"Hey, Zhu Jun, now our Guinness Conference is getting more and more popular, do you know why?" the hostess Dong Qing sniffed with a smile. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zhu Jun pretended to be at a loss, "Why?"

"It's because, now we don't have to worry about food, clothing, and material life is rich, and the people naturally have more minds to pay attention to spiritual life!"

Dong Qing sold Guanzi.

"What does spiritual life have to do with our Guinness? We are challenging the limits of human beings!"

Zhu Jun sang and harmonized with her.

Dong Qing blinked, "You don't understand this, everyone has their own little superman living in their hearts, and there is nothing lacking in life, so this little superman can jump out, and only then can he have the heart to think of something that he was good at or wanted to do but couldn't." ”

"For example?"

"For example, when I was a child, I was very good at turning the pen, and the pen shook like a bloom on my fingers, and I was not less than cleaned up by the teacher because of this. Now, I'm older, and I don't have a teacher staring at me anymore, but my hands are stiff and I can't turn anymore, and I regret it in my heart. ”

Dong Qing deliberately pouted, looking pitiful.

Zhu Jun nodded, "Hey, isn't it? Your teacher really killed a genius, let you practice hard, maybe you can go to the Pen Turning Olympics!"

"We don't want the Olympics anymore, and no one has this event, but we are here in the Guinness Book of Things! What is our purpose?"

"Push the limits! Surpass yourself! Write your whimsy into the Guinness Book of Ideas!"

The two hosts spoke in unison.

Then, Zhu Jun changed into a high-pitched voice, "Next, I invite our first challenger, Chen Guang, to appear! What he wants to challenge is a skill that each of us must have done since childhood, but you must not have imagined, he will tell us that sharpening a pencil is also a science!"

Dong Qing also forgot to say: "That's right, I don't have the Olympics anymore, but Chen Guang's pencil sharpening has our Guinness!

As the music sounded, Chen Guang, who was wearing a straw hat, walked out of the back of the stage and went straight to the center of the stage.

The straw hat can't hide his handsome face, but it can cover the newly changed bandages on his head, making his whole person even more imposing in the spotlight, and it looks like a god has fallen from the sky, handsome to a new realm, a new height.

The above content is familiar with Chen Guang's personal obscenity, it is purely fictional, if there is any similarity, it must be a die-hard fan with a beauty effect in his heart.

"In addition, in order to make Chen Guang's challenge more convincing, we specially invited the Guinness Society to invite eight world-class craftsmen, who will compete on the same stage with the challenger Chen Guang......!

"Mr. Boruto Aoyama, a ghost hand from Japan, is the winner of 10 consecutive Japanese Crafts Awards and the holder of several world records, he can carve a grain of rice into a vivid portrait in five seconds!"

"Mr. Santos from Mexico! he's ......"

"Mr. Bell from Australia! he's ......"

Mrs. Smith listened to the simultaneous translation of the translator next to her, and said unhappily: "When did it become the person who invited me to compete with him?"

Powell hurriedly explained: "Don't be angry, Lord Chairman, the Huaxia TV program group has to take into account the effect of the program, so it will be more reasonable to say this." ”

Mrs. Smith nodded, "That's right, I can't let anyone know that I'm deliberately getting along with him." ”

After a short while, with the blessing of various soundtracks and various lighting and stage effects, Chen Guang stood on the stage with a total of eight so-called gatekeepers in the challenge mode.

In front of them was a long table, each of which contained a total of ten pencils, ten each, for a total of a hundred pencils, and three pencil sharpeners of various sizes and models.

Chen Guang stood in the middle position, and Boruto Aoyama was standing next to Chen Guang, where the host was introducing the rules of the game, and Boruto Aoyama subconsciously turned his head to look at Chen Guang.

This poor fellow, looking at his good looks, probably rejected Mrs. Smith's courtship.

What is wrong with Mrs. Smith?

Even if you were a little nauseous at the time, close your eyes and endure it, won't it be over?

This is a life-changing opportunity that fell from the sky!

She's the owner of the billion-dollar Smith Jewelry!

She is the contemporary heir of the Tepester family, who is famous in European and American high society!

Dong Qing explained in detail: "Ladies and gentlemen, our rules of the competition are very simple, each contestant has a total of five minutes. If Chen Guang can cut the Eiffel Tower the most in five minutes, he will be certified by Guinness and become the best pencil sharpener in the world. Please look at the big picture, such an Eiffel Tower nib is qualified, from this point of view, is it exactly the same as the tower in the photo? Of course, it can't just be the shape, you can look at the four legs of the tower, yes, the bottom must be hollowed out. ”

Zhu Jun was in charge of exclaiming again at this time, "My God, this is too difficult, isn't it?

Dong Qing nodded, "Of course it's difficult, but this is exactly what we are pursuing in Guinness!"

"That's right! It's really because it's difficult, we can call it challenging the limit! Next, I would like to invite Mr. Powell and Mr. Bloom, Guinness adjutators, to come to the stage to do the final verification for everyone!"

Zhu Jun waved his hand, and the two adjudicators Powell and Bloom, who were sitting in the guest seat, walked onto the stage with smiles on their faces.

"Mr. Chen, it's too late for you to change your mind. ”

Powell pretended to be a little absent-minded and pretended to check the pencil and knife in front of Chen Guang.

Chen Guang's lips opened slightly, and he lowered his voice and said, "No, it's okay if you tell her what I said, you tell her, I think she is really disgusting." ”

"You'll regret it, you didn't know Mrs. Smith's fame. Powell slowly put down the pencil and said with a gloomy face.

Chen Guang rolled his eyes indifferently, "You don't know my identity either, so don't talk this nonsense, get out." ”

Powell's hand with the pencil sharpener shook violently, and he really wanted to stab Chen Guang with this knife.

"What did he just say?"

Powell shook his hands and had just sat down in the guest seat when Mrs. Smith, who did not give up, asked.

"He said, "Let me fuck off. ”

As the camera hit him in the face, Powell had to squeeze out a smile and then pop out of his mouth.

Mrs. Smith slammed into the face, "You bastard!"

"That's right, a bastard. ”

Over there, the camera turned away, and Powell immediately changed into a vicious face, staring at Chen Guang, a hateful arrogant boy, waiting for bad luck.

Among the nearly 1,000 spectators present today, about 500 people came to Chen Guang, except for a few sunspots like the bald head, most of the others were a little bit with Chen Guang's fans.

These people hoped that Chen Guang would win in their hearts, but after listening to Zhu Jun and Dong Qing introduce the other eight contestants, they were really a little uncertain.

Especially the "Ghost Hand" Boruto Aoyama is too big, Chen Guang is going to hit the world record, but the other party already has several world records.

Although the others are not as famous as Boruto Aoyama, they are also famous.

The countdown had already begun, and the crowd on the sidelines whispered but didn't stop.

"I said can you stop shaking your legs, my bones are about to be shaken apart!" the bald head president pushed the vice president beside him.

"No way, I'm too nervous, what if Brother Almighty loses?" the vice president worried.

The bald head glared at him angrily, "Don't make me happy, I used to expect him to lose all day long, anything, even if he loses once, but when did he make me happy?"

The vice president and other members of the Reflective Alliance suddenly realized.

"It turns out that you are the most trusted all-round brother among all of us, Lord Grower!

The bald head will have a stiff face, and he will curse in his heart, I really can't be friends with you.

The countdown of the host over there has begun to count, and this unique, contestant's first and perhaps last Global Pencil Sharpening Contest is about to officially begin!

At the beginning, the camera did not focus on Chen Guang, but aimed at Boruto Aoyama, the biggest name among the contestants.

At this time, the world-famous "ghost hand" was closing his eyes tightly, his hands and five fingers spread out and gently pressed on the table, he seemed to have entered some kind of mysterious state.

Those who are familiar with him know that this "ghost hand" is going to be serious.

It is only when he decides to go all out that he closes his eyes and breathes like this, and this state is especially terrifying for him.

I've got to win!

And must win crisply!

Boruto Aoyama thought so silently in his heart, and the bits and pieces of practicing ninjutsu in the Ninja Canyon when he was young slowly came to his mind, and he seemed to be back to his youth.

The ninja qi, which was already about to dry up, slowly surged up from the lower abdomen, surged through the arms, and condensed on the hands.

The host over there was still counting down: "Three!"

The green tendons on Hiroto Aoyama's arms gradually emerged.

"Two!"

An invisible aura emanated from his fingers.

"One!"

He opened his eyes violently, and the fine light flashed, and the eyes of Boruto Aoyama on the big screen behind the studio hall even seemed to glow.

He grabbed the pencil with lightning speed, and with his other hand he picked up a pencil sharpener, his mind empty.

Knives rise and fall, and sawdust flies.

Every knife of Hiroto Aoyama is so precise that it is even more delicate and faster than the processing machines made in Germany.

In less than a second and a half, the pencil lead had been sharpened by him, and with a shake of his right hand, the largest No. 1 pencil sharpener was replaced by a No. 2 knife, and then four knives were brushed, and the outline of the Eiffel Tower jumped out.

His gaze was focused, his expression solemn, and he stared at the tip of his pen with a pilgrimage look.

This is his ability to survive, and he is extremely devout to his own ability.

Another second and a half passed, but the knife in his hand had been replaced by the smallest number three.

Ordinary people can't even see the specific movements with the naked eye, and only the high-speed camera that locks onto Aoyama's hands can catch the subtle but high-frequency tremor of his right hand, the powder on the refill scatters, and the four legs of the Eiffel Tower quickly take shape.

His movements were so precise, but the tip of the pen, which was extremely fragile, seemed so solid that it showed no signs of breaking.

"Mr. Aoyama is in such a good state today. ”

Powell stared at the big screen and said.

Mrs. Smith nodded in satisfaction, "Of course, Mr. Aoyama never disappoints me. ”

"Chen Guang is dead. ”

"It's too late for him to beg for mercy now. Mrs. Smith grinned wryly, "He has succeeded in stirring up my wrath, and he can only satisfy me with the humblest of confessions." ”

While the two were chatting, Boruto Aoyama had already completed the first pencil, and he was very satisfied with his feel and state today, and it only took five seconds to cut out the first pencil, and the whole process was smooth, and then he was confident that he could increase the speed to four and a half seconds, or even faster.

Later, the speed may slow down again, but it doesn't matter, in a full five minutes, I can sharpen at least fifty pencils that meet the standard.

Don't look at how simple this thing is, but how fragile the nib is, a slight mistake in the process will make the nib easily broken, and the previous efforts will be wasted, and most people don't think about it.

He didn't even have the heart to see how Chen Guang next to him was performing, he knew that he had already represented the limit of human beings, as long as he continued to play normally, no one would be his opponent.

From time to time, there was a thumping sound beside him, and it sounded like Chen Guang had sharpened the pencil with too much force.

Hiroto Aoyama began to cut the second branch, thinking in his heart, deserve it, do you think we are playing with you?

Ever since you offended Mrs. Smith, you're doomed to bad luck, okay?

Don't say it's me, those other Smith Jewelry employees are also a lot better than you, okay?

Director Wang was already scolding people in the studio, "I'll let you lock the camera on Chen Guang for me! Where are you shooting for me? Are you stupid?"

The main PD who was in charge of cutting the shot was particularly aggrieved, "Director Wang, my No. 3 camera is filming Chen Guang, but he blows up the pen with a knife every time, what are you doing filming him? Look at how beautiful that Boruto Aoyama and Santos are, the audience must also love to watch successful shots, right? Although Mr. Chen is a friend, he is in such a bad state today, let's still shoot him, isn't that a black attack for him?"

"You know a bullshit! If I ask you to shoot him, you'll shoot him! Or you'll fuck me off!"

Director Wang scolded this unlucky master PD bitterly, and on the other hand, he had a kind of pleasure that everyone in the world was drunk and I was sober.

You know the!

You all think Chen Guang is finished, but do you know that he looks like he has been slashed and exploded, but in fact, one sword and one tower is good?

You've missed the key shots!

What a stupidity!

Hiroto Aoyama soon re-entered the state of ignoring what was going on outside the window, and his heart was like water, and he began to cut with all his might.

It's his best form and he's never missed a shot.

But he didn't know that the picture on the big screen behind him had changed unconsciously, although there were still shots of him from time to time, but most of the time it became Chen Guang's personal close-up.

In fact, Chen Guang's state at this time looked quite boring, he seemed to have been using the smallest No. 3 pencil sharpener, he mechanically repeated the same action, picked up a pen, swung it over, the pencil head exploded, and then put it on the table, and immediately changed to a pencil.

Compared with others, Chen Guang's actions at this time looked completely like child's play, and he must have been slashed by heavy hands.

At first, the audience was also puzzled by the second monk, and they didn't understand why the column team filmed Chen Guang's embarrassing shot.

It wasn't until about a minute after the game lasted about a minute, when the high-definition camera kept zooming in and began to give a close-up of Chen Guang's "fried" pencil that the sound of the audience gasping began to come one after another.

What's going on?

What is that?

A beautiful, neat, artwork miniature Eiffel Tower?

Why did he casually throw every pencil on the table look like it had been sharpened?

Exactly the same as the previous example?

What's going on?

Doesn't it look like it's going to be fried?(To be continued.) )