Copying, for some people who are not good at brushwork, this is undoubtedly a blessing.

It's like asking Einstein and elementary school students to solve a one-dimensional equation, which obviously lowers the level and makes all the contestants lose the ability to create. When a calligraphy work loses its creation and is relegated to copying itself, this is a kind of regression. Zhong Yue couldn't understand why there were such rules for the competition.

Ten minutes have passed.

Zhong Yue put down the detailed rules in his hand, and the felt had not yet been obtained.

The people sitting in the audience also looked at the contestants on the light table with a smile. What's going on?

Gu Qin, who was sitting in the corner, saw Zhong Yue who was motionless in the corner, and muttered to himself, "Is this person a fool?

In the far corner of the eastern district, Huang Youwei was holding a book and reading, and while flipping through it from time to time, she looked sideways at Zhong Yue.

What's going on today?

Zhong Yue stood up and walked towards the judges' seat in front of him.

"Student, do you have anything to do? Please return to your position, you are not allowed to move around during the competition. ”

Zhong Yue smiled, "I'm missing a piece of felt, I've been waiting for nearly an hour, when will I give it to me?

"Hey, this classmate, please go back to your place. ”

Zhong Yue looked up and saw the familiar figure.

Could it be that he did it?

The staff walked over and said, "Mr. Wu, this classmate said that he didn't have felt there. ”

Wu Zhonghe raised his eyebrows, "No felt?" The competition supplies are all inventoried, and it is impossible to be missing. ”

Zhong Yue smiled: "Director Wu, what do you mean by this, am I deliberately finding fault?"

"Hey, hey, what do you mean, believe it or not, I'm disqualified?"

Zhong Yue smiled coldly, it was really interesting, he finally understood why there was such a strange competition system, why a piece of felt, it took so long.

It is Wu Zhonghe who dares to be in charge of the work at the scene of the game.

Among the Municipal Calligraphy Association, Wu Zhonghe's influence may not be so great, but this competition is mainly aimed at city college students, and in Huizhou, only the Academy of Fine Arts has a professional calligraphy department. Then, the on-site work will naturally be operated by the Academy of Fine Arts.

Wu Zhonghe sneered and looked at the departing Zhong Yue, and secretly said in his heart, boy, I want you to look good!

Zhong Yue already understood that it was difficult for this piece of felt to get into his hands. If it had been given, it would have been brought a long time ago.

Zhong Yue didn't understand very well, why this Wu Zhonghe targeted him so much, was it because of that "Wu Xia Ameng" at the beginning? Hehe, it seems that Director Wu's strength is just like that.

Zhong Yue sat back in his place, and the time passed minute by minute. He just sat like this, he didn't believe that the judges on the stage were all Wu Zhonghe's people, and they could still pretend to be blind and ignore them.

There were also many audience members on the stage who watched it.

Huang Youwei closed the book and clicked on the middle-aged man who was bored looking at his mobile phone, "Excuse me, is there a felt seller near here?"

The man was startled, "What's that?"

"It's okay. Huang Youwei left the table.

"Inexplicable. ”

Some of the judges on the stage finally found out about this problem and walked straight over.

"This classmate, do you have any questions?"

Zhong Yue said: "I don't have felt on the table, I can't create calligraphy, this problem, I have been asking for help for an hour, I didn't expect that such a city-level competition, even a piece of felt has to be found for so long, do you have to wait for other contestants to finish, can you move it to me to use?"

The old calligrapher also looked embarrassed, and smiled kindly: "I'm sorry, we didn't handle it properly, I'll let people take it." He turned to Wu Zhonghe and asked, "What's the matter? Why does it take so long to deal with even a piece of felt? What is the matter with your organizers?"

Wu Zhonghe said lightly: "Elder Zhang, maybe the staff missed something." I've already found someone to pick up the felt at the Academy of Fine Arts, and as you know, this thing is not easy to buy temporarily. ”

"When will you have to wait until you go to the Academy of Fine Arts? Director Wu, your work efficiency is too poor. ”

Wu Zhonghe raised his eyebrows, "Elder Zhang, are you blaming Zhonghe?"

Zhang Lao also has a bit of a status in the Book Association, but Wu Zhonghe is the head of the university department, which is still a bit of a gap. It's hard to say that things are unreliable, so I had to hold my stomach and turn back to my position.

"Lao Zhang, what's the matter? That Zhong Yue, is it the one who didn't follow the rules before, mixed the two book styles, and swiped tickets on the Internet?"

"I don't know. ”

The calligraphers who judged this time were all little-known members of the Calligraphy Association. In a huge city, it is still easy to find anyone who understands calligraphy. Calligraphy, understanding and writing are two different things, some people judge that the kung fu is excellent, really let him write by himself, it may be so-so. Throughout the ages, there have been countless people who have commented on books and discussed the Tao, and there are very few people who can become a generation of calligraphers.

When Zhong Yue saw the old man sitting back on the long table in discouragement, he understood that Wu Zhonghe was going to kill him today.

Zhong Yue stood up and strode forward.

Wu Zhonghe, who was carrying his hands on his back, immediately came over and stood in front of Zhong Yue, "What are you going to do?"

Zhong Yue directly pushed Wu Zhonghe away, walked up to the judges, and said, "Hello teachers. ”

"Zhong Yue, if you make trouble again, I will disqualify you from the competition!" Wu Zhonghe was determined to expel this annoying Zhong Yue from the scene, even if he couldn't get his wish, he couldn't create a work with peace of mind.

Zhong Yue was farting and said: "Teachers, in order not to disturb other students' creations, I will make a long story short, this competition is really classy, a piece of felt, actually made me wait for nearly an hour and a half, I want to come to Director Wu's life is poor, I can't even afford to allocate a piece of felt, I don't wait, can I borrow something?"

Zhong Yue's sneering words made these judges a little embarrassed. The competition is to be fair and just, a piece of felt, actually made the family wait for more than an hour, this kind of thing is simply embarrassing.

"Little comrade, this is our mistake. Whatever you want to borrow, you can just mention it, and the felt has already gone to be taken. ”

Zhong Yue stepped forward with a toothless smile and slowly pulled the red towel cloth on the judges' seat, "Borrow the cloth." "No matter how good you are to persuade you, it is better to do it yourself.

The judges sitting on the stage involuntarily slowly left the judges' seat with their elbows.

Zhong Yue pulled the long red towel cloth and ran back to his place in full view of everyone.

Not only were the judges stunned, but the audience and the contestants were stunned.

I'm going, and this kind of operation?