"Continue?"
"But it's still the same, right?"
"That's right. There's no point in competing in poetry anymore."
"Why don't we change the rules and compete in something else?"
"Master Zhou, don't keep talking about poetry. It's too advantageous for the other party. We are in the field of calligraphy, so how can we beat someone in literature in poetry?"
"That's right, let's change the topic."
"As long as it's not poetry, anything else is fine."
"Right, if it's not poetry, anything is fine. He definitely has no chance."
Everyone was convinced by the literary skills of the youth in shades. However, this was a calligraphy competition, so no one was convinced. Many of the calligraphers had lost face, so they raised the issue.
Master Zhou smiled, "If you want to compete, then continue drawing straws. The box does not only have poetry and lyrics. There are other topics as well."
"Alright."
"Then let's do it."
Everyone began competing with the youth.
Master Zhou said, "Let's do it this way. Let's rest for two minutes before we begin."
Everyone did not have any objections. Those who wanted water drank it, and those who were hungry ate some snacks.
Zhang Ye went to the restroom and walked into the antique restaurant. After a turn, he entered the men's restroom. Behind him, a person followed. This person seemed to be a disciple of Master Wei, and was also a member of Master Wei's team.
"Wait." Chen Mo called out to him.
Zhang Ye turned around, "Friend, what's the matter?"
Chen Mo looked at him and said, "Did you cross the line today?"
Zhang Ye smiled, "What do you mean? How do I cross the line? "
"Today is Master Wei's birthday. Is there any meaning in you tormenting him like this? You are also from the same circle. Don't you know the principle of respecting your teachers? "Chen Mo's tone was not polite.
Zhang Ye was amused when he heard this, "Sorry about that. I'm really not from your circle. I know how to respect teachers, but my teacher is not Master Wei, it's President Wu. My path is also not calligraphy, so don't try to apply those things on me."
You're even beating me up?
Hur, who do you think you are!?
Chen Mo educated him, "Always leave some leeway, so that we can meet again in the future."
Zhang Ye said, "Just now, a bunch of you bullied a woman like President Wu. Why didn't you say to leave some leeway? Can't I help you? "
Chen Mo said logically, "After all, President Wu isn't completely from the world of calligraphy. Everyone here has a good relationship with Master Wei, and it's also the old man's birthday. Naturally, when it comes to choosing a team, they will go to Master Wei's side. How is this bullying? It's just a small competition, just to add a little fun. No one would care about this, and I believe that Vice-chancellor Wu isn't that narrow-minded. You, on the other hand, have changed the flavor of this competition! "
Zhang Ye was amused by his reasoning. He said, "You guys sure are funny. A bunch of people bullied President Wu to win the bet. You said that it was just a normal competition and that there was no need to take it seriously. You didn't even mention bullying with numbers and said it was just for fun. Oh, now that you've lost, you want us to respect our teachers and leave some leeway. You say that we don't know respect. So, it's only right and reasonable for you guys to win the bet. Why can't we win it? Apart from losing to you, what else have we done wrong? "
Chen Mo's eyes turned cold. "You're twisting my words!"
"But that's what you mean!" Zhang Ye said, "I'm sorry, but seniority doesn't work on me! I was invited by Vice-chancellor Wu. I'm here to celebrate Vice-chancellor Wu's birthday. How other people see me and think about me has nothing to do with me. I know what to do, so don't bother me. "After saying that, he went to the toilet and didn't bother with him anymore.
Chen Mo was also angered. He didn't know how to appreciate favors! He turned around and left.
Actually, in this competition, Zhang Ye did not really care about winning or losing. He only cared about Wu Zeqing's attitude. When others bullied Old Wu and made her lose face, Zhang Ye could not tolerate it and stood up to help. It was that simple. Now that he had won the bet and made President Wu proud, Zhang Ye did not care anymore. If he lost a round, so be it. His mind was not on the calligraphy world, so winning or losing did not affect him in any way. But now, someone actually came knocking on his door to reason with him and even threatened him? Then why did Zhang Ye need to say anything?
This fellow was famous for being a hooligan!
F * * k! It would have been fine if you didn't mention it, but now, this bro has to win!
I'm telling you, don't even think of winning a single round! Do you think I'm afraid of your threats?
......
In the backyard.
The next round began.
It was time to draw lots. Chen Mo stepped forward, "Teacher, let me do it."
Master Wei smiled and nodded. He said amiably, "Alright, Little Mo, go ahead."
Master Wei did not make a move from beginning to end. Maybe he did not intend to compete in the first place. As a master of the calligraphy world, it would not look good if he won. It would be bullying a junior, and it would be even worse if he lost.
Zhang Ye asked, "Who is this person?"
Wu Zeqing looked at the thirty year old man who was drawing lots, "He's Master Wei's disciple, I don't know his name. Why? Why are you so interested in him? "
Zhang Ye shrugged his shoulders and said, "Just now in the bathroom, he came over and said a few things to me for no reason. He wanted me to respect the elders and love the young. What he meant was that I had done it before."
Wu Zeqing said gently, "Are you going to concede this round?"
"Of course not!" Zhang Ye said, "I'm not a March 8 Red Banner Bearer! The more he says that, the more I want to win! Since I've won, I'll win to the end! "
Chen Mo grabbed it.
The topic he drew caused an uproar!
Master Zhou was also stunned as he announced, "There's no need to grab a second person. The next round's topic — couplets. According to the previous rules, both parties will discuss. One person will come up with the first half of the couplet, while the other will come up with the second half. If one can come up with the second half, the other will come up with the second half. Of course, it's not absolute. Even if one can come up with the second half, the other will win. Of course, it's not absolute. Even if one can come up with the second half, it will depend on one's calligraphy skills.
Couplet?
It turned out to be a couplet!
Couplets and calligraphy were inseparable, but such topics were rare. In previous years, very few people had drawn it.
"Haha, there's going to be a good show!"
"I've finally drawn a new topic!"
"As long as it's not poetry, that youth has no hope!"
"Little Mo's luck isn't bad. He's finally won this round!"
"Teacher Su, this is your field. No one is more suitable than you to compete. Your attainments in couplets can be ranked in the top ten in the country. Not many people can compare to you."
"Teacher Su, it's all up to you."
"We can't let Little Wu win all the time. We old fellows will lose our face! Ha! "
Chen Mo also laughed. He glanced at Zhang Ye and thought to himself, "You're still talking nonsense with me? This time, it's not a competition of poetry. Let's see how you can win! "
Su Na's father walked out, "Alright, I'll do it!"
Master Zhou also shook his head. He knew there was no more suspense. When Old Su made his move, very few people could beat him in the field of couplets, unless there were a few freaks.
However, what made everyone feel strange was that Zhang Ye, who was sitting opposite him, did not have any reaction. He was still sitting there calmly, drinking from time to time.
Master Wei chuckled, "Little Wu, will you be competing?"
When Wu Zeqing saw the topic, she also laughed, "There's no need for me."
Zhang Ye had already stood up, "Uncle Su, who will set the topic?"
Father Su was very magnanimous. He waved his hand, "Young man, please set the topic. Hur Hur."
"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony." Zhang Ye walked to the front of the counter.
The person with the most interesting expression was Su Na. When she saw that the topic was a couplet, Su Na nearly fainted. When she saw Master Wei's team's confident attitude and expressions, Su Na was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Do you really think you can win for sure? What the hell do you know!?
This was Zhang Ye!
Poetry, song, couplets, essays, novels, and speeches could not be done without him!
Especially his attainments in couplets. Teacher Zhang Ye's was at a freakish level!
Su Na could not help but think back to the scene at the Beijing Couplet Competition. Every time there was a couplet competition, there would always be a champion. However, champions were not the same. The value of the champion was not the same. The other champions had fought with other contestants until their heads bled. They barely won the championship with a slight advantage, but Zhang Ye? Su Na had watched the video of the finals on the internet. Zhang Ye had single-handedly taken on a few dozen opponents and achieved an overwhelming victory. The other contestants did not even get a single point and were beaten up by Zhang Ye until they could not retaliate at all!
What was the reason for this?
It was because the difference in strength was too great!
Su Na knew that her father was good at couplets and was also an expert in this field. But even so, she knew that her father might be able to beat 10,000 people out of 10,000, but he would definitely not be able to beat Zhang Ye!
"Dad!" Su Na hurriedly said.
Father Su looked into the distance, "Oh?"
Su Na hurriedly signaled with her eyes and waved her hand, indicating that she did not want him to go.
Father Su did not understand. He smiled and nodded. He thought that his daughter was cheering him on.
Chen Mo and the other calligraphers also looked relaxed. They chatted and laughed as they looked at Zhang Ye. They were waiting for him to come up with a couplet. They believed that no matter what couplet the youth in shades came up with, Teacher Su would definitely be able to match it perfectly.
Following that, Zhang Ye wrote a couplet.
There were very few words and he wrote it very casually. It was as if he did not even think before he wrote it. It felt like he was admitting defeat, but also like he did not think much of it.
— Lonely and cold, widowed.
Zhang Ye looked up and smiled, "I'm done."
"Alright, I'll match it!" Father Su confidently swaggered over amidst the cheers of the crowd. He looked down at the couplet.
Then.
Then, Father Su nearly spat out a mouthful of blood!
F * * k your Ninth Granny! What the f * * k is this couplet! Do you have to be so ruthless!?
Zhang Ye was really wicked. This was because this couplet was an eternal impossibility from his previous world. Even the "Smoke Locks the Willows in the Pond" that was written at the Beijing Couplet Competition had been very close in history. Many couplets had been matched, but those couplets had all sorts of problems and were not considered neat. But this "lonely and cold, widowed" had never appeared in his world for hundreds of years. Not to mention matching it neatly and matching it with the mood!
A dead couplet!
This couplet was impossible for anyone to match!
Even if someone could do it in the future, it would probably be hundreds or even thousands of years later!
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