compare.

"By the way, the beauty's handwriting is so good, go compare the little devil and let them know that we have someone in Huaxia!"

The man with glasses who had just gotten the sub-word proposed loudly.

Although An Yuxuan is very disgusted with the behavior of little devils, she does not have any competitive heart, and feels that calligraphy and painting are for cultivating sentiment, not for competition.

The man with glasses looked at the beauty and disdained the competition, took the couplet in his hand, raised it towards a few little devils, and said loudly: "Open your dog eyes and see, this is the handwriting written by our Chinese beauty, how is it better than your handwriting?"

"It's good!"

Kiyoshu Yamada nodded appreciatively at the first glance of this word.

"Which beautiful woman wrote it, come and show us, just take a random pair of words and say that it was written by a beautiful woman, when we are three years old. ”

"There is no basis for what you say, you have to write it here on the spot. ”

"Moreover, when I look at this pair, it is no better than what we Xiao Chi-kun wrote. ”

A few other little devils put on a rogue face.

The man with glasses was furious, pointed at Yamada Qingshu and said, "You know how to read, you say a word of conscience, how is this pair of words compared to yours?"

"Each has its own merits, and this pair of characters you have is very good, and you are stronger than me in terms of skill and dexterity, but it is not as good as my penmanship. ”

Saburo Koike said seriously. There's no way, this pair of words is in front of him, he can't take it seriously, otherwise he will be talking nonsense with a clear conscience.

"Humph!"

The man with glasses snorted heavily, he only knew calligraphy, and he couldn't say it was good, it seemed that what the little devil said made sense, that is, the level of the two paintings was comparable.

It's no wonder that Yamada Kiyoshu has been writing calligraphy since he was a child, and at the same time, he has also studied kendo since he was a child, and his pen power is certainly not comparable to the soft An Yuxuan.

Of course, An Yuxuan's physique had just been transformed by Tang Haoran, and it had been greatly improved, and she had also practiced the exercises taught to her by Tang Haoran for a period of time. But on the whole, there is still a lack of necessary running-in.

"Excuse me, where is the beautiful woman who wrote this?"

Yamada Shimizu became interested in Chinese beauties who wrote.

Naturally, no one paid any attention to him.

"Are there any men who can write? Come out and compare with us Yamada-kun, you Chinese people can't always ask women to come out. ”

The little devil started screaming again.

"What a bunch of little devils who don't know what to do!"

Tang Haoran couldn't be calm, grabbed the inkstone on the table, shook his hand and threw it out.

The strange thing is that the inkstone crossed a beautiful parabola, and the full ink did not spill at all, and flew out more than ten meters, with a bang, and it just covered the little devil's mouth firmly, and the ink splashed his head and face, and a large strand went directly into his stomach.

"Ah...... Poof......"

The little devil's teeth were knocked down several times, and he screamed in pain, bent over and retched.

This ink is not ground out of ink ingots, this ancient play, which is mixed with a lot of flavored Chinese medicinal materials, when thirsty when drinking water, it is fine, but this bowl is a modern chemical synthesis.

"It's good, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's good,

"Dead devils, they should be splashed in the face!"

"Which good man did it, and came out for everyone to admire and admire. ”

, everyone was startled, and when they saw the little devil who was arrogant just now, and now he was embarrassed, they immediately laughed and shouted.

No need to shout, Tang Haoran has already walked to the desk.

"It's me who splashed you brutes, why, are you still not convinced?"

Tang Haoran asked with a smile.

"Hmph! If you can't write, it's a coward's behavior!"

A few devils were afraid of Tang Haoran's cold murderous aura, how could they dare to act rashly, besides, on such an occasion, it was strange that they dared to make the first move and not be torn apart by the angry crowd.

"Master, I'll give you four words. ”

Tang Haoran strode to the table, and a few devils who stopped in front of him were directly rushed aside by the majesty he exuded.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was the little devil who took the initiative to give way.

(End of chapter)