Ye Tongtong came half an hour earlier than Ye Bihuang to prepare, after all, there was a sensation for the first time, and there were more students who came to see Ye Bihuang and Zhou Ding's duel for the second time, which also invisibly increased the requirements for the host's performance in all aspects.

Ye Bihuang appeared in a low-key manner, but Zhou Ding was unusually arrogant, I saw him gently push open the door of the calligraphy club, followed by seven or eight followers, with a serious face, just like a head of state visiting another country.

Because there are a lot of people in the lecture hall, the people behind Zhou Ding helped open the way, just like the eunuchs who opened the way for the emperor in the TV series, full of dog-legged images.

Ye Bihuang saw Zhou Ding's appearance, and snickered in his heart, now that you are pretending to be forced, it will make you embarrassed, let you know how the word "shameful" is written, and when the time comes, see if you don't find a crack in the ground to get into, hehehe.

Zhou Ding walked up to Ye Bihuang triumphantly and said with a smile: "Are you ready to accept the shame of failure?" He decided to humiliate and humiliate Ye Bihuang when he failed, and now make a foreshadowing.

Ye Bihuang smiled and said: "You take care of yourself first, if you lose, it's best to take a detour when you see me in the future." ”

"It's just a matter of words." Zhou Ding didn't believe that Ye Bihuang could win against himself anyway, a person's energy is limited, he investigated Ye Bihuang's learning is quite good, the piano is so good, can he still find time to learn calligraphy? Zhou Ding didn't believe it anyway.

Zhou Ding is 1.8 meters tall, handsome, quite handsome, and in addition to the small suit he wears today, it looks particularly eye-catching.

Zuo Zhenliang, Guan Yu Lei, and Liu Peng came out of the crowd next to them at this time, and they all cheered for Ye Bihuang.

Zuo Zhenliang Yin smiled: "Brother Huang, you must win, otherwise we won't have to play in the next basketball game, and I'm still ready to show off in the basketball game."

"Brother Huang, we believe in you, you created a miracle last time, and you will definitely be able to do it this time." Guan Yulei and Liu Pengfei said in unison.

Ye Bihuang smiled: "That's natural, it won't let you down." ”

After the pre-game pacification work, finally entered the official competition, and the two tables were full of people, all of whom were onlookers, wanting to see if the two participating guys were as magical as the legend.

Zhou Ding closed his eyes slightly, pretending to be mysterious, as if he had brewed an artistic conception, and immersed himself in his own world and began to write poems.

The name of the poem he prepared earlier is called "Qiupu Song", and yes, it is the Qiupu Song written by Li Bai.

This is a lyrical poem that has been passed down through the ages, and the poet Li Bai has created the image of "self" with unrestrained passion and Lang Manism's artistic techniques, venting the deep resentment and depression, and exerting a strong and touching artistic power.

Zhou Ding has practiced calligraphy for so many years, and he deeply understands a truth, if you want to write good words, you must have no distractions and not be affected by anything.

So he didn't go to see how Ye Bihuang wrote, he came today to play his highest level, not only to defeat Ye Bihuang in a dignified manner, but also to make a name for himself and get the appreciation of these professors in the school, so that he can get more opportunities from the school in the future, and when he goes out of the campus in the future, he will have more capital to get preferential treatment in the society! He wants to be recognized by everyone in calligraphy, this is his pursuit!

The white hair is 3,000 zhang, and the fate is like a long one. I don't know where to get the autumn frost in the mirror! Twenty words came to him when he wrote, which had a unique charm, and several teachers standing next to Zhou Ding nodded one after another, they all admired Zhou Ding from the bottom of their hearts, at least he was still a little old in calligraphy.

Zhou Dingdu is almost finished writing here, what about Ye Bihuang? But there was a lot of boos, what the hell happened? caused a mess on Ye Bihuang's side?

The three professors, including President Wu Menglin, all cast suspicious glances at Ye Bihuang.

I saw Ye Bihuang standing in place, motionless, with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

It's been fifteen minutes, and Ye Bihuang has been in this state from the beginning to the present, and he can't help but make the people around his table boo, thinking that Ye Bihuang is pretending to be a fool.

"I'll go! What kind of person is this, he doesn't write for half a day, doesn't he know how to write? ”

"Lang has been spending us for so long, so we already knew to read what Zhou Ding wrote."

"Yes, Zhou Ding's handwriting is quite good, I took a look at it just now, and I will definitely win."

"Wow, let me take a look."

Ye Bihuang was in a mess here, and the onlookers around Zhou Ding, including the professor, were full of praise for Zhou Ding, Ye Tongtong was a little anxious when she saw this scene, but she couldn't bother seeing Ye Bihuang's chattering appearance, so she could only stand aside and purse her lips helplessly.

There are many male classmates who have been paying attention to Ouyang Qingyin and Ye Tongtong, and when they saw Ye Tongtong's so cute and cute appearance, they drooled, and secretly hated why such a beauty was taken away by Ye Bihuang! It's so hateful!

But that's all they can think about, poor dick.

Zhou Ding finished writing, breathed a long sigh of relief, and then looked up at Ye Bihuang, and found that this guy was still standing in place stupidly, and he hadn't even started to write, Zhou Ding secretly laughed and scolded stupidly.

But just when Zhou Ding thought that Ye Bihuang was about to give up the game, Ye Bihuang suddenly opened his eyes, studied ink, started writing, and synthesized his actions in one go, quite confident.

Ye Bihuang wrote very quickly, quite quickly, and before the surrounding classmates could react, Ye Bihuang had already written a line of words.

Under the moon, drink a pot of wine between Li Baihua alone, and drink alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess. When they wake up, they mingle together, and when they get drunk, they disperse. Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase Miao Yunhan.

A vast momentum greeted us, and the vastness was mixed with etherealism, as if there was an infinite world hidden in this poem! The original chaotic atmosphere around Ye Bihuang disappeared in an instant, and everyone was stunned when they looked at the words written by Ye Bihuang.

There may be many people who don't know calligraphy at all, but they can feel the charm of the words between the lines.

Ye Bihuang was silent, and let the three professors You Yuming, Yang Wenqi, and Wang Kailing hurriedly come over to see what the situation was.

But when they walked to Ye Bihuang's side, they were all stunned.

Their eyes were all nailed to the pair of words that Ye Bihuang had just written.

You Yuming took out a pair of reading glasses from his pocket, quickly wiped them all over, put on his glasses, and tried to touch the word with trembling hands, but Yang Wenqi opened it with one hand.

"This word hasn't dried yet, don't touch your dirty hands." Yang Wenqi scolded in a low voice.

You Yuming smiled wryly, and then asked Ye Bihuang, "Ye ...... Mr. Ye, did you write this word? ”

"It was written by Ye Bihuang, I saw it with my own eyes." There were classmates around who were coaxing.

Ye Bihuang nodded and smiled: "Teacher, I wrote this word." ”

"......" You Yuming had nothing to say.

The atmosphere at the scene was amazingly weird, and it was originally like a vegetable market, but now there was only whispering.

Ye Bihuang smiled and said, "The three teachers will look at it first, and I will go to see Zhou Ding's ink treasure first." Saying that, Ye Bihuang walked towards Zhou Ding's table, and the surrounding onlookers immediately made way for Ye Bihuang when they saw this, very consciously.

Zhou Ding thinks that the words he wrote are quite good, at least far beyond his former peak level, it seems that there is pressure to be motivated, he looked at Ouyang Qingyin with obsessed eyes, although this senior sister has graduated for a few years, but I heard that she does not have a boyfriend yet, such a beautiful and lovely person, he can find a way to chase after it.

As for Ye Tongtong, Zhou Ding actually had the idea of giving up somewhat, after all, Shangguan Qingshan's young talents were also staring at Ye Tongtong, and Zhou Ding thought that it was unlikely that he would win the first soup.

Zhou Ding was thinking about something, when suddenly a piercing laugh came.

"Hahahaha! Is this also called calligraphy? You can't even write shit, garbage, garbage! ”

I saw Ye Bihuang pointing to the words that Zhou Ding had just written, and laughed.

Zhou Ding saw Ye Bihuang's arrogant appearance, his face turned blue with anger, and he snorted coldly: "What I write must be better than yours, what qualifications do you have to be arrogant, I'll see who cries later." ”

Ye Bihuang said with a smile: "Young Master Zhou, I advise you not to write calligraphy in the future, your basic skills are really bad, it's so rotten, if you continue to practice like this, you can only mislead others and yourself, and also, my words are placed over there, please go over and take a look, it's better not to let out some big words casually, otherwise it will stink!" Saying that, Ye Bihuang waved his hand in the shape of a fan while he was still in his nose.

Many classmates laughed when they saw Ye Bihuang's funny appearance, Zhou Ding suddenly felt that these people seemed to laugh at him, he was so angry that he almost jumped up, and finally suppressed his emotions, Zhou Ding said to Ye Bihuang with a gloomy face: "Sharp-toothed guy, I want to see how good your handwriting is!" As he spoke, he walked towards Ye Bihuang's desk.

In fact, when Ye Bihuang insulted his writing just now, Zhou Ding wanted to hurt people, because he thought that his talent for writing calligraphy was unmatched, how could he tolerate the insults of others?

But considering that Ye Bihuang is good, he finally suppressed this idea.

Walking to Ye Bihuang's desk, Zhou Dingchao's song "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" didn't care at first, but then Zhou Ding's eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes couldn't leave the rice paper.

Maybe by this point, many discerning people can see the outcome of this game.

Ouyang Qingyin is a girl with subtle observation skills, she basically knows the answer, but she still has to make the final judgment on the judges.

Ye Bihuang's every stroke and every word is imaginative, a stroke of genius, every stroke is the most wonderful curve in the world, with the most beautiful arc, these strokes constitute a neat and full of artistic conception of the big characters, it is a magnificent world, perfect and moving, full of gratifying rhythm. Between the black letters and white paper, there seems to be a timeless taste.