It's good to write nine stacks of seals for carving.

"Then I'm going to practice."

Jing Sihan nodded and took her to a secluded small room on the second floor to practice.

I thought she was going to practice for a long time.

But after finding that the little girl had carefully copied it twice, the handwriting was like seven or eight points.

Darkness flashed in his eyes.

He stopped Tang Baobao, who wanted to copy it again.

Let Ji Wei take her downstairs to participate in the audition registration.

Huang Xing'er, who was in charge of receiving the registration, saw Tang Baobao who had signed up, and a little contempt and impatience flashed in her eyes.

"I don't think you're even 20.

So young,

What good words can be written,

If you want to join in the excitement and go elsewhere,

Don't increase our workload for fun, okay? ”

Tang Baobao is indeed young.

Throughout the audience, there are basically middle-aged people over thirty or forty years old.

There are very few young people.

Tang Baobao's appearance like a little sprout, among so many uncles, does seem to stand out from the crowd.

But is this a reason not to sign her up?

Tang Baobao smiled and pointed to the registration guidelines on the side.

"It didn't say that you can't sign up when you're young, and you can't be good if you're young? Your perception is wrong. ”

There was an urge to sign up in the back.

"If she wants to participate, let her participate, don't delay the time, we still have to sign up!"

"Tsk, it's really not the heart of the Yellow River that doesn't die,"

Huang Xing'er was impatient, and shook a registration form over lightly.

"Name, age, contact number, fill in and get out of here, don't delay my work."

Tang Baobao: "......Forget it", for the sake of 1 million, I will bear with you.

Tang Baobao filled in halfway and paused.

"What should I do if I don't have a phone number?"

Don't even have a phone?

Tsk, poor turtle.

Huang Xing'er rolled her eyes.

"Isn't it stupid not to write about your relatives and friends?"

After speaking, he continued to hand the form to the next applicant, looking disdainful of Tang Baobao.

Tang Baobao: "......" This girl can't talk well, right?

1 million!

1 million!

It couldn't be more important than 1 million!

She raised her head and beckoned to Ji Wei in the distance.

Ji Wei walked over.

When Huang Xing'er saw the cold and handsome Ji Yuan, she immediately sat upright and looked at Ji Yuan with an earnest face.

"This handsome guy is also ......"

But Ji Wei ignored her, didn't even look at her, and only looked at Tang Baobao intently.

"Miss Tang?"

Apricot Huang: "......"

"Ji Ming, I don't have a mobile phone, can I leave your mobile phone number?"

Ji Wei hesitated slightly, nodded, and wrote down the number.

After the two registered, they handed the information to Huang Xing'er, took the number plate, and went to participate in the audition.

Huang Xing'er stared at the backs of Tang Baobao and the others with heavy eyes.

Damn, for this poor man to ignore me, is this man blind?

Her eyes swept hatefully over the registration form.

"Baby Tang? Even the name is so frustrating! ”

While everyone was burying their heads in the information, she angrily threw the registration form into the trash.

"Hmph, just like her, she also wants to enter the audition, it's a dream!"

The audition was conducted under the photographic recording.

Each person is limited to 20 minutes to complete the work.

Basically, everyone will make the most of this time to ponder and only hand over the work at the last minute.

But Tang Baobao only went up and down for five minutes, and she also handed in two different works at once.

The staff in charge of collecting the works was shocked.

He wanted to persuade Tang Baobao not to be in such a hurry.

But when my eyes fell on those two works, I couldn't help but be stunned, this, this......

He hurriedly turned around and handed the two works to the judging table.

Several judges on the judging stand were also shocked when they saw those two pairs of words.

One of the judges with a gray beard asked curiously.

"Am I mistaken, hairpin flower Xiaokai, line calligraphy, these are two different brushwork, right? This is one who wrote it? ”

"Yes, yes,"

The staff who collected the works immediately nodded.

"It was written by a very young girl,

I took it from her hand,

And it took her less than five minutes to write both pairs. ”

"What?"

Several judges were shocked, and the two completely different styles of brushwork were just that.

The switch was completed in just 5 minutes, and there was not even the slightest sign of assimilation between the two, and the words were full of power!

How profound this power should be!

What an amazing talent this must be!

Good seedlings, this is definitely a good seedling!

"Quick, get that little girl!"

"Okay!"

However, there was a surge of people at the scene, and there were really many young girls who came to visit.

It's not easy to find someone.

The staff had to go to the registration desk with the entry number to find her registration information.

Huang Xing'er was smirking and pouring Coke into the trash can.

Someone shouted at her.

"Quick, give me the registration form for Participant No. 62."

Apricot Huang: "......"

She subconsciously glanced at the trash can, and the registration form she had just poured Coke on seemed to be No. 62.

She panicked, it couldn't be such a coincidence, right?

"What are you looking for Number 62?"

"The writing of 62 is so good, Jiang Lao and Yan Lao want to ask her to come over and talk."

Apricot Huang: "......"

How well is the handwriting done?

That definitely won't be that Tang baby!

She didn't believe in evil, and hurriedly flipped through the registration form.

But after looking around, there are registration forms for all numbers, except for No. 62!

She subconsciously shivered.

Could it be that No. 62 is really that Tang baby?

The staff member saw that she had been looking for a long time and had not found it, so he hurriedly urged.

"Huang Xing'er, where is the registration form for No. 62?"

"That...... It seems to be gone. ”

Huang Xing'er's eyes flashed, and she kicked the trash can under the chair.

"Maybe she filled it out and didn't give it to me."

"How could it not be handed over to you? How do you do this? ”

The staff member's name is Yan Li.

The Yan family, a calligrapher from H City, is from the same family as the Yan Lao he just mentioned.

Like Yan Lao, he is also a person who cherishes talents and loves talents, and is very rigorous.

Hearing Huang Xing'er's words, he felt that something was wrong.

But now is not the time to pursue it.

It's important to find the little girl just now.

He immediately went to the monitoring room in the back and called up the monitoring.

After a while, he walked over angrily with two security guards.

When Huang Xing'er saw his face, she panicked.

Yan Li pointed to the trash can under her stool.

"Get the trash can out."

A security guard immediately passed.

Huang Xing'er wanted to stop her, but when she saw Yan Li's eyes, she trembled and didn't dare to move anymore.

The security guard quickly pulled out a wet registration form from inside, and the handwriting on the registration form had been blurred by Coke.

Only the first three words No. 62 and Tang Baobao can be vaguely identified.

"Okay, you're doing well,"

Yan Li's face sank as if a blizzard had fallen.

Realizing that she had caused a big disaster, Huang Xinger instantly regretted not being at the beginning!

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