Soon, someone brought the four treasures of the study up to the stage and set up a table in front of the guest seats.
Lin Xi looked at the girl and was very unhappy. "Since you said so, I'll give you a chance. Come up and write."
Xiu Yu was furious.
"It's okay." Ying Zijin pressed her hand on her shoulder, indicating that she should not move.
She got up and walked up.
Seeing this scene, the students below the stage became restless.
They stood up one by one, eager to go up to the stage to watch. They were quite excited, and the words "trouble" were written on their foreheads.
Jiang Ran calmed down the somewhat chaotic internal force in his body and suppressed his impatience. "Her hand hurts so much. What can she write?"
Shouldn't the hand that writes be protected?
"I've never seen it before, but Papa YIng definitely knows how to write."
"…"
Jiang Ran felt that he could not refute this.
Because he had been in a state of isolation for a while.
He could only be patient and look up to the stage.
On the other side, Zhong Zhiwan frowned and was very confused.
She could not understand at all. Ying Zijin dared to go up after admitting that she cheated.
She and Lin Xi were from the same master, so she naturally knew Lin Xi's temper.
Lin Xi was usually gentle, but when it came to academic matters, he was very strict. Even she had been scolded several times.
Ying Zijin directly bumped into Lin Xi this time. She could forget about stepping into the art world in the future.
The rich and powerful had connections with the art world. After such a thing happened, would Old Mr. Zhong still dote on an adopted daughter who had offended the art world?
Ying Zijin glanced at the inkstone and found that the ink had been ground for her. It saved her a lot of trouble.
She raised her chin and pointed at the scroll. "How much is this word worth?"
Lin Xi suppressed his anger. "At least five million. Write your word."
Ying Zijin nodded. "Okay, remember it well."
She lowered her head and picked a weasel hair pen in the pen holder.
The audience in front of the live broadcast was very puzzled.
[What does she mean? What does she want Lin Xi to remember?]
[I don't understand, but she is really brave. This courage is worthy of applause.]
[What courage? If you can't write anything later, it'll be really embarrassing.]
Lin Xi looked on coldly.
Behind him, the principal looked at the leader of the art team. "When was the expulsion ever discussed? As the principal, how come I don't know about this? "
"How could I trouble you with such a small matter?" The leader of the art team smiled. "Cheating, and even implicated Master Wei Hou. How could he not be fired?"
The principal frowned. "There must be more to this."
"Isn't she writing now?" The leader of the art team did not think much of it. "Principal, you'll know when you see her. She's originally from the county. What else can she do …"
The voice stopped abruptly.
The bullet screen of the livestream also suddenly stopped.
Because at this moment, everyone who was paying attention to the stage saw the girl raise her left hand and hold another weasel hair brush.
She pressed the paper down with a paperweight and took a step back as if she was observing something. Then, she bent down.
In the next second, both pens moved at the same time.
[…]
[What the f * ck? Attacking from both sides? Was she crazy? Even Lin Xi can't do this. How old is she this year?]
[Sensationalism! Art is insulted by this kind of person!]
[Cameraman, don't take pictures of her. Take pictures of her writing. Quick, let us see how good her writing is.]
[Everyone, don't be anxious. When she's done, we'll know what it's like.]
Zhong Zhiwan shook his head again. He was even more disappointed.
Left hand connected to right brain, right hand connected to left brain.
Writing with both hands at the same time, and writing well, was extremely difficult.
After all, the nerves in the brain were limited. Without training, it was impossible.
The masters of the art world in the guest seats were also shocked. However, they were far away and could not see what the girl wrote.
After about fifty to sixty seconds, Ying Zijin put down the brush.
"You're done?" Lin Xi did not know what to say. His anger was mixed with sarcasm. "The most important thing when writing is to be impatient. What can you write so quickly?"
As he spoke, he went forward and picked up the piece of paper.
When he lowered his head to take a look, his expression instantly stiffened.
The camera followed Lin Xi and zoomed in on his facial expression. They could even see every inch of his muscles trembling.
[Lin Xi looks shocked. What did he see?]
[Could it be that her writing is too ugly?]
[I'm so curious. Let us see what she wrote.]
Lin Xi looked at the words on the paper. His pupils constricted violently and his fingers trembled. It was simply unbelievable.
The piece of paper was divided into two columns.
On one side was the seal script, and on the other side was the regular script.
Two different writing styles. The style was also completely opposite.
The brush moved like a dragon, like moving clouds and flowing water.
Every stroke was deeply engraved.
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, Lin Xi would not have dared to believe that this was written by a seventeen-year-old high school student.
She was writing with both hands at the same time.
How was this possible?
Not to mention, the words were extremely majestic. It was as if a thunderbolt was pouring down from the words. The momentum was shocking.
It made Lin Xi feel extremely pressured. He almost did not dare to look at it for too long.
More than ten seconds later, he was still rooted to the spot.
The cameraman stepped forward and was quite surprised. He whispered, "Mr. Lin, please raise it and point it at the camera."
Lin Xi was still in a daze. He unfolded the paper.
The two words were printed on the big screen. They were completely exposed in front of everyone's eyes.
Zhong Zhiwan was smiling and talking to the Minister of Arts. At this moment, he raised his head to look.
Her smile froze. Her brain buzzed. "…"
All the sound in her ears seemed to have disappeared at this moment.
The entire venue fell into a dead silence again.
The comments stopped for a few seconds. Suddenly, it exploded.
[F * ck, these words …]
[To be honest, compared to this, Wei Hou's writing is indeed trash.]
[She wrote with both hands in one go. She even wrote two words. Isn't this what you call awesome?]
[Her handwriting is so good. Is there a need to cheat?]
[I'm not a conspiracy theorist. Why do I suspect that someone secretly changed her words? Are they deliberately accusing her of cheating?]
The more they ridiculed her earlier, the stronger the backlash. Especially the audience who had been waiting for a reversal.
[I'm sorry. I really … don't like your so-called Lin Xi. In fact, I hate him.]
[Wasn't he quite arrogant just now? Then let Lin Xi write one on the spot. He's 28, right? He's already using two hands when he's 17. He should at least add two feet, right?]
[Both hands and feet? You're overestimating Lin Xi. You said that Lin Xi sold five hundred thousand yuan at the age of 12. Why did I hear that the buyer was his grandfather?]
[Wow, this is a conspiracy! I just heard Ying Zijin ask Lin Xi how much the "trash" writing was worth. Lin Xi said five million. Then, the one she wrote now is worth ten million, right?]
[Lin Xi is slapping his own face. Let's be honest. If he communicated with the student in private first, and if the student didn't repent, it wouldn't be too late to report her expulsion. Also, he's not a Qing Zhi teacher, right?]
Because there were many middle and high school students, as well as teachers and staff, there were two large screens on both sides of the stage.
The large screens projected the live broadcast. Since the participants were all teenagers, the school kept up with the times and naturally did not turn off the live comments.
The comments that had ridiculed Ying Zijin had long disappeared. Instead, they were all mocking Lin Xi for being too arrogant.
Zhong Zhiwan's head was still buzzing. She could not hear what the people around her were saying.
The blood on her lips faded little by little. Her face turned pale.
How could this be?
Could Ying Zijin really write something like that?
She wasn't lying?
"Mr. Lin, I don't know why you're so sure that Mr. Ying cheated with Master Wei Hou's calligraphy." The principal looked coldly at the head of the art team. "But it's clear now. You've insulted her reputation. Shouldn't you apologize to Mr. Ying?"
[Oh, oh, oh. I like this principal. He's not the kind of person who only cares about his reputation. He also doesn't curry favor with the rich and powerful.]
[Lin Xi should apologize. Fortunately, the girl has a strong heart. I almost suffocated when I saw the news of that student jumping off a building a few days ago.]
Lin Xi's body stiffened.
But he did not apologize. Instead, he said, "But this calligraphy is indeed Master Wei Hou's."
Even if Ying Zijin had written it well, it could not prove that she did not steal it.
Before the principal could say anything, the president of the Hu Cheng Art Association suddenly stood up. He was shocked. "President Sheng?"
Ying Zijin turned her head.
A few meters away, she saw Sheng Qingtang wearing a straw hat and slippers. He was walking toward the VIP area.
The president of the Hu Cheng Art Association quickly went forward to greet him. "President Sheng, why are you here?"
In terms of status in the art world, Sheng Qingtang was definitely one of the best.
Although he had retired from the Hua Hua Calligraphy and Art Association, others still respectfully addressed him as President Sheng.
"I'm just here to take a look." Sheng Qingtang waved his hand. "I'm bored today."
He was not going to say that he wanted to use his old face to bring back the calligraphy of Doctor Yingshen.
Why would he participate in an art festival with such good calligraphy?
He should have framed it and hung it on the wall to look at it every day.
Did this group of people understand the essence of that calligraphy?
Bah.
But what did he just hear?
Old Master Sheng was furious.
Lin Xi was also shocked. "Senior Sheng."
Sheng Qingtang ignored him. He pointed at the scroll and said word by word, "You said that this calligraphy was written by Wei Hou?"
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