Chapter 542: Cold body and support body, she doesn’t know what she can’t do [2 updates]


    Among the peers, Fu Qiao is very confident that no one can compare with her.


    Besides, no one has been able to get the personal rumor of Mr. Fu like her.


    But even if Ye Wanlan got a higher score than her in the first round of the game, it would be useless.


    Because she just wrote it casually in this round and has not shown her real skills yet.


    What''s wrong with her letting Ye Wanlan have a game?


    Thinking of this, Fu Qiaocai calmed down and watched the judges whispered to each other.


    "I give this piece 9.8 points, and it is written very well."


    "Well, but there is still room for improvement, so you can''t give too high points..."


    Soon, all the scores of the ten judges came out.


    The final result of the score addition is—


    96.40 points!


    With a "swish", the results were refreshed on the screen at the same time.


    [What a high score! This is Ye Wanlan''s first time participating in a competition? You can get such a high score for the first time]


    [I can''t compare to Fu Qiao. Fu Qiao got nearly full marks easily. 】


    [Everyone competed in the first round of the game with real skills and must have tried his best. Otherwise, if you can''t enter the next round, it would be awful. 】


    [Ye Wanlan''s score is really good, but she doesn''t seem to plan to specialize in calligraphy in the future? 】


    "Huh?" Xie Linyuan stared at the screen, a little confused, "The little junior sister''s calligraphy is far worse than what she usually practices writing."


    In addition to practicing sword and drinking, he was also one of his few hobbies in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.


    As an insider, he could naturally see the difference between this calligraphy and the characters that Ye Wanlan usually practices writing.


    The writing book is already as free as you want. In Xie Linyuan''s opinion, this copy of the word is even more casual.


    "Why, the Sword Saint who has countless enemies in the world doesn''t know that he wants to keep his trump card?" Hua Yingyue raised her eyebrows, "Since you don''t have to put in all your strength, you can win easily, so why do you have to use all your strength?"


    Xie Linyuan said helplessly: "I think this statement is just in martial arts."


    "No, everything is said like this." Hua Yingyue''s eyes were deep, "Alan won the top scorer in the liberal arts in the college entrance examination, and was the target of public criticism. There is nothing wrong with the person who possesses a treasure, but it will bring disaster. You have forgotten the Global Center."


    Hearing this, Xie Linyuan''s expression gradually became solemn.


    He has been walking in the world all year round, but he also knows that killing and robbing people happen all the time.


    The emergence of geniuses will indeed be recruited by all parties.


    But there are more geniuses that have been erased in the middle of growth.


    Such open and secret struggles led to the withering of martial arts geniuses in the martial arts world for a period of time.


    "Did Miss Ye use all her strength?" Xiang Shaoyu also asked, "Look, the six words "Hold the long tassels and tie the clouds" in the second stanza of this poem are obviously too casual."


    I guess the more points you deducted are precisely because of this sentence.


    Yan Tingfeng glanced at him and said without comment: "Your eyes are so vicious."


    "Natural." Xiang Shaoyu was fanning, "I have also collected a lot of authentic works of Fuguang. For me, calligraphy and painting are the most basic things that must be learned."


    Huo Yunyi hesitated for a moment: "What do you mean is Miss Ye retaining her strength?"


    "A writing practice." Yan Tingfeng smiled slightly, "Let''s continue reading."


    The happiest person on the court is Fu Qiao.


    She also believes that the contestants will use all their strength in the first round. Since Ye Wanlan''s score is lower than her, it will always be lower than her.


    Fu Qiao straightened her chest. She knew that Mr. Fu was watching today''s game in the private room. She would definitely prove it to him that she was the one who should inherit everything he did!


    There is no doubt that Fu Qiao and Ye Wanlan both entered the second round, and the third person was also a girl, who wrote about Han Tie.


    Although Su Xubai scored more than 90 points, he was still eliminated.


    He stepped down from the stage in a daze, and even Su''s mother who was waiting outside did not react immediately.


    "Xubai, don''t be discouraged. Your opponent this time is too strong." Su''s mother comforted him, "Miss Fu Qiao is the granddaughter of Fu Lao, and it is normal that she can''t compare to her."


    Su Xubai didn''t say anything.


    Su''s mother paused and asked again: "Xubai, do you know that Miss Ye, right?"


    Hearing Su''s mother''s question, Su Xubai was in a trance for a moment.


    At the beginning, Ye Wanlan was just a transfer student who had just entered through contact with Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School. However, just a year later, even his mother wanted to call him "Ms. Ye". How could the change be so big?


    It''s simply turned upside down.


    "Xubai?" Su''s mother called out again, "Are you listening?"


    Su Xubai forced himself to come back to his senses, and he lowered his head: "Well, mom, we are all from Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School."


    "Why didn''t you hear your mention of the nightmare?" Su''s mother looked at him with some blame, "Why is mom telling you? Such people must make friends early, otherwise it will be difficult in the future."


    Su Xubai pursed his lower lips, looking a little embarrassed.


    Of course he dared not say that he and Xue Yiwei once publicly rejected Ye Wanlan, and always thought that she was sensational and wanted to compete for all areas.


    "You and your father don''t have medical talent. Your generation is fine. We can still provide you with resources, but what about the future?" Su''s mother talked, "You must know more people like Miss Ye to get a wider road. They are all from the same school. After the competition, I will accompany you to invite Miss Ye to your house."


    "Mom, no!" Su Xubai blurted out.


    Seeing that he was abnormal, Su''s mother narrowed her eyes: "Xubai, are you hiding something from me?"


    "I..." Su Xubai''s voice was a little weak, so he had to change the topic in a hurry, "Mom, I saw Su Xueqing yesterday."


    "Su Xueqing?" Su''s mother''s expression changed, "Are you sure she appeared in Yunjing?"


    "Yeah." Su Xubai lowered his head, "I advised her to leave, but she didn''t listen."


    "Okay, you don''t have to worry about this matter anymore." Su''s mother''s eyes were a little more calculating, "Mom will deal with it."


    **


    The second round of the competition is about to begin, and Ye Wanlan is waiting in the waiting area.


    "Ye Wanlan, you can''t beat me." Fu Qiao stepped forward and sneered in a low voice, "The relationship between me and my grandfather is not something you can''t get away with."


    Ye Wanlan turned his head: "Did you eat garlic today?"


    Fu Qiao was stunned: "What?"


    Her expression was blank for a moment, and she obviously couldn''t understand why Ye Wanlan suddenly said this.


    "I''m very angry." Ye Wanlan said lightly, " Stay away from me."


    "Ye Wanlan, you..." Fu Qiao jumped out of her feet in anger.


    When she was about to curse, the bell rang out with a "clang" and the second round of the game began.


    "You wait!" Fu Qiao looked at her angrily, "The defeated general under his command!"


    The second round of the competition requires the participants to write in a different font from the first round of the competition. This restriction is indeed a great difficulty for the participants.


    Fu Qiao only practiced the font of Fu Bo, and the other girl specialized in the cold body.


    The two of them chose characters other than the three major fonts at the same time, which was very safe.


    Ye Wanlan picked up the pen without thinking. After dipping it in ink, he fell on the rice paper.


    This time, she wrote a **** letter left on the city wall before Emperor Yongshun Xiang Chen died in 1723 of the Shenzhou Calendar.


    "I have no face to deal with my ancestors and ancestors, and I will exchange my people for my death..."


    In just a few short sentences, Ye Wanlan wrote a bit difficult.


    After she let out a breath, she wrote down the final eight words—


    "The sun and the moon are above, shining on China forever."


    Ye Wanlan put down his pen and slowly calmed down the violent emotions in his heart.


    Fu Qiao glanced at her and snorted coldly.


    Just writing a piece of calligraphy, breathing can be accelerated, and it is really not enough to achieve success.


    As time comes, three characters are displayed in front of the judges and live broadcast screens at the same time.


    90% of the audience saw the first word Ye Wanlan, because her font is very outstanding.


    [Wait, isn’t this a cold body? ! 】


    [She can support her body and also have cold body? Is she a pervert? 】


    Thank you for your support, see you tomorrow~~