Ma Zhifeng on the side waited for the applause at the scene and stopped.

Only then did he pick up the microphone and said: "I can't describe Zhang Xingxing's calligraphy in words, I only know one thing, he is our Huaxia, no! He is the pride of the whole world!"

"Bang Bang!"

There was another round of applause.

In the end, it was Cui Mubai's turn to comment.

Cui Mubai held the microphone tightly in his hand, staring at Zhang Xingxing with a pair of eyes.

After a long time, he spoke up: "In ancient times, Wang Xizhi was admired and praised by the world because of his calligraphy, and later because he wrote the famous works such as "Lanting Collection Preface", he was called the saint of calligraphy!"

"The saint of calligraphy, the saint of allegorical calligraphy, the holy master of calligraphy, no one can reach the height!"

"However, now, our Zhang Xingxing, he has reached!"

"The "Lanting Collection Preface" he wrote is not inferior to Wang Xizhi in any way, and the speed is far beyond Wang Xizhi!"

"In my opinion, he is the book saint of today's world!"

"Roar!"

"Book Saint!"

"Book Saint!"

"Book Saint!"

The entire convention center erupted into a thunderous roar.

Everyone was excited, very excited!

They couldn't extricate themselves because of the appearance of a star in Huaxia!

......

After about five minutes, everyone's hands turned red, their voices were hoarse, and the sound of the convention center slowly stopped.

The host Zhang Kaifeng was also extremely happy, and said: "Next, please vote for the second round of the competition from the audience at the scene and in front of the TV!"

"180 seconds, the clock starts!"

"Click, click!"

The sound of walking in seconds was like a drum beating in the convention and exhibition center, which made everyone even more excited.

In the blink of an eye, the timer is over.

The host Zhang Kaifeng took the microphone and said: "The No. 3 delegation of the Huaxia Writers Association, the second round of votes is 1043 votes!"

"No. 2 Jingcheng University delegation, the second round of votes is 2021 votes!"

When he said this, Zhang Kaifeng paused for a moment, and then roared loudly in the highest voice.

"No. 1 Huaqing University delegation, the second round of votes is 132011 votes!"

"Roar!"

"Book Saint!"

"Book Saint!"

"Book Saint!"

The scene is instantaneous, exploding!

The terrible roar, as if there had been an earthquake, shook the windows of the exhibition center, and made a buzzing and trembling sound.

After a long time, the sound gradually stopped.

Zhang Kaifeng continued: "Let's enter the advertising time again, after the advertisement, it will be the last round of our literary competition, which is not to be missed, please don't leave." ”

Audience.

Ma Wei of the 2018 class pulled his hoarse voice and continued to shout excitedly: "Teacher Zhang, I love you!"

"Teacher Zhang, I love you!" Wang Hongmao seemed to be affected by Ma Wei, and also shouted.

The person sitting on the side was curious: "Teacher Zhang, who are you talking about?"

"Who is it? Who else can it be? It is Zhang Xingxing, Teacher Zhang, who drew the "Thousand Shrimp Picture" and wrote the "Lanting Collection Preface", Mr. Zhang!" Ma Wei said proudly.

"Really, he's your teacher?" said the sweet-looking girl with a melon seed face in the back row.

"Of course!" Ma Wei turned around and sniffled, not knowing that his mouth was a little dry, so he swallowed his saliva.

"That'...... Can you please help me get a copy of his autograph? I admire Mr. Zhang Xingxing too much. The girl's face was slightly rosy.

"Okay, let's exchange WeChat, and after getting the signature, I'll contact you. Ma Wei said with a smile.

"This ...... Good!"

Who would have thought that Zhang Xingxing's signature would allow Ma Wei to hook up with a beautiful woman in this way.

......

And at this time, the 2018 class group.

Wang Jiahao: I really knelt down for Mr. Zhang. Medical skills are awesome, martial arts are awesome, painting is awesome, and now calligraphy is also so awesome.

Deng Xinzhou: Ma Ma asked me why I was kneeling and watching TV......

Zhang Feng: Needless to say, Mr. Zhang is the god in my heart.

Ji Chong: In the future, if Teacher Zhang asks me to go east, I will never go west, let me eat, I will never drink water, and I will become a disciple of Teacher Zhang......

Bai Lianxi: This Teacher Zhang...... It's a little bit of a big deal......

......

Convention and Exhibition Center, on the stage.

Delegation Office of Huaqing University.

All the teachers and professors led by Tao Chenxuan stood around Zhang Xingxing, as if the students saw the teacher and bowed in unison.

Zhang Xingxing hurriedly said, "What are you doing here?"

"Master Zhang, don't persuade us, you deserve all the salutes of everyone in Huaqing University. Tao Chenxuan sighed.

"Huaqing University is the No. 1 university in China, but we always win last place in the annual literary competition. ”

"This year, we don't want to be the last one again, even if it's the penultimate one. But, we know, it's hard!"

"It's you, it's you who bring us the glory of being the first in Huaqing University!" Tao Chenxuan said excitedly, his eyes were full of blood.

Although the competition is not over yet, Huaqing University, which has won two rounds in a row, is undoubtedly the first place even if it gives up the third round!

Tao Chenxun continued: "Of course, what is more important is that you actually created the "Thousand Shrimp Picture" and the "Lanting Collection Preface", adding two more treasures to our entire human race!"

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Representative Office of Huaxia Writers Association.

At this time, the faces of all the members of the Huaxia Writers Association were very ugly.

For this literary competition, the people of the Chinese Writers Association have all been preparing for a long time.

even, at a great cost, opened up the insiders of the literary competition, so as to obtain the right to control the content of the competition.

The goal of the Chinese Writers Association is to ensure that the two are the first in this literary competition.

However, what about now?

They have already finished bottom two times in a row in two rounds.

Because Zhang Xingxing created "A Thousand Shrimps" and "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface", the members of the Huaxia Writers Association don't need to think about it, and they also know that this literary competition will definitely have a very high degree of attention.

finally had the opportunity to let the Huaxia Writers Association show its face, if the final overall score ranked last, and even, all three rounds of the competition were the last.

Then it's not a face, it's a shame.

All the people of the Huaxia Writers Association will never allow such a humiliating thing to happen.

"Alas, this second round is also a bit back. Most of us write cursive. However, I came across Zhang Xingxing's cursive writing of "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface", back!" The old man sighed.

"Who's to say it isn't. ”

In fact, they are not wrong, they are indeed very remorseful.

Similar to the first round, although their cursive writing was good.

However, if you meet someone who likes cursive writing, and at the same time see the cursive script they write, as well as the cursive script of Zhang Xingxing's "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface".

Well, who to vote for, is simply not a matter of thought.

That's why their votes hit a new low.

The old man took a deep breath, and his cloudy eyes bloomed with a bright light, "In the third round, we must win!"

"And you have to get the highest number of votes!"

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