The sun was just right, the smoke was as warm as a crisp, and in the pleasant and cheerful breeze, several judges of the calligraphy group slowly got up, their faces full of smiles, and each of them held a calligraphy work in their hands.

"Just now when the painting group reviewed, the review of our calligraphy group finally came out of the results, I have to say, there are talented people in the country, and this year's calligraphy works are very exciting and exciting for several of us."

"We also have a unified judgment on who will win the first place, but for the sake of fairness, we will show the top five works and then judge, I believe that the eyes of the masses are bright!"

After the words fell, the five calligraphy works have been quietly unfolded.

The leaders on the rostrum were a little puzzled at this time, because according to the established procedure, the evaluation of the calligraphy group should not be at this time, especially in the form of such a public review.

So, why did the calligraphy team make such a strange move?

Yang Fei was a little nervous, yes, just nervous, this was an emotion he had never felt since he learned calligraphy, but now it appeared clearly.

It felt so nasty and tormenting!

Originally, he was domineering, arrogant, and determined to win, because he believed in his own strength.

However, after the evaluation results of the painting group appeared, Bai Ye's name and figure pierced his heart like a thorn, painful and accompanied by cracks.

His self-confidence was no longer complete.

He didn't believe how good Bai Ye's ten-minute painting could be, but the fact is that Bai Ye won the championship, so what about Bai Ye's calligraphy work that took less time?

Will it be unsightly, Yang Fei looked forward cautiously.

Looking at the few works in front of me, there are some laws and skills on the whole, but most of them are left in a very superficial imitation stage, at most they are only a little deeper.

Soon, Yang Fei's gaze was fixed on his work, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, which was the convergence of his painstaking efforts, and now the pinnacle of his work.

The content is a seven-character quatrain, with his calligraphy attainments, imitating the calligraphy style of the calligraphy master Yan Zhenqing, it has reached the perfect realm, only one step away from it, integrating into his own artistic conception, and achieving a real calligraphy master.

Yang Fei thinks that such calligraphy works are already the best among the young generation, and it is too difficult for people of the same generation to surpass them!

No matter how powerful Bai Ye is, at most he will be tied with him, and he can barely accept such a result.

Because even so, he is already very high-minded, a young man with the qualification of a top painting master, will he also take the lead in calligraphy?

After all, people's energy is limited, on the one hand, far beyond ordinary people, then there must be one aspect that is inferior to others, all-encompassing, flawless, at least for a young man who is not more than twenty too difficult.

It's so hard that it's impossible!

Thinking silently, Yang Fei's mood finally calmed down a lot, calligraphy, he has a great hope of winning the championship, and he will definitely not be like Cai Jin's unlucky bastard!

It's just that when his eyes included the last calligraphy work, in an instant, his mind was like a landslide and the earth cracked, turning the river and the sea.

All the self-confidence, all the firmness, all the courage turned into nothingness at this moment, and there was nothing left.

"How can this be, how can there be such a demon in this world, compared to him, a genius like me is probably not much different from those ordinary people!"

"God, if you are born Yu, you are born bright!" Yang Fei howled in pain in his heart, the previous honors, from today onwards, will have nothing to do with him.

In the playground at this time, Yang Fei was not the only one who was swaying and turbulent, but everyone, whether he knew calligraphy or not.

As soon as they see that calligraphy work, their feelings will burst out from the depths of their souls and tell them.

"That's the best!"

On the paper, there is only one character "emperor", which occupies the center, and nothing else, compared to the surrounding calligraphy works, it is very thin and simple.

But no one can ignore it and underestimate it, because it can suppress the Quartet with just one word, and all the calligraphy works participating in the competition seem so immature and vain in front of him.

Only it is full of domineering and imperial spirit from the bones, one horizontal and one vertical, every little stroke!

Its strokes, flesh and blood, like a supreme dragon hidden in it, high-spirited, in this world, there is no more of its kind, even words similar to it can not find a star!

Yes, it's a new typeface, it's a new kind of law, and with that, it's all the work in the room.

Creating fonts and laws is something that only a calligraphy master can really do, and the difference between a calligraphy master and it is simply unreasonable!

And the author of this calligraphy work is Bai Ye, the leader of the painting competition!

At this moment, people finally understand why the judges of the calligraphy group do not follow the rules, and ask such miracles, such attainments, what rules are there to restrain them?

The answer is no, just like the word "emperor", it should be the king of the world!

"Now we announce that in this calligraphy competition, Bai Ye's calligraphy work should be the first, with a full score of 10!" Following the 10 points in the painting review just now, there were also 10 points in the calligraphy review, and the creators of this incredible achievement are all the same people.

What kind of achievement is this, calligraphy and painting, without a trace of water, and at the same time, a young man's name will become a representative of miracles, known all over the world.

On the rostrum, Murong Bo and Liu Yong applauded wildly, they were so happy, the surprise that Bai Ye brought to them was so huge, even if they were a little difficult to accept, as if they were in a dream.

After only a week or so of teaching, there has been such a result, what a demonic apprentice, and how lucky they are to be able to become the master of the white night!

Along with it, the leaders of the other schools also stood up and applauded, whether they were sincere or not, they had to express their achievements in the white night.

This time, Jinju University is famous, and a demonic student who is both bookish and eloquent is enough to raise the shining signboard of Jinju University to another level, and the other schools that are catching up behind will always be able to catch up.

"Congratulations, Principal Murong and Brother Liu."

"Hey, you two old guys really have a successor, where did you find such a demonic apprentice!"

"Principal Murong and Brother Liu, please take care of me in the future!"

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The corners of Fang Shaohua's mouth were filled with thick bitterness, as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis, this time, he lost, and he lost completely.

But he has nothing to say, Bai Ye's victory is overwhelming, no matter books or paintings, the little book saints and small painting saints under his command are far from it, even if they can't catch up!

"Bad luck, not a crime of war!" With a sigh, the melancholy and helplessness in Fang Shaohua's heart were exhausted, his ambition was now empty.

As long as Jinju University has a demon like Baekya, he will never have the day to turn over!

On the playground, Bai Ye's name was shouted with all his might, and Bai Ye's figure was taken by all the cameras and camcorders, if it weren't for the fact that the school didn't allow interviews, I'm afraid Bai Ye would have been surrounded by reporters a long time ago.

But even so, Bai Ye was not easy, the calligraphy and painting staff of other schools participating in the competition, and even the judges of the Calligraphy and Painting Association all came to Bai Ye, either congratulating or asking questions, which made Bai Ye extremely irritable.

In desperation, Bai Ye could only forcibly push away the crowd and fled in embarrassment, and as for the subsequent awards or something, he was not ready to participate.

Originally, he didn't participate in this calligraphy and painting competition for honor, and if it wasn't for the request of the two masters, he wouldn't have come here to waste time.

Moreover, tonight's art evening also has his program, Bai Ye finds that his life is all kinds of busy, may I ask, where is the freedom?