Yes?

One person is enough?

Why is Principal Wu so confident today?

Everyone was happy, and many people were excited to see the excitement!

Master Wei glanced at Wu Zeqing with a smile, "It seems that Xiao Wu's calligraphy skills have advanced again?"

Wu Zeqing smiled but said nothing.

Master Zhou was speechless for a long time, "Xiao Wu, are you sure you don't want people?"

Wu Zeqing nodded slightly, "Hehe, I don't need it." ”

Master Zhou is also out of line, he has always wanted to help Wu Zeqing, at least to make the scene fairer, so that the game will be exciting. But Wu Zeqing's attitude has made many people wonder, and many people around him can't figure it out, Wu Zeqing's skills are recognized by everyone, knowing that she is not worse than most of the calligraphers present, as long as Wu Zeqing is not slack, in another ten or twenty years, the name of the domestic calligraphy master will be Wu Zeqing No. 1, but now it is not more than ten years later, now there are dozens of calligraphers and a calligraphy master opposite Wu Zeqing, she thinks that she can really win so many people alone?

Is one person enough?

What's enough! Dozens of more are not enough!

Everyone thought that what Wu Zeqing said about "one person is enough" was talking about Wu Zeqing himself.

Probably only Suna knows that the "one person is enough" in Principal Wu's mouth is probably not talking about her, but referring to the only teammate behind her!

Is Mr. Zhang okay?

Although he said it just now......

But does he really know calligraphy? He said yes, and Principal Wu really believed it?

Suna clenched her fist and raised it over there, it was a gesture to cheer for Principal Wu and Teacher Zhang, at this time, of course she was not on her father's side, there were many people bullying people, and she was bullying a female streamer, Suna was also very firm, and then glared at her father with disdain.

Dad Su coughed.

The other calligraphers were also amazed.

"Anyway, there is no shortage of me, I'll take a look at the excitement from the side. ”

"I'll forget it, Lao Yu, let's drink tea. ”

"There are so many people, and I'm not one worse, haha, I don't want to bully Xiao Wu anymore, just bully the small with the big, and bully the little with more, it's not appropriate, it's not appropriate. ”

"It's just a fuss, and it's fun. ”

"Come on, I'll rest for a while. ”

When he boarded, several people consciously quit, and since Principal Wu didn't need teammates there, they just sat next to watch the game, and no one helped.

However, the gap in numbers is still too large.

Master Zhou pondered for a moment and said, "Originally, I was thinking that each would compete in twenty games, but there was a bit of a disparity in numbers, otherwise it would be a three-game competition?"

Wu Zeqing said: "Old Zhou, how to come or how to come, I can't break the usual rules." ”

It's a little less than three, and it's not enough to see, after all, today is the annual meeting of the anniversary of the establishment of the Calligraphy Association, if it's not lively, it's not interesting, Master Zhou said: "Since Xiao Wu said so, then good, I'll set it, let's fold it, than ten, the one with the highest winning rate wins, how about it?"

Wu Zeqing said: "Listen to Zhou Lao's arrangement." ”

"Okay, let's get started, hehe. Master Wei also said.

Master Zhou cleared his throat and said loudly: " Someone may be the first time to come, I will explain the rules first, or the method of drawing lots, the two teams each catch once, after determining the topic to start the game, one question at a time, the specified time is answered within ten minutes, and to echo the requirements of the topic, if it is a long poem or a long text, you can extend the answering time according to a certain process, each question can not exceed 20 minutes in principle, the specific evaluation rules are up to me, Lao Zhou my wind evaluation is still okay, hehe, so you can be completely assured of fairness. ”

"Old Zhou, you laughed. ”

"Yes, of course rest assured!"

"If you are unjust, no one will be just!"

Everyone laughed and said a few times, firstly, Master Zhou's character and qualifications were placed there, and secondly, this time the lottery was the work provided by Master Zhou, of course he had the right to be this judge.

"Thank you for your love and trust. Master Zhou said with a smile, and beckoned his disciples to bring two small wooden boxes that had been prepared a long time ago, and inside were folded small notes, and the handwriting inside could not be seen outside, and what was written should be the scope of the test questions.

Wu Zeqing and Zhang Ye sat next to each other.

I saw her smile sideways, "Ten games, one and a half?"

Zhang Ye shrugged his shoulders, "I don't care. ”

"Good. Wu Zeqing chuckled and said, "I really like Master Zhou's words." ”

Zhang Ye spit out the skin of the melon seeds, "Anyway, I will fight side by side with you today, that pair of words will definitely help you win it back, it just so happens that I didn't prepare your birthday gift, so it's all alive." ”

Wu Zeqing looked at him, "It's difficult." ”

"Try it. "Zhang Ye actually has no bottom, but his momentum is not lost.

Oh, your Master Wei's birthday is a birthday, but my Principal Wu's birthday is not a birthday?

Bully me!

I don't care about bullying others!

But you calligraphers with heads and faces bully Lao Wu? That's not good!

In fact, to be honest, the other party's gang didn't mean to bully Wu Zeqing, what level of leadership was Wu Zeqing, they didn't dare, the main thing was to give Master Wei a face, the old man's birthday and the young man's ordinary birthday, the importance is different. But Zhang Ye has this temper, it is a powder keg, it will explode at a moment, he doesn't care about this and that, this time he just wants to fight for Principal Wu's face, according to the distance and relatives, Zhang Ye must also help Lao Wu.

The casting of lots began.

Master Zhou was sitting in the middle of the seat, and shook a small box in his hand, "Come on?"

Master Wei sat next to him, reached out and grabbed one, flipped through the note, and there was a word written on it—Zeng.

Wu Zeqing also got up gently, walked up elegantly, pinched his hand and took out a small note from the second box, and spread it out to Master Zhou, with two words on it - the first word.

Master Zhou immediately announced: "THE TITLE OF THE FIRST SCENE HAS COME OUT, AND WE SHOULD WRITE A POEM AND SONG WITH ZENG (ZENG 1) or ZENG (CENG 2) as the first word. ”

Their calligraphy competition, it seems to be a comparison of calligraphy, in fact, it is not only so, if you write a "Teacher Zeng is a good man", this will not be on the scene, so there is no need to say, the topics of their competitions are all written poems, lyrics, writing and the like, even if you do not write according to the allusions and ancient poems, you must also write ancient poems and ancient words in accordance with the regulations, modern words or aphorisms are not good, this is all the rules that do not need to be said, otherwise what are the restrictions on these topics?

"Zeng?"

"Or the first word?"

"This first question is not difficult. ”

"But it's not easy, let's see how the two sides answer. ”

People who watched the excitement thought about it, and they also answered the questions in their hearts.

Wu Zeqing came back and said to Zhang Ye casually: "Zeng's first word, there are a lot of poems, but there are nothing famous, they are all some small poems and small words, this question is not easy to answer, calligraphy is not only about words, but also meaning, if the text is not well chosen, no matter how good the words are, it is useless, let me think about it." ”

A group of people on Master Wei's side were thinking.

Wu Zeqing is also pondering the answer question repeatedly.

Zhang Ye didn't react at all, the melon seeds clicked and clicked one after another, where is there a little artist's demeanor, it looks like a master who has come to eat and drink.

The people around looked at Principal Wu's only teammate with tears and laughter, this is your mother's pig teammate, just make up the numbers, you? melon seeds have never stopped, you haven't eaten in your last life? Such an exciting game moment, you said that if you don't help Wu Zeqing come up with ideas, forget it, your team should play soon, you have a little game spirit, can you succeed?

Suna is also sweating, Teacher Zhang is too leisurely.

Master Zhou smiled: "The five-minute countdown has begun. ”

The desk and pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were ready, and they were placed between the two groups of people.

On the other side, a middle-aged man suddenly stepped forward and said with confidence: "I'll do this question, Old Wei?"

Master Wei looked at him, "Xiao Wang wants to make a move?" Okay, I wish you a victory!"

Teacher Wang moved his wrist, "Needless to say, I'll win the first one first." ”

Zeng Zi started with nothing too famous poems, the selection of poems has become a problem, you must at least know the poem and then be able to memorize it, this is also a difficulty in the competition, here is not allowed to search on the Internet, then there is no meaning of the competition, so this kind of competition is sometimes not only personal calligraphy skills, but also a lot of considerations, so the number of people in the team naturally occupies an absolute advantage, because no one can be proficient in so much memory, so good at all famous and unfamous poems and songs, to brainstorm。 So Mr. Wang in Master Wei's team came forward to answer the question, he happened to know an ancient poem that started with Zeng Zi, there was no title, it was a small poem recorded in an ancient text, the artistic conception was not too good, but it was not bad.

He began to write:

He once drove the claws to the three sides of the quiet, and the new gift of bearded ginseng was six righteous and poor.

Unexpectedly, Wenchang knew that there was a month, and he was pitiful as in the building.

Putting down the pen, Mr. Wang smiled and looked at Wu Zeqing opposite, "Mr. Wu, it's your turn?"

"Good word!"

"Poetry is not bad, either. ”

"Sister Wu is hanging. ”

"This poem should be the most famous poem that started with Zeng, and it is also the most well-known relatively speaking, Mr. Wang has already written, what did Principal Wu write?"

Everyone communicates in a low voice to avoid noise affecting the game in the field.

Master Zhou looked at his watch, "There are still three minutes." ”

Wu Zeqing communicated with Zhang Ye, "I know a poem, but the artistic conception is not enough, it is worse than Mr. Wang's, and there is no allusion to support it, and I may not win if I write it." ”

Zhang Ye asked, "Then I'll come?"

Wu Zeqing looked at him, "Do you remember the better poem at the beginning of Zeng Zi? I haven't seen your calligraphy skills, otherwise you can sue me and I'll write it." ”

Zhang Ye said: "I don't remember, I don't often read ancient poems, since you said that there is no better poem at the beginning, then there must be no better." Regarding Wu Zeqing's judgment, Zhang Ye believes it.

Wu Zeqing said calmly: "Since there is none, then how do you write it?"

Zhang Ye said as a matter of course: "But I can write it myself." ”

"Write it yourself?" Wu Zeqing smiled, "Okay, it's up to you." ”