"Professor Chen's evaluation is really very pointed, each evaluation is very appropriate, and the characteristics of each person's calligraphy are explained in great detail, even if we don't do calligraphy, we can also perceive different temperaments from it."

"With Professor Chen's comments, it will definitely be a fair game, but seeing that Professor Chen's evaluation of the five people is so high, and the calligraphy of the five people includes five different aspects of writing, even if Jiang Hao tries his best to break through one aspect, it will be difficult to win the other four, I don't know how Professor Chen will judge the winners and losers of the two sides after a while."

"Maybe Jiang Hao can write a peerless calligraphy and suppress all the calligraphy of the five people in one fell swoop, won't he win?"

"Anyway, the answer will be announced later, so why bother?"

“……”

Under the LCD screen in the square, it can be described as a sea of people at this moment, everyone's eyes are staring straight at the scene of the game on the screen, speculating and discussing who will win the game, but it is not difficult to hear from the conversation that the proportion of people who support Jiang Hao is very small.

Hearing that Jiang Hao was about to show his work, the students in the square widened their eyes and wanted to see what kind of words Jiang Hao could write.

"Please."

Jiang Hao was in the expectation of everyone, and he was a little hesitant to hang the font he wrote in mid-air, with a posture of per capita comment.

Yes?

Seeing Jiang Hao's writing, almost everyone present was stunned, including the students who were watching the self-broadcast, they were also dumbfounded, revealing their eyes in disbelief.

And Chen. Good. Yu also had a dumbfounded expression, but after all, he was well-informed, and his face quickly returned to natural.

"One, two, three, four, five!"

Wang Meng looked at the five big characters written on the snow-white background, and he was speechless for a while, and he didn't know how to evaluate Jiang Hao's font at all.

In order to show the font, the five of them basically chose a small poem, or just a euphemistic little word, or just an iron-blooded poem to protect the family and defend the country, and the worst one also wrote more than 30 words, because there were fewer words written, and the form of the font could not be displayed at all.

And Jiang Hao is good, he is very stingy, for fear of wasting ink, he actually wrote five words, or a set of data, which is really speechless.

Looking at the way he was contemplating just now, he thought he wanted to write something shocking, but it turned out that this was what he wrote!

Zhang Xiaoxuan's jaw almost fell to the ground, feeling that his previous worries were completely superfluous, looking at Jiang Hao's attitude, where did it look like a rematch? It's clear that he is teasing everyone again, but he still overestimates his strength, and it turns out that his penmanship is nothing more than that.

"Your handwriting doesn't seem to be out of place."

Zhao Yongkang's mind is the most delicate, otherwise he would not have written a beautiful and delicate font, and he soon discovered the difference between the five words.

Yes, the fonts written by five people, the penmanship is basically the same, from beginning to end is the same penmanship, temporary change of penmanship, will affect the overall viewing effect of the font, but Jiang Hao did the opposite, the penmanship of the five fonts is different, and now the five characters are placed together, as if five people of different heights are standing in a straight line, how to look weird.

"Jiang Hao won't be deliberately making trouble, right?"

Even people who don't know how to appreciate fonts, observing the five good and mismatched fonts written by Jiang Hao at the moment, they all feel that the words written by Jiang Hao are too ugly.

"Professor Chen, we invite you to be the judge and evaluate who wins and loses this time."

Zhang Xiaoxuan smiled, he was already sure that his own side would definitely win the first calligraphy competition, let alone let Chen. Good. Yu, a knowledgeable calligrapher, judged that even if an ordinary person was allowed to check it, he probably would not choose the font written by Jiang Hao.

"Hmm."

Old. Good. Yu nodded heavily, stood up from his seat in the expectant eyes of everyone, walked to the font written by Jiang Hao with some hurried steps, groped out reading glasses from his pocket, put them on his eyes, and lay on the font, studying word by word.

What is this?

Jiang Ling glanced at it with some surprise and observed the calligraphy and painting very carefully Chen. Good. Yu, isn't it just five words, as for the observation so carefully?

Could it be that the situation has changed?

Zhang Xiaoxuan was also Chen. Good. Yu's cautious attitude was dizzy, and he didn't understand that the five people on his side just now sat in place, and he could give comments without glasses, and after changing to Jiang Hao's font, he not only had to wear glasses, but also observed at close range, which was really incredible.

However, he carefully recalled the words written by Jiang Hao, according to his research on calligraphy, the five words written by Jiang Hao were too sparse and ordinary, and there was nothing special at all.

Zhang Xiaoxuan swallowed his saliva, looked up at Jiang Hao, and found that Jiang Hao also glanced at him meaningfully, which made Zhang Xiaoxuan's calm heart ripple.

Whew!

Old. Good. Yu Zuzu watched it for three minutes, more than the time it took to see the Wufu font just now, and he had to sing, and he reluctantly raised his gaze from the paper.

Not good!

Zhang Xiaoxuan's heart trembled suddenly, and he vaguely obeyed Chen. Good. Yu's eyes read something special, and he felt that something bad was going to happen.

"Since I am asked to be a judge, I simply rely on the old and sell the old once, I like Jiang Hao's font more, his handwriting is better than any of the five people."

Old. Good. Yu took a deep breath and announced the answer in his heart.

"What?"

The faces of the five people changed greatly, and their hearts were all shocked. Good. The meaning in Yuhua is obvious, but they just can't understand it, why is Jiang Hao's font actually better than their own? The point is, how good is it?

Even the questions that professionals can't understand, ordinary people sitting in the audience to watch can't even interject, they can only wait for Chen. Good. Yu's answer, they didn't dare to interject, for fear of saying something wrong.

"Jiang Hao, can you give me this painting?"

Old. Good. Yu looked at Jiang Hao expectantly, and his voice was a little excited.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." Jiang Hao waved his hand indifferently, isn't it just five words, what is there to be reluctant to give.

"Thank you."

Old. Good. Yu didn't expect Jiang Hao to be so easy to speak, so he hurriedly and carefully spread the paper on the table, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became.

"It seems that Jiang Hao is really skilled."

"If Jiang Hao's handwriting is not as good as that of five people, what is Chen. Good. Yu doesn't collect the words of five people, but he wants to collect the words written by Jiang Hao? ”

"Art, this thing, is really unfathomable, obviously looking at the five words that don't drop much, Professor Chen looks like a treasure!"

“……”

The spectators in the square all showed expressions of disbelief. Good. Yu knows some art students, they know Chen. Good. Yu has high requirements for calligraphy and painting, and it is rare to encounter calligraphy and painting like his eye, but this time he actually fell in love with the words written by a freshman, which is really unexpected.

"Ahem...... Professor Chen, can you comment on it, it can be regarded as popularizing science for those of us who don't know calligraphy, so that we can know how to judge and identify whether the font is beautiful. ”

Zhang Xiaoxuan organized the language and euphemistically raised his objections. Professor Chen is the referee he selected, once Jiang Hao really wins, it means that the five people who have just played will soon go to the poor mountainous area to teach, even if they lose, they should be defeated.

Professor Chen is an old man, how can he not hear the voice of Zhang Xiaoxuan's words, but he doesn't care, let alone Zhang Xiaoxuan can't understand it, even when he saw the five words written by Jiang Hao for the first time, he thought that Jiang Hao was completely messing around, and he didn't pay attention to this game at all.

Remembering Jiang Hao's solemn demeanor when he wrote before, he patiently observed Jiang Hao's five fonts written in different ways, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and the anger in his heart disappeared!

"Can't you see that the five fonts written by Jiang Hao correspond to the penmanship of the fonts written by five people?" Old. Good. Yu pointed to the five fonts completed by Jiang Hao and said word by word.

"One word corresponds to one stroke!"

Zhang Xiaoxuan was stunned for a moment, then walked to the table that copied Jiang Hao's work, and raised his hand to get the painting, but was stopped by Chen. Good. Yu retracted his hand with a glare.

It's really five different brushstrokes, which echo the five brushstrokes of their own members!

Zhang Xiaoxuan also has a certain appreciation skills, so he can't analyze the good or bad specifically, but it is still difficult for him to judge whether it belongs to a kind of brushwork, the key is that the brushwork of the five people is different, and it is not difficult to identify it at all.

"It seems unfair that you can judge a winner or a loser in one word."

There was a hint of unhappiness in Jiang Ling's tone, he wrote so many words, but he couldn't stand up to the word "one" written by Jiang Hao, which really made him very embarrassed.

"It's not a competition to see who writes more words, we look at who writes well, if you don't admit defeat, you might as well compare the word wild grass written by Jiang Hao with your wild grass.

Your wild grass put. Uninhibited, but Jiang Hao's font put. Uninhibited, but not restrained, you might as well look at the finishing stroke of a word, the convergence is very crisp and sharp, and your words are a bit muddy, lacking the sharpness and decisiveness of the quick knife to cut the mess.

Your wild grass is crazy enough, but it seems that it is insufficient, and although Jiang Hao only wrote one word, he can spy that the font he writes has reached the highest level of free retraction. ”

Old. Good. Yu didn't care about Gangneung's skepticism at all, the role of the teacher is to solve the doubts and teach, if he can't even answer the students' doubts, he won't become a professor.

"Understood."

Jiang Ling's eyes were compared with the font written by himself and Jiang Hao, and he nodded convincingly, remembering what the master had said, saying that his personality was too arrogant, and if he was too rigid, he would be easy to break, and he had to know how to be restrained in order to be able to get one step closer in penmanship.

"Wang Meng, the words you wrote are called three points into the wood, but your words are still very immature compared with the words written by Jiang Hao, you come and take a look, look at the clear traces left on this desk, this is called the real three points of the wood, you are too far away from him."

Old. Good. Yu naturally wanted to convince everyone, and then gave Wang Meng a comment.

"I'm convinced."

Wang Meng looked at the place where Jiang Hao had just put the paper, and found that there was indeed a piece of lacquer missing, and there was a storm in his heart, he really couldn't believe that someone could really practice calligraphy to such a shocking point, and the words he wrote were too weak.

"Huang Fei, your calligraphy is domineering and fierce, but your fierceness is not enough to be released, it always gives people a sense of deliberately suppressed grievance, and Jiang Hao's fierce font is domineering and overwhelming, so that people dare not look directly, just like an out-of-body sword, Hengshao Huanyu."

"Wu Yongjie, your handwriting is quite ancient, but it only has the shape of the ancients, and does not have the charm of the ancients, and you still need to learn from Jiang Hao."

"Zhao Yongkang, the words you write are very feminine, but they lack an inner agility and cultivation, and Jiang Hao's words just make up for this deficiency, and perfectly show the agility and softness that women should have."

Old. Good. Yu explained the shortcomings of five people at one time, and he didn't feel a little out of breath.

"Yes."

Zhao Yongkang nodded convincingly, Jiang Hao's five characters lay quietly on the paper, but it gave people a sense of coquettishness and agility of a sleeping beauty, as if it would float down from the paper and fall into his arms in the next moment!

"Any questions?"

Old. Good. Yu asked, turning his head.

"Nope."

The five of them shook their heads in unison, they were convinced, the anger in their hearts vanished, and they were ashamed of their ignorance.