Time passed minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, half an hour had passed.

And Li Zaixian has always maintained the leading position, and at this time he has already translated to the sixth book.

Wang Yong's fifth book has just been opened, and he hasn't started writing yet.

Li Zaixian's forehead was sweaty, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

He hasn't been in this state for a long time, and he writes like a god, and at a glance at the ancient books, the interpretation immediately comes to his mind. This state was called "entering the gods" by ancient scholars, and the thoughts entered into supernatural powers, which was the same as receiving the blessings of the gods.

Li Zaixian didn't believe it, in this state, Wang Yong could still win him!

When pigs fly!

"Teacher Wang, Li Zaixian's sixth book is about to finish!"

Finally, An Yi couldn't help it and reminded out loud.

Wang Yong seemed to notice that Li Zaixian was ahead of him, and he sighed and said, "This old guy is so far ahead, it seems that I have to exert my strength!"

After speaking, the brush dipped heavily in ink, but it reverted to its old state, and it was still transcribed stroke by stroke.

"Teacher Wang...... "This can make An Yi angry."

Feelings, you're just in a hurry, and you can't even see a little anxious action in your hands!

The audience in the live broadcast room was also depressed.

"Teacher Wang won't really break the jar, will he? Why do you feel like you have to give up?"

"I think...... No. After all, Mr. Wang has never suffered losses along the way, and he has not even let go of the countrymen, will he let go of a stick?"

"What if Mr. Wang really can't compare to this stick? Not to mention that there is no such possibility, I think the possibility is very high. Alas, I feel uncomfortable when I think about the faces of the netizens at the end of the game. ”

"Hey, Mr. Wang seems to be ...... Speeding up?"

"No, I've been watching, it hasn't changed. ”

"I don't know, it's just a feeling, I feel that Mr. Wang has lost the lazy atmosphere just now, and he is starting to get serious. ”

The audience in the live broadcast room watched Wang Yong's every move in disbelief, and they couldn't figure out what Wang Yong's current state was.

Brush!

Just when the audience was chatting in the live broadcast room, Wang Yong didn't know when he finished interpreting the fifth book, and his fingers had already touched the sixth book.

On the other hand, Lee Jae-xian's sixth book is nearing the end, and the leading position is still maintained.

"Almost. ”

Wang Yong muttered.

Suddenly, he touched the palm of the sixth book and pushed it, and the sixth book appeared in front of Wang Yong like a trick, and even the title page opened by itself, directly revealing the text of the first page.

", Mr. Wang's hand is handsome!" the Chinese audience admired.

And the more handsome ones are yet to come.

Wang Yong actually started to write blindly!

I saw that Wang Yong's eyes were always fixed on the sixth ancient book, motionless. The pen in his right hand fell on the manuscript paper, and he didn't even look at it, and the neat Chinese characters jumped out on the paper.

After writing a line, everyone thought that Wang Yong always had to take a look at the line change, but they didn't expect Wang Yong to even look at the line change!

As soon as the pen turned directly, it was like installing a third eye, and the first word of the starting hand fell firmly below the first line of words, impartially.

"Cow, my teacher Wang!"

"I TM know, Mr. Wang deliberately wrote slowly just now, just so that he can pretend to be able to compare at this moment!"

"It's hopeless, Mr. Wang has a disease that will die if he doesn't pretend to be compared. Good sympathy - Mr. Wang's pretending to be the object. ”

The audience in the live broadcast room was happy.

All the worries just now are gone, replaced by all kinds of happy teasing.

"Huh?" Li Zaixian also noticed Wang Yong's speed-up, his expression changed, he gritted his teeth, and simply used his last bit of strength to make it faster.

However, he was so old that he had been writing at high speed for too long, and he suddenly exerted his strength, and after less than a minute, he twitched his wrist and almost threw the brush on the ground.

But it was a wrist spasm.

"If it doesn't work, don't force it. After all, it's not easy to live to this age. Wang Yong's eyes were staring at the ancient books, and he was writing in his right hand, and he still had the strength to care about Li Zaixian.

Li Zaixian's eyes were bloodshot by Wang Yong's stimulation, he endured the cramps, touched the brush and wrote again.

The corners of Wang Yong's mouth showed a smile, and with a flick of his left hand, he saw that the sixth book was automatically closed and stacked on the pile of books that had been interpreted.

In the sixth book, Wang Yong started half a year late, and he finished ahead of the curve!

"How is that possible!" all the South Koreans who were watching were shocked.

"Cheating, he's definitely cheating!"

"I haven't finished writing, I must have deliberately missed a few places, and I must check it well when the judges check it!"

South Koreans immediately thought of the reason and blamed Wang Yong.

And Wang Yongli ignored it, just glanced at Li Zaixian provocatively, and sneered: "Teacher Li is a little slow." ”

This does not need to be translated, Li Zaixian himself can understand it.

With anger in his eyes, he wanted to refute Wang Yong. But when I thought that rebuttal would be a waste of time, I immediately shut up and put my energy into interpretation.

Finally, Lee Jae-xian also finished writing his sixth book.

"It's good that it didn't fall behind!" Li Zaixian thought with a long sigh of relief.

But when he glanced at Wang Yong, he was shocked to find that Wang Yong's seventh book had already written a full page!

"How is it possible? hell, it must be hell!" Lee was frightened inexplicably.

How can a person's hand speed be so fast! This speed is comparable to that of a typewriter!

Li Zaixian didn't know that Wang Yong, who had practiced blind writing since he was a child, had really set a record that surpassed keyboard input. It's only a few minutes, but it's a big deal.

At that time, Wang Yong had not practiced martial arts, and his physique was not so good. Now, Wang Yong's speed will only become faster and his endurance will be stronger.

"Hahahaha, Mr. Wang, South Koreans are panicking!"

"If no one is convinced, just obey Teacher Wang!

The Chinese audience smiled happily.

South Korean audiences were disillusioned.

In the face of Wang Yong, who is hanging, is Li Zaixian okay?

Nobody knows.

"Teacher Li, don't give up! You are our patron saint, you can do anything! We believe in you!"

"God, if I can sacrifice, I am willing to dedicate my energy to Teacher Li, just so that he will not lose!"

"Teacher Li, I am ready to name my soon-to-be-born youngest son first, just because of you, because your greatness is incomparable!"

"Teacher Li, you are the beacon of South Korea, you have stood for South Korea for decades, do you want to fall at this last moment? You fall, what should we do? Teacher Li, fighting! You can do it!"

The South Koreans present had tears in their eyes and words of encouragement.

All the eyes of South Koreans were focused on Lee Jae-sien for a long time.

A burst of blood suddenly welled up in Li Zaixian's chest, and he said loudly: "With your existence, I will not give up!

"South Korea, never give up!"

"South Korea, never give up!"

For a while, the sound of the scene rang out, rumbling and rolling in the sky above the academy, like thunder.

Li Zaixian, who was obviously tired, was instantly full of enthusiasm and began to write wildly.

Feeling the rather shocking atmosphere of the scene, Zhao Li and An Yi glanced at each other, and both saw the worry in each other's eyes.

Can Wang Yong withstand the pressure of the South Koreans' home momentum?

Once affected, it's all over!

"Teacher Wang, come on!" An Yi quietly clenched his fists and muttered.

She knew that her voice alone couldn't compare to that of the entire South Korean in the courtyard, but so what?

Even if you are alone, even if you are in the enemy camp, the children of China are fearless!

"Come on!" Zhao Li also made the same sound.

"Come on, uncle. Even Xiao Sihan spoke.

"Come on!"

Huaxia TV viewers and netizens in the live broadcast room who are far away in the sky all said such a sentence in unison at this moment.

As if feeling the power from his distant hometown, Wang Yong's eyes became solemn.

A cold snort came out of his mouth: "I've had enough! It's time to finish!"

In the next second, Wang Yong's wrist shook rapidly like a vibrating fan.

The writing speed, which was already fast to the limit, has been improved again!

At the same time, the pages of ancient books are like the wind blowing, turning non-stop.

Book 7, done!

The eighth book, done!

Book 9, done!

Book 10 –

Finish!

Click, Wang Yong's last word was written, and the brush in his hand suddenly cracked in half.

Wang Yong closed the page of the tenth book, slowly got up, and looked at Li Zaixian.

"Teacher Li, I'm done, what about you?"

The voice was cold, pointing directly to the hearts of the people, and suddenly woke up Li Zaixian, who was engrossed.

"It's over, impossible!" exclaimed Lee.

"Ten books, one no more, one no less. Why don't you check it yourself? Don't worry, the time of the inspection will not be counted for you. ”

A look of hesitation flashed on Li Zaixian's face, and then he stood up: "Okay, I'll check it myself!"

After speaking, he walked to Wang Yong's desk, flipped through Wang Yong's manuscript paper, and began to check them one by one.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour......

When the last piece of manuscript paper in Li Zaixian's hand was put down, Li Zaixian's face was already bloodless.

No omissions, no mistakes, all correct! And the font is neat, not a single typo!

How did he do this? This is obviously impossible! A flash of despair flashed in Li Zaixian's heart.

And Wang Yong glanced at Li Zaixian lightly, and said a sentence that had long been held in his heart: "Actually, I deliberately let you." Otherwise, the first thirty minutes of the game would have been over!"

"What?" Li Zaixian staggered, took a few steps back, and finally held on to his own bookcase before he stood firmly.

As soon as he stood firmly, he felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed up and sprayed on the bookcase.

"Teacher!" Li Zaixian's students shouted in horror.

"I'm fine. Li Zaixian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said. There was a loss between the eyebrows and eyes. "This time, I ...... Lost. ”

When the voice fell, the whole courtyard was shocked.

The air seemed to be frozen, indescribably silent. All South Koreans are pale and discouraged, like a tree that has been drained of its vitality, and there is no longer a trace of life.

In particular, a South Korean scholar has a wide open mouth, like a puppet doll, frozen on the spot.

The patron saint of South Korea, a beacon of culture, turned out to be ...... Poured?!

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