Zong Rui and Bai Yun immediately looked at the audience.

Meng Juewen Zina and all the teachers and students stood up and waved their flags at the stage, and even they could feel the joy that overflowed with words.

The two of them showed joy on their faces: "Master Ning, it's our academy!" ”

Ning Yuchu raised his eyebrows: "Master has eyes to see." ”

As soon as Chu Zi'an got off the stage, he was lifted up by his classmates and thrown into the sky.

The rest of the academy players passed by dejectedly.

The dean of Chongchuan Academy looked at the happy Jiangnan Academy, and threw down his sleeves with a heavy face.

In the first competition, as the organizers, they only won the second place, which was really in vain for him to spend so much effort on cultivating students this year.

Jiangnan Academy won the first place, which is reasonable, although the other major academies are not convinced, they can only concentrate on the following competition first.

In the second game, Yuan Yifei played.

On the stage are the elites of various academies, and they are all familiar faces over the years, except for the sudden replacement of Jiangnan Academy.

Yuan Yifei stood among a group of top students, his palms sweating.

Mr. Zuo read out the content of the competition: "Everyone needs to write the whole "Lanting Collection Preface" in the half-pillar incense. ”

As soon as the words fell, Yuan Yifei's fingertips curled, "Lanting Collection Preface"?

Isn't this what Ning Yuchu asked him to carry a few days ago?

It's really a blind cat that meets a dead mouse, otherwise you will have to laugh and be generous on stage.

He glanced at Ning Yuchu before he lowered his head and dipped his ink in the ink and began to write.

Everyone writes in a different way, some people are fast, some people are slow, some people draw one stroke, and some people can do it with one stroke.

The fragrance of ink was overflowing, and the atmosphere gradually became tense and intense.

Bai Moran has always only regarded Ying Huaichen as his opponent, and he never paid attention to others, so that he didn't care about this competition at all.

However, when he glanced at Yuan Yifei next door, his eyes were slightly dark, revealing a little surprise.

This man's penmanship has never been seen before.

Unexpected, and novel and energetic, not much worse than Ying Huaichen.

No, it's on par with him.

At this time, Bai Moran's heart was confused, the tip of the pen was crooked, and the words were ruined.

He took a deep breath and changed the paper to rewrite.

Bai Yun and the three of them stared at the stage for a moment, clasped their hands, and shouted in a low voice: "Yifei, come on, come on!" ”

Ning Yuchu glanced at the three people who were more nervous than the main master, and shook his head amusedly.

Yuan Yifei focused on the pen without the slightest distraction, and after he finished writing, several contestants were already waiting to finish writing.

When the time came, the host asked everyone to stop writing, and also sealed their names and handed them over to the three judges.

After taking turns to read the works, Mr. Zuo and Mr. Lin took turns to read the works and wrote the rankings in their hearts in order.

Ning Qizhan was the last to take it, and he flipped through it without hurry.

Over the years, he has helped the imperial grandfather review in the imperial study, and he has seen countless fonts.

At the moment, although there are some outstanding ones, they have not reached the point of stunning him.

It wasn't until he turned to the last page that his eyes froze, he looked at it repeatedly, and finally nodded.

Everyone in the audience stared at the three adults tightly, and they couldn't help but zoom in on any micro-expression and study it carefully, for fear of missing the slightest interpretation.

Unwrapping the paper envelope on the name, the first place chosen by the three adults is the same.

"First place, Jiangnan Academy, Yuan Yifei!"

When the host reported the results, Yuan Yifei was stunned on the spot.

He muttered incredulously, "Did I win?" Did I get the first place? ”

What answered him was the excitement and joy of his classmates rushing up.