There were a total of ten matches.
With six wins, the outcome would be decided.
Some of the people in the team behind Master Wei could no longer sit still. This was no longer a case of friendship first and competition second. If the other party was a master, it would be fine. They would have nothing to say. It was not shameful to lose, but the other party was a nobody. This made them calligraphers feel a little embarrassed. It was too shameful.
"Heh, I don't believe it!"
"If it's an ancient poem, I'll do it myself!"
"If it's a five-word poem, just leave it to me!"
"He's just a little brat. He's not giving us seniors any face!"
"Haha, Old Yu, Old Lu, you guys are going too? Alright, count me in. No matter what, I have to get serious. If not, I won't be able to put my face anywhere. "
"I don't believe he has three heads and six arms?"
"At such a young age, how knowledgeable can he be!?"
These calligraphers were all sharpening their knives.
Zhang Ye took a look and sought Wu Zeqing's opinion, "President Wu, do you think we should lose a few matches? Of course, we have to win in the end, but in the process … "According to Zhang Ye's intentions, it did not matter, but this was Wu Zeqing's birthday after all, and also her circle. Zhang Ye was afraid that President Wu would find it inappropriate and offend others, so he asked to see President Wu's attitude.
Wu Zeqing retorted, "Why should we lose?"
Zhang Ye said, "Those are seniors of the calligraphy world. I'm afraid you..."
Wu Zeqing smiled, "In art, there is no such thing as modesty. If one's true ability is lacking, there's nothing they can do if they lose, but if they can win, why not?"
Zhang Ye blinked, "It'll be fine if we win?"
"What can be fine?" Wu Zeqing sipped her tea.
Zhang Ye had an idea, "Alright, I was just waiting for you to say that!"
Offend people? Why would Zhang Ye care? This fellow had never worried about such things. He was afraid that Wu Zeqing would be put in a difficult position in the end, but now, President Wu's words had dispelled Zhang Ye's worries. He finally realized why he liked Old Wu so much. For example, when she invited him to teach, a typical high school principal would not dare to do so. And when he made the shocking comment about "Dream of the Red Chamber", Wu Zeqing did not even ask and directly supported him. She did not doubt the people she used. From a certain point of view, Wu Zeqing was even braver than Zhang Ye. She was really different from the typical woman!
Win?
Of course, that's not a problem!
If you want to win, I will win for you!
"I'll go and draw lots." Zhang Ye volunteered.
The topic of the fourth round of the competition was out — to write an ancient word, and the last word had to be in the word "flow".
This kind of topic was a little difficult. If it was the first word, it would be fine. Everyone would be able to think of it. After all, everyone would look at a poem from the beginning. But for the last word at the end, even if it was a poem that they were extremely familiar with, they might not be able to remember it. They would have to go from the first word to the next. This made it even more difficult.
"It's finally time to write a poem. I'll do it!" Teacher Yu stepped forward.
But Zhang Ye had already picked up the pen and started writing.
"Beauty Yu"
When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end?
How much did he know about the past?
Last night, the east wind blew.
Under the bright moon, the homeland was unbearable to look back upon.
The carved railings and jade walls are still there.
It was just that Zhu Yan had changed.
How much worry can a gentleman have?
Just like a river flowing east in spring.
After Zhang Ye finished writing, he looked at his opponent's contestant.
Teacher Yu walked over excitedly with a confident smile. He was not in a hurry and casually glanced at the poem that Zhang Ye had written. Then, his smiling expression changed. It turned red and then green. Finally, it turned into an action. Teacher Yu smacked himself in the forehead!
F * * k!
You can even write a poem like that?
Did you compose it on the spot again!?
Teacher Yu wished he hadn't said that earlier. Let him do it? Him? Come my ass! After a few seconds of silence, he turned around, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He returned to Master Wei's camp with his tail between his legs.
Master Zhou was amused, "Old Yu?"
Teacher Yu waved his hand, "I'm not writing anymore."
"Then are you forfeiting?" Master Zhou asked.
Teacher Yu thought to himself that he was talking nonsense, "Even if I wrote, it would be a waste of time. Forget it, I admit defeat." The literary value of this poem was too terrifying. The calligraphy was also beautifully written. Teacher Yu believed that his calligraphy skills were higher than his opponent's, but not by much. However, no matter what type of poem he wrote, it would definitely not be comparable to his opponent's "Beauty Yu", so he did not want to embarrass himself.
The surrounding people were already dumbfounded. Even Teacher Yu had admitted defeat? This was a famous calligrapher who had just won first place in a calligraphy competition this year!
Master Zhou said, "Then let's begin the fifth round."
The fifth round's topic was — Think, Billion.
The scope of the topic was very wide, but the wider the scope of the topic, the harder it was to write.
No one came out from the other side. It was as if they wanted to see what Zhang Ye would write.
Zhang Ye drank a mouthful of wine, but did not say a word. Without thinking, he grabbed the brush and began to write.
"Zither"
The zither has fifty strings, each string a pillar of remembrance of the years.
Zhuang Sheng's dream of a butterfly, gazing at the Emperor's heart in love with a cuckoo.
The blue sea moon and pearl have tears, Lantian's warm jade gives off smoke.
This feeling can be remembered, but at that time, it was already too late.
When the last stroke was done, there were already people in the audience cheering!
Su Na shouted loudly and clapped with all her might, "Good! Well written! "
This poem made many of the women present very fond of it. Their thoughts seemed to drift a little further, "This feeling can be remembered, but at that time … it was already too late?"
Some people were mesmerized from hearing it!
Master Wei's side was also speechless!
What the hell was this person doing? One poem after another, such excellent and classic poems were thrown out like they were free? Can't you at least write a poem that we are familiar with!?
Who would go up?
Who would win this round?
There could not be no one to take up the challenge, or they would lose the momentum if they lost!
You pushed me, I pushed you. Finally, when there was no one left, someone from the team bit the bullet and came up. He wrote a poem that was relevant to the topic. It was a long poem and took a long time to write. It was extravagant. Long poems could extend the time. That person was most likely trying to win this round with his calligraphy skills.
But when he finished writing, Master Zhou still announced that Wu Zeqing's team had won this round. There was no other reason. No matter how high the level of calligraphy was, it still needed to be expressed through words. And the poem written by the youth in shades was enough to overshadow everything else. It allowed his calligraphy skills to rise to a new level!
Another round of victory!
Wu Zeqing decided not to get up. She just sat there drinking tea and watching the bustle.
Many people around her were engaged in a flurry of discussion. Some of the women were pointing at Zhang Ye.
"How exciting!"
"This young lad is godly!"
"Why is he wearing sunglasses? I can't even see his face! "
"Coming to today's annual staff meeting was not in vain. I managed to catch such a good show!"
Master Zhou announced, "The sixth round begins." After both sides drew lots, he said, "This round's topic is Qingming. And it has to be used on the first two words."
Oh?
Qingming?
The topic was randomly drawn. There were really no poems with the first word being Qingming.
However, the people on Master Wei's side were not ordinary people. Immediately, a young talent came forward and stood in front of a desk. He picked up a brush and began to compose on the spot. Do you think you're the only one who knows how to compose?
Zhang Ye was also writing.
"Qingming"
It rained during Qingming,
Passersby's souls were broken.
Asking where the tavern could be found,
The Shepherd Boy pointed to Apricot Blossom Village.
Putting down his brush, he added a paragraph and wrote his name as usual.
When the youth from Master Wei's team was halfway through writing, he curiously glanced at Zhang Ye's words. When he saw it, his eyes nearly popped out. After coughing a few times, he lowered his head to look at the poem he had composed. With a sigh, he put down his brush and stopped writing.
"I admit defeat." The youth was convinced.
Master Zhou asked, "Aren't you going to finish writing?"
The youth said with a wry smile, "Forget it. I won't embarrass myself."
Six rounds!
Zhang Ye won all of them!
Master Zhou chuckled and said, "There are still four more rounds. The winner has already been decided. Do you still want to continue?"
Wu Zeqing said, "It doesn't matter to us."
Master Wei did not say a word, but many people behind him said:
"Compete!"
"Why not?"
"There are still four rounds left."
Although they had already lost, the outcome was no longer important. So what if Master Zhou's words belonged to Wu Zeqing. What they needed to do now was to regain their face. At least, they had to win one round, right? They could not let others destroy a bald person! If that were to spread, they would really become a joke!
Master Zhou smiled and said, "Alright, then let's continue."
A young calligrapher said, "Master Zhou, I feel that this competition is unfair. It's clearly a calligraphy competition, but why has it become a poetry competition? We all know that calligraphy cannot be separated from expression. It cannot be separated from words and poems. However, poems are not everything in calligraphy. We have already witnessed this friend's level of poetry creation. He is indeed stronger than us, but that does not mean his calligraphy is better than ours, right? "
Master Zhou spread his palms. "But these are the rules of the competition. Every year's anniversary celebration, the competition has these rules."
Was it unfair?
It was indeed unfair!
Master Zhou knew. Master Wei knew. Wu Zeqing also knew.
In the past, in their calligraphy competitions, everyone's literary standards were about the same. There was no one who was too bad or too good. After all, calligraphers were not necessarily literary scholars. Therefore, this kind of competition was relatively fair. Everyone was basically on the same level. However, a godly person had appeared in this competition. Not only was his calligraphy skills among the best, but his literary skills were also shocking. This made the competition lose its suspense. Everyone knew that the youth in shades did not win because of his calligraphy, but because of his literary skills!
Calligraphy skills? He could only be said to be on par with the calligraphers present. Many of them were even better than him.
But literary attainments? He alone had crushed dozens of calligraphers present! Yes, it was a crushing. It was a crushing without any suspense!
One person was enough?
It was only now that many of them finally understood what Wu Zeqing meant when she said those words at the beginning! President Wu did not mean that she alone was enough. She meant that this young man alone was enough! President Wu clearly knew this youth long ago. Furthermore, she clearly knew this youth's abilities. Hence, when she saw this youth join her team, she did not want any other teammates. She rejected the pitiful requests of others to join her team! This was because Wu Zeqing knew that this youth alone was enough! And the truth was as such! This youth had really defeated dozens of calligraphy seniors by himself!
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