The wind is down.

The moment she put down her pen, her surroundings were silent.

Zhang Bo'er, who came over to speak, seemed to have been pinched by someone's throat, his mouth was still open, but there was not a single sound, and even subconsciously breathed lightly.

Zhang Boer couldn't understand what kind of calligraphy was good, but the characters were not beautiful, and they looked comfortable, so he could say goodbye.

The words written by Feng Yin are very contrasting.

It's not as sharp as imagined, but it gives people a kind of comfort like a spring breeze, and they can't help but indulge in it.

What's even more amazing is the temperament of the wind moaning.

After she put down the pen, she exuded a kind of aura, a kind of master's chic bearing in the mountains and rivers, some floating and some down-to-earth, very complex, monopolizing a world.

[There is a feeling of not daring to speak, for fear of disturbing the wind and groaning. 】

[Me too, it's amazing, it's just a live broadcast. 】

[The culture is not enough, lie down to make it, that word is really good! ] 】

As netizens said, they can't read it, but they only feel that Feng Yin writes well.

There's even a wonderful sense of pride that everyone is really good.

Proud of the wind!

The wind groaned so badly that they had a sense of pride.

At the same time, the four bigwigs who watched the live broadcast were also shocked.

Wen Xuelan: This word looks like I want to embroider it.

Duranting: I want to paint! Inspirational, with this word is just right!

Hu Dashan: I have a tone in my head, and I want to write it, this word is really beautiful.

Mizukisheng: It turns out that this is the killer feature of Wind Yin.

At this moment, Mizuki really understood.

No wonder he thought that Feng Yin's methods were a little rough before, but when the words of Feng Yin fell, he understood that the killer was here.

As long as Xu Mingshan sees the words of Feng Yin, then everything Feng Yin asks for is no longer a problem.

However, the person who can write this first word has his own bones.

Mizuki began to regret that he should have struck first.

I always feel that Xu Mingshan will rob people.

Thinking of Shui Musheng here, he couldn't sit still, he finally fell in love with the Go seedlings, but he couldn't be snatched away by Xu Mingshan.

"Lao Xu is here."

"You said that Lao Xu saw what kind of expression this word was."

"I guess I have to take some medicine, or it's not easy to get excited."

The three bigwigs commented, and Mizuki suppressed his inner impulse and continued to watch.

In the classroom, Xu Mingshan checked each student's words from front to back and gave some guidance.

The atmosphere was very good, and he walked towards Feng Yin with a smile, standing on the opposite side of Feng Yin, and only footsteps could be heard in the live broadcast room.

This is also why the four bigwigs knew that Xu Mingshan was coming.

Xu Mingshan hadn't looked at Feng Yin's words yet, he didn't want to be seen by Feng Yin's live broadcast room, so he stood opposite Feng Yin.

"How's it going, I'll ——— it"

Silenced.

The moment Xu Mingshan lowered his head, the silence was automatically silenced.

No one knew what was going on in his head, only that the voice that had been speaking was gone.

With a "click", Feng Yin put the brush in his hand, smoothed the sleeves without wrinkles, looked up, and looked at Xu Mingshan with a smile.

"Please rate it."

Feng Yin's voice interrupted Xu Mingshan's appreciation, making him recover from his shocked trance, and finally raised his head and looked at Feng Yin's light eyes.

"You ——— ——— I'll ——— wait."

Xu Mingshan wanted to say too much, and he didn't know where to start for a while, so he could only calm down for a moment, take a deep breath, and clear his thoughts.

"Girl, did you do it on purpose?"

Girl?

What is this called?