"Sigh … Zhu Jun, do you know why our Guinness Conference is getting more and more popular?" The female host, Dong Qing, smiled.
Zhu Jun pretended to be at a loss, "Why?"
"It's because we don't have to worry about food and clothing anymore. Our material life is more abundant, and the people have more time to focus on the spiritual life!"
Dong Qing kept Dong Xuebing in suspense.
"What does the spiritual life have to do with the Guinness Conference? We are challenging the limits of humanity! "
Zhu Jun and Dong Qing echoed each other.
Dong Qing blinked. "You don't understand. Everyone has their own little superman in their heart. Only when they don't lack anything in their life can this little superman jump out and think about the things that they used to be good at or wanted to do but couldn't do." "You don't understand. Everyone has their own little superman in their heart.
"For example?"
"For example, when I was young, I was very good at spinning the pen. When I twirled the pen on my fingers, it was like a flower blooming. I was taught a lesson by my teacher because of this. Now, I am old, and there is no teacher to look after me. But my hand is also stiff, and I can't turn the pen anymore. "
Dong Qing purposely pouted and put on a pitiful look.
Zhu Jun nodded. "Isn't that right? Your teacher really killed a genius. If you practice hard, you might even be able to participate in the Olympic Games! "
"We don't need to think about the Olympic Games. They don't have this event, but we are here in Guinness! What's our mission? "
"Challenge the limits! Surpass yourself! Write your brilliant ideas into the Guinness Book! "
The two hosts said in unison.
After that, Zhu Jun changed to a high-pitched voice. "Next, let's welcome our first challenger, Chen Guang! What he wants to challenge is something that all of us have done since we were young. He will tell us that sharpening pencils is also a skill! "
Dong Qing also said. "That's right. I don't have the Olympic Games for spinning pens, but Chen Guang has our Guinness Conference for sharpening pencils! Everyone, let's witness a miracle! "
As the music started, Chen Guang, who was wearing a straw hat, walked out from the back of the stage and went straight to the center of the stage.
The straw hat couldn't hide his devastatingly handsome face, but it could hide the new bandage on his head, making him look even more imposing under the spotlight. He looked like a divine soldier who had descended from the heavens. His handsomeness had reached a new realm, a new height.
The above content was purely Chen Guang's personal fantasies. It was purely fictional. If there were any similarities, it must be the effects of his die-hard fans' beauty enhancement.
"Also, in order to make Chen Guang's challenge more convincing, we have invited eight world-class craftsmen from the Guinness Association. They will compete with Chen Guang! They are … "
"Mr. Hiroto Aoyama, the Ghost Hand from Japan! He is the champion of ten consecutive handicraft awards in Japan. He is also the holder of many world records. He can carve a grain of rice into a lifelike portrait in five seconds! "
"Mr. Santos from Mexico! He is … "
"Mr. Bell from Australia! He is … "
Mrs. Smith listened to the translator beside her translate and said unhappily, "Since when did it become an invitation for my people to compete with him on the same stage?"
Powell quickly explained, "Mr. Chairman, please don't be angry. The program team of China Television Station has to consider the effect of the program. It's more reasonable to say it this way."
Mrs. Smith nodded. "That's true. I can't let others know that I'm deliberately making things difficult for him."
After a short while, accompanied by all kinds of background music, lighting, and special effects, Chen Guang stood on the stage with a total of eight so-called gatekeepers in the challenge mode.
In front of them was a long table. In front of each of them was a total of ten pencils, a total of 100 pencils, and three different sizes of pencil sharpeners.
Chen Guang stood in the middle, and Hiroto Aoyama stood beside Chen Guang. The host was introducing the rules of the competition. Hiroto Aoyama subconsciously turned his head to look at Chen Guang.
This poor guy. He looks quite good. He probably rejected Mrs. Smith's pursuit.
How stupid. What's wrong with Mrs. Smith?
Even if she felt disgusted at the time, wouldn't it be over if she closed her eyes and endured it?
This was a life-changing opportunity that had fallen from the sky!
She was the owner of Smith Jewelry with a net worth of one billion USD!
She was the current heir of the famous Teppeste family in Europe and America!
Dong Qing explained in detail, "Ladies and gentlemen, the rules of our competition are very simple. Every contestant has a total of five minutes. If Chen Guang can sharpen the most Eiffel Towers in these five minutes, he will be recognized by Guinness as the best sharpener in the world. Please look at the big picture. This Eiffel Tower is qualified. From this angle, doesn't it look exactly like the tower in the picture? Of course, it can't just be the appearance. Everyone, look at the four legs of the tower. That's right, the bottom must be hollow. "
Zhu Jun exclaimed again, "My God, isn't this too difficult? Won't the tip of the pencil break if you're not careful? "
Dong Qing nodded. "Of course it's difficult, but this is what Guinness strives for!"
"That's right! It's because it's difficult that we can challenge our limits! Now, let's welcome the Guinness certifiers, Mr. Powell and Mr. Bloom, to the stage for the final verification! "
Zhu Jun waved his hand, and the two certifiers, Powell and Bloom, who were sitting in the VIP seats, walked onto the stage with smiles on their faces.
"Mr. Chen, it's not too late to change your mind."
Powell pretended to check the pencil and knife in front of Chen Guang absent-mindedly.
Chen Guang opened his mouth slightly and said in a low voice, "No, you can tell her exactly what I said. Just tell her that I think she's disgusting."
"You'll regret it. You don't know Mrs. Smith's reputation." Powell put down the pencil slowly and said with a gloomy face.
Chen Guang rolled his eyes indifferently. "You don't know who I am, so don't talk nonsense. Get out of here."
Powell's hand that was holding the pencil knife trembled violently. He really wanted to stab Chen Guang with the knife.
"What did he say just now?"
Powell had just sat down in the VIP seats with shaking hands when Mrs. Smith, who was unwilling to give up, asked.
"He told me to get out of here."
The camera was right on his face. Powell had no choice but to squeeze out a smile. Then, he squeezed out this sentence.
Mrs. Smith's face turned serious. "That b * stard!"
"That's right, he's a b * stard."
As the camera turned away, Powell immediately put on a fierce face and stared at Chen Guang. Damn arrogant kid, just wait for your bad luck.
Among the nearly 1,000 people in the audience that day, about 500 came for Chen Guang. Apart from a few anti-fans like the bald president, most of the others were fans of Chen Guang.
Deep down, these people hoped that Chen Guang would win, but after hearing Zhu Jun and Dong Qing introduce the other eight contestants, they were a little uncertain.
In particular, "Ghost Hand" Hikaru Qingshan was too famous. Chen Guang was trying to break the world record, but Hikaru Qingshan already had several world records.
Although the other contestants were not as famous as Hikaru Qingshan, they were still somewhat famous.
The countdown had already started, but the whispers of the audience had not stopped.
"Can you stop shaking your legs? My bones are about to fall apart! "The bald president pushed the vice president beside him.
"I can't help it. I'm too nervous. What if Brother All-Rounder loses?" The vice president was worried.
The bald president glared at him. "Don't tease me. I used to look forward to him losing every day, no matter what, even if he lost once. But when did he ever make me happy? Pfft! "
The vice president and the other members of the anti-light alliance suddenly understood.
"So, Mr. President, you're the one who trusts Brother All-Rounder the most out of all of us! You're indeed the president! "
The bald president's face stiffened. He cursed in his heart, "I really can't be friends with you guys anymore."
On the other side, the host's countdown had already begun. This was the first and perhaps the last International Pencil Sharpening Competition, which was different from the usual big names, was about to officially begin!
At the beginning, the camera wasn't focused on Chen Guang. Instead, it was focused on Hikaru Qingshan, the most famous contestant.
At that moment, this world-renowned "Ghost Hand" had his eyes closed. His fingers were spread out and pressed lightly on the table. He seemed to have entered some kind of mysterious state.
Those who were familiar with him knew that this "Ghost Hand" was getting serious.
Only when he decided to go all out would he close his eyes and adjust his breathing. He was especially scary in this state.
"I must win!
And I must win cleanly! "
Hikaru Qingshan muttered in his heart. Memories of when he was young and practicing ninjutsu in Ninja Canyon slowly surfaced in his mind. It was as if he had returned to his younger days.
The ninja ki that was almost exhausted slowly surged up from his lower abdomen, through his arms, and condensed on his hands.
The host was still counting down. "Three!"
The veins on Hikaru Qingshan's arms gradually appeared.
"Two!"
An invisible force was emitted from his fingers.
"One!"
Hikaru Qingshan opened his eyes abruptly. On the big screen at the back of the studio, Hikaru Qingshan's eyes seemed to be glowing.
He grabbed the pencil with lightning speed and picked up a pencil sharpener with his other hand. His mind was blank.
The knife rose and fell, and sawdust flew everywhere.
Hikaru Qingshan's every knife was so precise that it was even more exquisite and faster than the processing machines made in Germany.
In less than a second and a half, the pencil lead had been sharpened. With a shake of his right hand, the largest pencil sharpener was replaced with a second sharpener. Then, with four strokes, the outline of the Eiffel Tower appeared.
His eyes were focused and his expression was solemn. He stared at the tip of his pen as if he was on a pilgrimage.
This was the skill that he relied on to survive. He was extremely devout in his skills.
Another second and a half passed, but the knife in his hand had been replaced with the smallest one, number three.
Ordinary people could not even see his movements with their naked eyes. Only the high-speed camera that was locked on Hikaru Qingshan's hands could capture the slight but high-frequency vibration of his right hand. The powder on the pencil lead flew out, and the four legs of the Eiffel Tower quickly took shape.
His movements were so precise that the extremely fragile tip of the pen seemed so stable that there was no sign of it breaking.
"Mr. Qingshan is in great condition today."
Powell said as he stared at the big screen.
Mrs. Smith nodded with satisfaction. "Of course. Mr. Qingshan never disappoints me."
"Chen Guang is dead meat."
"It's too late for him to beg for mercy now." Mrs. Smith grinned sinisterly. "He has successfully angered me. Only the humblest of repentance can satisfy me."
While the two of them were chatting, Hiroto Aoyama had finished sharpening his first pencil. He was very satisfied with his performance today. It only took him five seconds to sharpen the first pencil, and the whole process was as smooth as flowing water. He was confident that he could increase his speed to four and a half seconds, or even faster.
Later on, his speed might slow down again, but it did not matter. In five minutes, he could sharpen at least 50 pencils that met the standard.
Although it looked so simple, the tip of the pen was extremely fragile. A slight mistake during the process would cause the tip to break easily, and all his previous efforts would be wasted. It was not something that an ordinary person could do.
He did not even have the mood to look at Chen Guang's performance next to him. He knew that he represented the limit of human beings. As long as he continued to perform normally, no one would be a match for him.
From time to time, there was a cracking sound coming from beside him. It sounded like Chen Guang had used too much force to sharpen the pencil.
As Hikaru Qingshan began to sharpen the second pencil, he thought to himself, "You deserve it. Do you think we're playing with you?
You're doomed from the moment you offended Mrs. Smith, okay?
Even the other employees of Smith Jewelry are much better than you, okay? "
Director Wang began to scold them in the director's room. "I told you to focus the camera on Chen Guang! Where are you filming? Are you an idiot? "
The PD in charge of cutting the camera felt wronged. "Director Wang, I'm filming Chen Guang on the third camera, but he's always sharpening the pen until it explodes. Why are we filming him? Look at how beautiful Hikaru Qingshan and Santos are. The audience would definitely like to see a successful scene, right? Although Mr. Chen is a friend, he's in such a bad state today. If we film him, won't we be making him look bad? "
"What do you know?! If I tell you to film him, then film him! Otherwise, get out of my sight! "
While Director Wang scolded the unlucky main PD, he felt like he was the only one sober and pretentious when everyone else was drunk.
What do you know?!
You all think that Chen Guang is done for, but do you know that although he looks like he's sharpening the pen until it explodes, he's actually sharpening the pen until it explodes?
You've missed the key scene!
How stupid!
Hikaru Qingshan quickly went back to his state of not paying attention to what was happening outside the window. He began to sharpen the pen with all his might.
This was his strongest state, and he had never failed before.
However, he did not know that the scene on the big screen behind him had unknowingly changed. Although there were still shots of him from time to time, most of the time, it was Chen Guang's personal close-up.
In fact, Chen Guang looked quite bored at that moment. He seemed to have been using the smallest sharpener, the number three. He repeated the same action mechanically, picking up a pen and swinging the knife at it. The tip of the pencil exploded. Then, he put it on the table and immediately switched to another pencil.
Compared to the others, Chen Guang's actions looked like child's play. He must have used too much force and broken the pen.
At first, the audience was also confused. They did not understand why the program team had filmed Chen Guang in such an embarrassing scene.
It was not until about a minute into the competition, when the high-definition camera zoomed in and began to give a close-up of Chen Guang's pencil that had exploded from sharpening, that the audience gasped.
What was going on?
What was that?
A beautiful, neat, art-like miniature Eiffel Tower?
Why did every pencil he casually threw on the table look like it had been sharpened successfully?
Was it exactly the same as the previous example?
What exactly happened?
Didn't it look like it had exploded from the sharpening?
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