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In the room, sitting, standing, everyone's expressions became solemn, their eyes were focused on Zheng Shiru's hands, and on the white paper in front of them, waiting for this celebrity to give birth to an eye-catching splendid chapter. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The door is very open, the window screen is very thin, and the light is abundant, escaping into every corner, and even the mixed hair of wolves and sheep on the tip of the pen is clearly reflected in the eyes of people.

can see clearly, so I look at it with all my might, and I can't wait to see even Zheng Shiru's shrewd mind hidden under the skin.

This was originally a moment of great attention, and Zheng Shiru should behave like a dragon and snake flying, and his sharpness should be revealed.

I saw that after he held the pen, he began to write, and there was no surprise that everyone wanted to see, just like an eighty or ninety-year-old man, calmly holding the pen, and then calmly dipping the ink, calmly putting down the pen, as if there was a sense of heaviness that made him unable to fly easily, and could only be like a peer who was about to die.

Maybe it's because the things to be written are a little heavy, or maybe Zheng Shiru is too focused and serious, and the pen walks very slowly, as if he is carving flowers.

Ye Mu was a little stunned, Zheng Shiru's image should feel heroic and unrestrained, but at this time he suddenly became depressed, the surface seemed to be a sudden change in the style of painting, and it felt weird, in fact, Ye Mu knew that this was a technique to condense emotions.

When writing something depressing, some people will become depressed with the rhythm of the whole person with the emotion of the thing to be written, and this state will make people use their strength almost perfectly.

Obviously, Zheng Shiru is in this state, and he is dealing with the assessment questions very carefully.

Unconsciously, Ye Mu had respect for Zheng Shiru.

The light in the room was very bright, the light fell on the white paper, the light was bright, the ink fell on the paper, there was a little more black on the white, and the black slowly expanded, forming a certain texture, with a heavy feeling, gradually spreading slowly.

"The people are happy and ,...... in the matter of rise and fall"

Each stroke was made extremely seriously, and a short fu was slowly generated with the pen in Zheng Shiru's hand.

Zheng Shiru's demeanor has been very heavy, until he finished writing the last stroke, gave this article the name of "Rise and Fall and Sorrow", stood quietly for a while, and then the whole person slowly began to become young from an old man, and finally returned to that high-spirited, mature and charming demeanor.

Then, with a sigh, he put the pen down casually, stood at the table with his hands in his hands, and looked around at the people around him. There was a bright confidence in his expression.

Since Zheng Shiru put down the pen, almost everyone has looked at him intently, taking all his actions into their eyes, and the words on the paper have not fallen.

It is a very characteristic word, not the kind of particularly good word, but with the content of this fu, the word suddenly lit up, and it immediately looked particularly brilliant.

Everyone looked at the words, and then at the people, and at this time the words and people had been separated into two styles, both of which were impeccable and talented.

I will definitely be able to pass the assessment.

Those spectators, who were also involved in the assessment, secretly made up their minds in their hearts.

Among the people who participated in the assessment this time, Zheng Shiru is the most famous and has the best temperament, if he can't pass the assessment, then who else can pass?

Especially after seeing Zheng Shiru's performance, those who also participated in the assessment became more determined.

One after another, they all nodded, with excitement and expectation, ready to announce the verdict.

The room was still splendour, antique, empty, and filled with an atmosphere that was the source of the words on the paper, and the source of this atmosphere was those who saw it.

"A clumsy work, please taste. ”

Zheng Shiru put his hands behind his back, his eyes burning, and looked at the teacher of Huaxia Academy who was presiding over the assessment.

There is only self-confidence in his eyes, and this self-confidence has reached such a point that Zheng Shiru's whole person is set off tall, his demeanor has become tall, his speech has become tall, and he is so tall that it makes people feel a little rude.

"This ......"

The teacher of Huaxia Academy, who was in charge of the assessment, became a little embarrassed at this time, I don't know if it was difficult to determine the result, or because of something else, after hesitating, the whole person moved his legs and walked towards Zheng Shiru, and actually picked up the paper on the table.

After reading it carefully, I felt that this Fu was really good, and nodded while reading, the expression on his face stretched, and at the same time, under the influence of Fu, there was some sadness between his eyebrows, but more joy.

Those who also participated in the assessment saw the expression of the person in charge of the assessment of the Drunken Immortal Building, and became more and more sure of the judgment just now, and their faces showed some joy, as if they were the ones who were about to be announced to have passed the assessment.

The most joyful on their faces were the old men, who were ashamed because of Ye Mu, and covered their faces with their sleeves, but at some point, they forgot to cover them, their eyesight was not enough to make them see the words on the paper clearly, but they could see Zheng Shiru's writing movements and demeanor, and they could see the expression of the person in charge of the assessment when he read the text on the paper.

It just so happened that they liked Zheng Shiru's performance when he wrote the speech, and at this time, Zheng Shiru saw the demeanor of an idol.

"This Fu is wonderful, it should be ......"

The teacher of Huaxia Academy, who was in charge of the assessment, paused for a moment and was about to open his mouth to announce, and everyone was full of anticipation.

A somewhat abrupt voice came out:

"The writing is acceptable, but it is really difficult to mention it when it comes to wonderful. The theme of Wenfu is even more messy, it is difficult to tell the true meaning, if this can pass the assessment, I am afraid that the threshold of the Drunken Immortal Building will be trampled!"

When everyone heard this sudden words, they were stunned, and after the consternation, there was an uproar, and countless eyes searched in the direction of the sound.

I saw Ye Mu sitting firmly on the table, his demeanor was calm, and he was not disturbed by everyone's eyes.

The two Song Valve next to them also showed a look of surprise, not understanding why Ye Mu spoke like this.

Song Yuzhi looked at Ye Mu, his eyes widened, and he looked surprised, Song Shuang looked at Ye Mu, the signature smile on his face froze, and the hand stroking his beard stopped, full of consternation.

The two women next to Ye Mu also looked at Ye Mu with the same feeling.

Zheng Shiru and the teacher, who were standing at the table, only felt that something exploded in their hearts, and the expressions on their faces changed.

Especially the teacher, who knocked his teeth coldly in his mouth, his eyes were a little panicked, his eyes looked at Ye Mu, showing a little shame, Ye Mu saw it clearly, and waved his hand at him, indicating that it was okay.

"I also asked this son to give a convincing reason, Zheng everyone's masterpiece is really unbearable to be so humiliated. ”

A person who participated in the assessment stood up, bowed his hand unceremoniously to Ye Mu, and then said.

Everyone's eyes became strange, as if they were supporting the person who questioned Ye Mu from afar, and they also wanted to know the answer.