Lin Fusheng and Zhao Zhongming tried to read and write, to be honest, he really didn't know the bottom in his heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info wants to say that he is literate a lot, it was in his previous life, but in this life, although he has read a lot of books, if Zhao Zhongming really says a rare word to test him, he may not be able to succeed in the transformation of simple and traditional Chinese immediately. There are a lot of cumbersome words in ancient times.

For this reason, Lin Fusheng thought of a bad trick again, and wanted to tease this jealous Zhao Zhongming.

He staggered up from his seat, pretended to be thinking hard, and slowly walked to Zhao Zhongming's table. He looked down at the things in the study room placed in front of Zhao Zhongming, and asked with a smile: "Dare to ask Brother Zhongming, what color is your inkstone?" ”

Zhao Zhongming was stunned for a moment, and faintly felt that in this guy's eyes, there was another look in his eyes when he asked him where the oxtail was going. I was a little more vigilant, and after thinking about it, I didn't say anything.

The schoolchildren didn't pay much attention, and opened their mouths and said, "It's black." Does this need to be asked? ”

Zhao Zhongming hesitated for a moment, and then said casually: "Well, black." ”

"Well, it's extreme!" Lin Fusheng smiled faintly and nodded cautiously: "Then, ask Brother Zhongming again, what color is this brush stained with ink?" ”

Zhao Zhongming frowned, and said with some annoyance: "Naturally, it's still black." ”

"Okay, the little brother will come up with a word, please Brother Zhongming, use this black ink, black pen, to write red characters on this paper."

"Huh?" Everyone was shocked.

Li Yan'er pouted, looking suspicious. Could it be that Brother Fusheng is talking about those stones and woods, which ones have a headache?

"How is this possible? How to write red letters with a black pen, even if the saint comes, he can't write it! Zhao Zhongming was immediately annoyed and turned his head to the side. This guy is clearly playing tricks on me again.

Lin Fusheng said hey, and arched his hand: "Since Brother Zhongming can't write in red, then, the younger brother will go up the mountain!" ”

With that, as if he was all right, he turned around and was about to leave in the angry eyes of the crowd.

"Stop! You and I haven't decided the winner yet, you are not allowed to leave! Zhao Zhongming refused to leave it at that.

"Uh,......" Lin Fusheng turned around, with a new look on his face, and asked: "Since Brother Zhongming can't write what the younger brother said, it means that the younger brother is slightly better, how to say it, has not yet won or lost?" ”

Zhao Zhongming just couldn't get used to Lin Fusheng, so he looked like he was cheap and behaved, and said angrily: "You obviously mean to make things difficult." The black pen writes in red, and no one in the world can write it. How can I be counted as losing! ”

"Can't anyone in the world write?" Lin Fusheng was shocked, glanced at the schoolchildren, and asked, "Could it be that ......, you don't know how to write?" ”

The schoolchildren looked at each other for a moment and nodded yes.

"Oh, that's the Master's negligence! Such a simple word ......, alas, I am afraid that the master forgot it for a while, and the younger brother will go up the mountain for a while, and he must know the master's matter. ”

"Wait, you're in such a hurry. If you can write in scarlet, then write it and tell me to wait. Zhao Zhongming expected that Lin Fusheng was just talking nonsense, and he was in a hurry to leave at this time, just wanting to run away.

"Yes, yes, if you can write it, we will obey you!" Several of the students chimed in.

"Oh? Really, you're all convinced of me? ”

"Humph! You write it out first! Zhao Zhongming was not convinced, and then got up and left his seat, waved his hand, gave way to Lin Fusheng, and asked him to sit down and write.

"Well, since it's hard to resist the hospitality, I'll show my hand." Lin Fusheng sat down on the seat with a wicked smile, lifted the pen and dipped it in ink, looked at the students and shook his head and sighed, "Alas, you can't write such a simple word, how will you get fame in the future." You guys, don't be greedy for fun, be diligent in your studies! "Bow your head and write.

Li Yan'er watched Lin Fusheng write intently, and couldn't help muttering: "This ink is obviously black, can Brother Fusheng really write red characters?" ”

"Whatever, if he can't write it, it's none of my business." Beside Li Yan'er, Tian Rong, a little fat man holding a big cake, was shaking his head indifferently, eating his mouth full of scum.

Looking at Lin Fusheng again, as soon as the ink pen fell, two strokes were made, and a big "red" character immediately appeared on the paper. Immediately, he put down his pen and got up, and smiled at everyone: "This is the red letter." Feel free to circulate it, hahaha......"

The schoolchildren were stunned, Zhao Zhongming picked up the paper and asked, "Where is this red letter, this is clearly black letter." ”

"yes, yes, it's black." The crowd shouted casually.

Lin Fusheng shook his head and looked at everyone in surprise, "Not only do you not know the word 'red', but you don't even know the word 'black', and you don't even know the word 'black'." It's really been in vain to read the books of the past few years. I thought it would be better not to go around and try with others, so as not to lose the face of the Master. ”

After saying that, Lin Fusheng turned his little hands behind his back, his head shook like a rattle, and he left Qingyun Pavilion with a straight step.

Li Yan'er sneered, "I knew that Brother Fusheng would definitely win!" Then he chased him out.

At this time, the little fat man stepped forward and looked at the "red" word on the paper, and said disapprerovitically: "Isn't this just a red letter, why do you all say it is a black letter?" Hey, you don't recognize the red letters, it's better than me. Hey. ”

Zhao Zhongming took the piece of paper with the word "red" written on it, thought about it for a long time, and finally understood, his hands were clutched, and the paper was crumpled into a ball, "Hmph!" I only know cheating, and I am not a righteous gentleman! ”

Originally, the schoolchildren in the school didn't have any holidays. It's just that in the past, because Zhao Zhongming was the oldest in the school, the most knowledgeable, the master's favorite, and the student with the best conditions in the family, they all loved to hug his thighs. This newcomer, if he wants to have a family background and no family background, he wants to have no body shape, and he has to compete with them Zhao Boss Yan'er, of course it will not work.

However, after this competition, except for Zhao Zhongming, the other schoolchildren in the school looked at this young and poor farmer's son differently. Regardless of whether it is great wisdom or small cleverness, in short, people can always be invincible, and you can just turn around.

Therefore, no one is looking for any more boring things to provoke this little guy who is not easy to mess with. There are even some people who ran over without anything and said a few words to Lin Fusheng. The first person headed by this is Zhao Zhongming's follower, Hu Youren.

"Fusheng, what is your birthday, I'll help you calculate." Hu Youren bowed his waist, squinted his eyes, raised his eyes, and looked at Lin Fusheng with a chattering look.

Lin Fusheng looked at him like this, if he added a pair of small round glasses to his nose, he would be a sour talent. I couldn't help but quip: "Don't count, I know that you will definitely show off your talent in high school in the future." ”

"Huh?" Hu Youren's eyes lit up, as if he had seen a fellow practitioner, "Fusheng doesn't know my birthday, can you calculate it?" ”

Lin Fusheng smiled slightly, "Don't count, if you don't win, then I'm sorry for your body!" ”