"Is this really a child's handwriting?"

Dong Fang looked at the words in Fei Wuji's hand in disbelief.

Although he is a well-known painter, calligraphy and painting are not separated, and his calligraphy attainments are actually not bad.

Of course, you can see the extraordinaryness of this Yongzi at a glance.

Fei Wuji looked at Zhang Ping'an in disbelief at this time, and did not answer Dong Fang's question.

He wrote this word with his own eyes, is it still fake?

[What do you mean, are these two professors praising the little heavenly master's handwriting? 】

[The cameraman just gave me a close-up, I think it's beautiful, but there's nothing special about it!] 】

[I can see something in just one word, maybe it's just a good copy.] 】

[Yes, yes, these two professors are making a big fuss, and I feel pretty good when I occasionally write a word or two!] 】

In the live broadcast room, seeing that the two professors reacted so much, they immediately began to discuss.

At this time, most of the viewers in the live broadcast room were brought by the traffic of a few stars.

These people didn't know that Zhang Ping'an had many miracles that were different from ordinary people, so they also questioned it when they saw this.

A small number of old viewers who spoke for Zhang Ping'an were knocked out of sight as soon as they spoke.

So at this time, in the eyes of those watching the live broadcast, the entire live broadcast room was full of doubts.

Wang Fei was also thinking at this time, and this might be a good opportunity for him.

At yesterday's kung fu competition, Zhang Ping'an commanded Reba to completely subdue him.

Originally, he was ready to give up, but Mr. Ma was still threatening him.

"Whether it works out or not, I'm afraid it depends on this time!"

After Wang Fei muttered to himself, he stood up and walked in the direction of Fei Wuji and the others.

"Two teachers, is there anything wrong with what Little Heavenly Master wrote?"

Wang Fei pretended to be curious and asked.

At this time, Fei Wuji and Dong Fang were amazed when they saw that word.

"The handwriting of this word is thin, to thin without losing its flesh, and its details can be seen especially in the graceful place!"

"The strokes are relatively thin and hard, but the brushwork is exposed, and you can clearly see the traces of the pen movement such as the Teton!"

"This character can be regarded as creating a very unique font style!"

When Fei Wuji saw Wang Fei asking, he also began to comment on Zhang Ping'an's words.

Wang Fei was a little confused, he really didn't understand what Fei Wuji was saying.

But he only felt that it was too fake to give so many comments in just one word.

He was a little hesitant just now, but now he is more confident that there is something wrong with this.

"Two teachers, you can't seem to tell the good or bad with just one word, right?"

"Why don't you let Little Heavenly Master write a work and come out and make a judgment?"

Wang Fei reminded him at the right time.

Fei Wuji was a little sorry at this time, there was only one such good word.

After hearing Wang Fei's words, his eyes lit up.

"Kid, can you write a piece of art in this font?"

Fei Wuji asked cautiously.

After fully understanding this word, he didn't dare to underestimate this little kid anymore.

[What's the matter with this Wang Fei, at this time, it is his turn to brush up on his sense of existence? ] 】

[The program team hurriedly dealt with this plague god, it's annoying to look at him! ] 】

[Although I also discuss Wang Fei, I think what he said this time also makes some sense. 】

[Yes, yes, I also think that Fei Lao only relied on one word to give such a high evaluation, but it is a bit too much. 】

[Whether the little heavenly master has a level or not, let him write a complete work can be seen! ] 】

In the live broadcast room, some people scolded Wang Fei for coming out at this time to brush up on his sense of existence.

Some people also think that Wang Fei's proposal is right, and they think that Zhang Ping'an can only see the real level by writing more.

At this time, everyone looked at Zhang Ping'an, waiting for Zhang Ping'an's response.

"Of course, is there a requirement for the content?"

Zhang Ping'an smiled slightly and agreed to Fei Wuji's proposal.

"No requirement, children, you can write your best words!"

Fei Wuji also responded with a smile.

At this time, Wang Fei sneered in his heart.

I didn't ask for anything, it was obvious that I was singing a double reed.

I'm afraid I've been prepared for a long time, so I'm ready to change it to a master's writing when I write.

Thinking of this, Wang Fei subconsciously touched the miniature camera disguised as a button on his chest.

At this time, Zhang Ping'an happened to raise his head and looked at Wang Fei's chest.

Wang Fei's heart was all sudden, was he discovered?

But then Zhang Ping'an lowered his head and picked up the brush.

Seeing this, Wang Fei breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

The miniature camera is working normally, and it will soon be able to expose the scam of Zhang Ping'an and the program team.

Wang Fei looked at Zhang Ping'an, who was sitting at the desk and began to write, with an excited face.

At this time, Zhang Ping'an lifted the tip of the pen and touched the paper.

The pen began to dance on the paper.

Without looking at the work, this technique alone is an art that is pleasing to the eye.

Let's look at what Zhang Ping'an wrote.

I don't do bad things in my life, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night!

Wang Fei kept staring at Zhang Ping'an's hand, and he wanted to point it out directly when he found out about the fraud for the first time.

So he looked at it more seriously than anyone else, and subconsciously read down the words written by Zhang Ping'an in his heart.

"I don't do anything bad in my life, in the middle of the night."

Before he finished reading, Wang Fei's heart slammed out.

The whole person subconsciously jumped backwards and fell to the ground.

"Teacher Wang Fei, what's wrong with you!"

Lin Meng saw Wang Fei fall suddenly, and hurriedly went up to help.

At this time, Wang Fei's heart was beating very fast, and his chest rose and fell violently.

His eyes were full of horror, and he knew very well in his heart that this sentence was written specifically for him!

"It's okay, it's just that the little heavenly master's words are too good, I'm a little excited."

Wang Fei squeezed out a smile and got up from the ground.

Lin Meng relieved his heart and turned his head to look in the direction of Zhang Ping'an.

I saw that at this time, the two old men were silent at the same time after seeing Zhang Ping'an's calligraphy.

Lin Meng's heart was all sudden.

Could it be that Zhang Ping'an's level is far inferior to the word just now?

[Why are these two old men so anxious, why don't you say something! ] 】

[This sentence is quite interesting, and this word is really good-looking. 】

[I'm not a professional, I want to say that I don't know if this work is good or not, as I said at the beginning, I'm not a professional. 】

[It's good-looking, but whether it's good or not still needs a professional to speak!] 】

Seeing that the two professors did not speak, the comment area began to discuss Zhang Ping'an's works.

The conclusion is that good looks are good, but why they look good is not known.

Lin Meng also finished reading Zhang Ping'an's words at this time, and nodded subconsciously.

This work is perfect in her opinion.

"Then the two professors, can you comment on the work of the little heavenly master?"

Lin Meng asked the two old men in silence.

(End of chapter)