Ah?
One person was enough? That was too much!
Why was President Wu so confident today?
Everyone was amused. Many of the onlookers also became excited!
Master Wei looked at Wu Zeqing with a faint smile. "It looks like Little Wu's calligraphy skills have improved recently? Then we really can't underestimate our opponent, right? "
Wu Zeqing smiled without saying a word.
Master Zhou was speechless for a long time. "Little Wu, are you sure you don't want her?"
Wu Zeqing nodded slightly. "Hur Hur, there's no need."
Master Zhou was also at his wit's end. He had always wanted to help Wu Zeqing. At the very least, he wanted to make the scene fairer. That way, the competition would be more exciting. However, Wu Zeqing's attitude left a lot of people extremely puzzled. Many of the people around her could not understand it either. Everyone acknowledged Wu Zeqing's skill and knew that she was not inferior to most of the calligraphers present. As long as Wu Zeqing did not slack off, in another decade or two, there would be an 80% chance that Wu Zeqing would be one of the calligraphy masters in the country. However, it was not a decade from now. Wu Zeqing was facing dozens of calligraphers and a calligraphy master. Did she really think that she could beat so many people by herself? She had such great confidence?
And one person was enough?
What was enough!? Even if there were dozens of them, it wouldn't be enough! And one person?
Everyone thought that when Wu Zeqing said "one person was enough", she was referring to Wu Zeqing herself.
Only Su Na knew that when President Wu said "one person was enough", she was probably not referring to herself, but the only teammate behind her!
Could Teacher Zhang do it?
Although he had said he could...
But did he really know calligraphy? Did President Wu really believe him when he said he could?
Su Na clenched her fist and raised it in that direction. It was a gesture of encouragement to President Wu and Teacher Zhang. At this moment, she naturally would not stand on her father's side. They were bullying with numbers, and even bullying a woman. Su Na's stance was very firm. Then, she stared at her father with disdain.
Father Su coughed.
The other calligraphers also looked embarrassed.
"Since I'm not missing, I'll just watch the show from the side."
"Me too. Old Yu, let's go have some tea."
"With so many people, I'm not missing. Haha, I won't bully Little Wu. It's fine if you bully the weak, but to bully with numbers, that's not right, not right."
"It's just for fun."
"You guys go ahead. I'll rest for a while."
At that moment, quite a few people consciously withdrew. Since Vice-chancellor Wu didn't need any teammates, they would just sit on the sidelines and watch the battle without helping anyone.
However, the difference in numbers was still too great.
Master Zhou deliberated for a moment and said, "Originally, we wanted to each compete for twenty rounds, but there is a huge disparity in numbers. Why don't we compete for three rounds to determine the winner?"
Wu Zeqing said, "Elder Zhou, let's do what we should do. I can't break the usual rules."
After all, today was the Calligraphy Association's anniversary celebration. If it wasn't lively, it would be boring. Master Zhou said, "Since Little Wu has said so, then alright. I'll decide. Let's break it down and compete in ten rounds. The one with the highest winning rate wins. How about that?"
Wu Zeqing said, "We'll follow Elder Zhou's arrangements."
"Alright, then let's begin. Hehe," Master Wei also said.
Master Zhou cleared his throat and said loudly, "Some of you might be here for the first time. Let me explain the rules first. It will still be using the method of drawing lots. Both teams will each draw once. After confirming the topic, the competition will begin. One question per round. You have to answer it within the allotted time of ten minutes, and it has to match the requirements of the topic. If it is a long poem or essay, you can extend the answer time by a certain degree. In principle, each question cannot exceed twenty minutes. The specific judging rules will be decided by me. Old Zhou, my reputation is not bad. Hur Hur.
"Elder Zhou, you must be joking."
"Yeah, of course I'm not worried!"
"If you aren't fair, then no one will be fair!"
Everyone laughed and said a few words. First, Master Zhou's character and qualifications were there for all to see. Second, the prize this time was Master Zhou's work, so of course he had the right to be a judge.
"Thank you for everyone's love and trust." Master Zhou said with a smile. He called for his disciple to bring two small wooden boxes that had been prepared beforehand. Inside, there were folded pieces of paper. The words inside could not be seen from the outside, but it was probably the scope of the question.
Wu Zeqing and Zhang Ye's seats were next to each other.
She tilted her head and smiled, "Ten rounds, half each?"
Zhang Ye shrugged his shoulders, "I'm fine with it."
"Alright." Wu Zeqing chuckled softly, "I really like Master Zhou's calligraphy."
Zhang Ye spat out the melon seed skin, "Anyway, I'll be fighting alongside you today. I'll definitely help you win that calligraphy piece. It just so happens that I haven't prepared a birthday present for you. Now, I have everything."
Wu Zeqing looked at him, "There's some difficulty."
"I'll give it a try." Zhang Ye actually did not have much confidence, but his aura did not lose to anyone.
Oh, your Master Wei's birthday is a birthday, but my President Wu's birthday isn't a birthday? Bullsh * t, this bro doesn't believe in this today!
You can bully me!
I don't care if you bully others!
But for a bunch of famous calligraphers to bully Old Wu? That won't do!
Actually, to be honest, that bunch of people did not have any intention of bullying Wu Zeqing. Wu Zeqing was a leader of such a high rank, so they did not dare to do so. It was mainly because they were giving Master Wei face. The importance of an old person's birthday and a young person's birthday was not the same. However, Zhang Ye's temper was like this. He was like a barrel of gunpowder that would explode at the slightest provocation. He did not care about this or that. This time, he wanted to fight for President Wu's face. In terms of closeness, Zhang Ye would definitely help Old Wu.
The drawing of lots began.
Master Zhou was sitting in the middle. He shook a small box in each hand, "Let's do it?"
Master Wei was sitting beside him. He stretched out his hand and grabbed one. When he flipped it open, there was only one word written on it — Ceng.
Wu Zeqing also gently stood up and gracefully walked over. She took out a small piece of paper from the second box and showed it to Master Zhou. On it were two words — Ceng.
Master Zhou immediately announced, "The first round's topic is out. You have to write a poem starting with the word 'Ceng' or 'Ceng'." This calligraphy competition might seem like it was a competition of calligraphy, but it was not that simple.
This kind of calligraphy competition might seem to be a competition of calligraphy, but in fact, it wasn't just that. If one were to randomly write "Teacher Zeng is a good man", it wouldn't be presentable. Therefore, it was needless to say that the competition's topics were all about writing poems and lyrics. Even if one did not write according to the allusions and ancient poems, one would definitely have to write ancient poems and lyrics according to the rules. Modern words or epigrams were not allowed. This was a rule that didn't need to be said. If not, why would there be any restrictions on these topics? It was to increase the difficulty!
"Ceng?"
"It's still Ceng?"
"This first question isn't difficult."
"But it's not simple either. Let's see how the two sides answer."
The people who were watching began to ponder. They were also answering the question in their hearts.
Wu Zeqing came back and casually said to Zhang Ye, "There are quite a number of poems with the word Ceng, but none of them are famous. They are all small poems and lyrics. This question is not easy to answer. Calligraphy is not only about the words, but also the intention. If the theme is not chosen well, it would be useless no matter how good the words are. Let me think about it."
Master Wei and the others were thinking.
Wu Zeqing was also repeatedly thinking about how to answer the question.
Zhang Ye did not have any reaction at all. He was munching on the melon seeds in a carefree manner. He did not look like an artist at all. He looked more like a freeloader.
The surrounding people were at a loss of whether to laugh or cry as they looked at President Wu's only teammate. This was a f * * king pig-like teammate. Was he just here to make up the numbers? He never stopped eating his melon seeds. Did he not eat in his previous life? At such an exciting moment in the competition, it's fine if you don't help Wu Zeqing come up with ideas, but your team is about to go on stage. Can't you at least have some competitive spirit? Do you only have melon seeds in your eyes!?
Su Na was also sweating. Teacher Zhang was too carefree.
Master Zhou smiled and said, "The five minute countdown begins."
The table, ink, paper, and inkstone were all prepared. They were placed in the middle of the two groups of people.
Opposite, a middle-aged man suddenly stepped forward and said confidently, "Let me do this question. Old Wei?"
Master Wei looked at him, "Little Wang wants to do it? Alright, I wish you victory in the first round! "
Teacher Wang loosened his wrists, "There's naturally no need to say that. I'll take the first round."
Choosing a poem that started with the word "Ceng" meant that there were no famous poems. Choosing a poem became a difficult problem. You had to at least know the poem before you could memorize it. This was also one of the difficulties of the competition. They were not allowed to search on the internet, so there was no point in the competition. Hence, this sort of competition was not only about one person's calligraphy skills, but also many other considerations. Hence, teams with more people naturally had an absolute advantage. This was because no one could have such a good memory and be good at all poems, be it famous or not, so they needed to brainstorm. Hence, Master Wei's team's Teacher Wang stepped forward to answer the question. He happened to know an ancient poem that started with the word "Ceng". There was no question. It was a short poem recorded in an ancient text book. The mood was not too good, but it was not bad either.
He began to write:
Once drove a claw soldier to the three sides of tranquility, a new gift of beard ginseng to the six righteous poor.
Unexpectedly in the evening Wen Chang knows there's a moon, pitiful as in Yu Lou.
Putting down his brush, Teacher Wang looked at Wu Zeqing with a smile, "Teacher Wu, it's your turn?"
"Good words!"
"The poem isn't bad either."
"Sis Wu is up for it."
"This poem should be the most famous poem that starts with the word" Ceng ". It's also the most famous one. Teacher Wang has already written it, so what should President Wu write?"
Everyone conversed in whispers to prevent their voices from affecting the competition.
Master Zhou looked at his watch, "There's still three minutes."
Wu Zeqing conversed with Zhang Ye, "I know a poem, but the mood isn't good enough. It's slightly worse than Teacher Wang's. It also doesn't have any allusions to support it. Even if I write it, I might not win."
Zhang Ye asked, "Then should I do it?"
Wu Zeqing glanced at him, "Do you remember a better poem that starts with the word" Ceng "? I've never seen your calligraphy skills before. If not, you can tell me and I'll write it. "
Zhang Ye said, "I don't remember. I don't read ancient poems often. Since you said that there's no better poem that starts with the word" Ceng ", then there's definitely no better one." Zhang Ye believed in Wu Zeqing's judgment.
Wu Zeqing said calmly, "Since there's none, then how will you write it?"
Zhang Ye said matter-of-factly, "But I can write it myself."
"Write it yourself?" Wu Zeqing laughed, "Alright, then it's up to you."
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