Guo Chao exaggerated the twelve acquaintances just now, but he didn't expect that in an instant, the situation suddenly deflected, and he was a little blindsided for a while, and the whole person was a little panicked, as if he had swallowed a cockroach alive.

It's too much!

actually compared me to a female streamer, does he think that his sister is a talented woman like Qin Yutong?

Other people have some similar thoughts to Guo Chao, seeing that Zhang Twelve is dressed well, it is estimated that it is also from everyone, could it be that his sister is also a talented girl?

But it seems that this person has not been heard of in Liangzhou City?

"My homesick sister is just a young man, it seems that it is not impossible to surpass Brother Guo before the cardamom years, hahaha......"

Zhang Twelve's third sentence is a bit scolding.

The year of the hair is the seventh year of the later generations, and compare the words of a seven-year-old girl with a scholar in his twenties - you might as well kill him!

Looking at Guo Chao's eyes full of anger, it is estimated that if it weren't for the fact that he was a scholar, he would have rushed up to fight Zhang Twelve for hundreds of rounds, and he would have fought to the death!

pointed at Zhang Twelve with a trembling finger, but he couldn't even say a complete sentence, only the "you" of "you, you, you" kept there.

"Brother Guo, don't thank you, it's really the truth below, your words are indeed much better than your sister!"

Zhang Twelve did not forget to add oil and vinegar, and gave full play to the ability to kill people who are angry.

Thank you, sister! It's just too deceitful! I'm going to see what you're capable of!"

"This brother dares to say this, presumably calligraphy can be called everyone, why not show your skills here, so that we can have a look!"

Fart everyone!

Even Guo Chao himself didn't believe this, his idea was nothing more than that since you made me look ugly, then I would make you embarrassed!

Regardless of the others, Guo Chao still has some confidence in the words that he has practiced for more than ten years, hmph, as long as his words are not as good as himself - definitely not as good as himself, he will take the lead in ridiculing fiercely!

…………

Zhang Twelve was not humble, shook the sleeves of his robe, cleared his throat, and took a step forward, showing the spirit of a king - it was a real king, not the ugly king (8)!

Taking the fine brush dipped in ink from the maid's hand, Zhang Twelve took a deep breath, stared at the rice paper in front of him, frowned, and couldn't write for a long time.

This scene fell in the eyes of Guo Chao and other scholars, and the excitement - let you pretend, don't you dare to write? Can't write it, can you?

The housekeeper next to him also urged: "This son, what's wrong?" ”

"Hey, there are so many of them, I can't remember what font to write in for a while."

Zhang Twelve frowned and said worriedly.

The others couldn't wait to go up and shake him awake: Big brother, please don't blow it, okay?

Forget it, just write it, anyway, no matter which font you use, it's a sure win!

Thinking so, Zhang Twelve began to put down the pen, and in a moment, he finished writing and handed the fine brush to the little maid again.

"Huh? This font is so strange, I don't seem to have seen it? ”

"Huh! This mana penetrates the back of the paper, and it is three points into the wood, good words, good words! ”

"Really good words! It's just that this word is written - it doesn't seem to be elegant on this occasion, right? ”

Guo Chao looked at the hearty font on the rice paper, and his heart that was thinking about how to ridicule just now suddenly fell to the bottom, he has practiced calligraphy for more than ten years, and he can naturally see the quality of the words.

In terms of words alone, he is inferior to him, and he is not even qualified to lift shoes for people!

His unintentional statement just now turned out to be true—this boy who seemed to be a few years younger than himself actually had everyone's realm—no, this word was simply better than all the words of everyone he had ever seen!

Could it be that he came from a hidden calligraphy family?

Isn't it surprising that his young sister can write a good hand?

Ay!

Guo Chao suddenly felt that he was a failure, his family background was not comparable to others, his appearance was not comparable to others, Nima was even 108,000 miles behind others in talent and learning, is there anyone in this world who is more aggrieved than him?

Let me die!

If he was filming a TV series, the director would definitely give Guo Chao a close-up shot of him covering his chest and spraying blood, but now that he is not filming, how can life be so exaggerated?

So it's better to leave our classmate Guo Chao to hide in a nobody's corner, and suffer internal injuries alone!

…………

Zhang Twelve is enjoying the worship of countless people, but he doesn't have the time to understand that Guo Chao is about to be hit and quit the calligraphy world, if he knows, he will definitely - except sigh, nothing else will be done.

Who told you to dig a hole for me and bury yourself in the end?

Dare to compare with Yan Ti, I'm afraid you think you're dying slowly!

"The word is a good word, but I also ask this son to explain to you why he wrote a "" word outside my Lu Mansion? Could it be that you are dissatisfied with my Lu Mansion? ”

The housekeeper stared at Zhang Twelve, his face unkind.

Zhang Twelve didn't care, and said with a cheap smile: "This housekeeper, look at how the words on this rice paper compare to me?" ”

"It's not as good as that!"

"Don't you think that these words are just a lump of him compared to my words?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the word "" on the rice paper.

"Wow-"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the crowd, and the eyes that looked at Zhang Twelve were not very friendly, but no one dared to come out and accuse him.

How to blame?

Although they don't want to listen, the fact is that their words are really not as good as others', hey, they don't have the confidence to quarrel! Besides, looking at Zhang Twelve's lips before, hey, I guess it's really noisy and can't quarrel him!

Zhang Twelve directly ignored everyone, extremely proud, I like to see your unhappy but helpless look!

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The housekeeper no longer delved into this issue, and when everyone had finished writing, he took the rice paper full of "Lu" and the word "" and entered the courtyard.

Although he is the chief examiner, he is not the examiner, and everything has to be decided by Master Lu Ziliang Lu.

After a while, the butler walked out with a list and began to announce the promotion places.

The cheers when he read the name were excited, and he was not secretly saddened by the reading, among the last hundred people, only more than 30 people got the opportunity to enter the Lu Mansion, it seems that the requirements of this Lu family master are not low.

Of course, our Zhang Twelve is also on the list of these thirty or so people.

But he was still not satisfied, and asked loudly: "Lord Butler, among these words, whose word is the master's favorite?" ”

Hearing this question, the housekeeper sweated and didn't know how to answer.

The housekeeper just witnessed the excited expression of the old man after seeing the word "", and repeatedly emphasized that he must let this person come in to see him, and it can be seen that the master likes the words written by this young man named Zhang Twelve the most.

But he can't answer Zhang Twelve now, can he tell him, "My lord likes your the most"?

Come on, he wants to live two more years!