Fang Tian and Liu Qiangzhen looked at the great author, waiting for her to ask the first question.
Zhang Mailing asked, "What's the shape of the Milky Way?"
Liu Qiangzhen had a headache. What kind of question was this? No one had seen it before, so how could they know what shape it was?
"It's the shape of a river," Liu Qiangzhen answered. Wasn't the Milky Way just a river?
"No." Zhang Mailing shook her head. She looked at Fang Tian and asked, "Do you know?"
Fang Tian was stunned. "Eh? Let me think. "
There was a silver plate on the bar counter in front of Zhang Mailing. Next to it was a silver semicircular lid about the size of a rice bowl.
Zhang Mailing casually picked up the lid and placed it on the silver plate. She asked again, "Have you figured it out?"
Fang Tian glanced at it and smiled. "The Milky Way is the shape of the lid on the silver plate."
"Yes! You're right! "Zhang Mailing snapped her fingers.
Liu Qiangzhen was unconvinced. He looked at the lid on the silver plate on the bar counter and said, "You're implying that he's cheating!"
Zhang Mailing chuckled and said, "It's fair. If it was a hint, why could Fang Tian see through it but not you? Fang Tian wins the first round! "
Fang Tian laughed and drank a mouthful of cold dark beer.
Liu Qiangzhen snorted and could only accept it.
Zhang Mailing said, "The second question is geography."
The two of them quieted down and listened carefully.
Zhang Mailing asked, "What was the first geography book in our country?"
Zhang Mailing asked this question because she knew that Fang Tian knew about it. When she was chatting with him, she accidentally mentioned it.
Fang Tian was about to answer, but Liu Qiangzhen beat him to it. "It's' Yu Gong. ' Am I right? "
Zhang Mailing was stunned. She did not expect him to answer first. She said expressionlessly, "Yes. Liu Qiangzhen wins the second question. "
This time, it was Liu Qiangzhen's turn to drink and laugh.
Alright, each of them answered one question correctly. Both sides were tied.
Now it was the most crucial moment. The third question.
Zhang Mailing pursed her lips and thought for a long time before she said, "The third question is about history."
Fang Tian and Liu Qiangzhen both quieted down and listened attentively.
Zhang Mailing asked, "In ancient times, what did 'relieving oneself' mean?"
Relieve himself? What the hell? Liu Qiangzhen was confused.
"Do you know?" Zhang Mailing looked at Liu Qiangzhen and asked.
Liu Qiangzhen rubbed his chin and pondered silently.
"Do you know?" Zhang Mailing looked at Fang Tian and asked with a smile.
This word was too unique. What did 'relieving oneself' mean in ancient times? Fang Tian couldn't think of anything.
Relieving one's hands, from the literal meaning, did it mean to untie one's hands? The back of one's hands were tied, and then it was untied.
But wasn't it too simple-minded to think that way? If he didn't explain it literally, then what did it mean?
The two of them fell into silence as they pondered …
Zhang Mailing looked at Fang Tian and couldn't think of anything. She then said, "Drink some wine."
She handed him a cup of wine.
"I've already drunk a lot tonight."
Fang Tian wasn't afraid of getting drunk, but he felt that the capacity of his bladder wasn't big enough.
"You'll get inspired if you drink more." Zhang Mailing blinked and smiled.
You'll get inspired if you drink more? What kind of logic was that?
Fang Tian couldn't refuse such kindness. He could only take the wine cup and drink it one cup after another.
When he drank the fourth cup, he felt that his bladder wasn't big enough and couldn't drink anymore.
Seeing how anxious he was, Zhang Mailing quickly asked, "Have you thought of something? What did relieving oneself mean in ancient times? "
Fang Tian was in a hurry to go to the toilet. He immediately got up and said quickly, "Going to the toilet."
"Yes! Congratulations, you got it right! "Zhang Mailing snapped her fingers and smiled happily." Relieving oneself means going to the toilet. "
Damn, so that's what it meant! Liu Qiangzhen's eyes rolled back and he almost fainted!
It was a coincidence.
A blind cat caught a dead mouse.
He had searched high and low for it, only to find it by chance!
Liu Qiangzhen racked his brains but couldn't think of anything. However, Fang Tian solved the problem by saying that he was going to the toilet.
This time, he was going to vomit blood from anger.
Zhang Mailing announced, "Best of three, Fang Tian wins!"
"It doesn't count. You're obviously biased towards him." Liu Qiangzhen raised his fist and protested.
Zhang Mailing drank a mouthful of beer and smiled. "He won anyway. That's the truth."
At this time, Wen Zhiyuan also spoke. "Answering questions all based on luck. How is that knowledgeable? It doesn't count. "
In fact, Fang Tian could have used the "Food Library" of the Soft-Rice King System to absorb knowledge and answer questions. It was guaranteed that he would have won.
He would have lost wholeheartedly. Fang Tian looked at Liu Qiangzhen. "Okay, let's compete again. Let Wen Zhiyuan ask the questions, okay? "
Liu Qiangzhen thought for a moment. Looking at his confident look, he shook his head and said, "This time, we're not competing on knowledge. We're competing on whose calligraphy is better."
Competing on calligraphy? Wasn't this blatant bullying?
What did Fang Tian do? He was a programmer. He used a computer to type all year round. Other than his own name being better, his calligraphy was really bad.
Zhang Mailing was so smart that he had also thought of this point. "That won't do. Fang Tian is used to typing on a computer. Competing on calligraphy is unfair to him. Why don't you say compete on typing speed with him? "
Wen Zhiyuan said with a smile, "Miss Zhang Mailing, you're being unreasonable. Now, we're competing on literature. Calligraphy is obviously the best way. "
Zhang Mailing wanted to retort …
Fang Tian was full of confidence. "Alright, let's compete on calligraphy."
"Great!" Wen Zhiyuan said, "Let's do it this way. A simple competition is meaningless. Whoever wins will be rewarded with a box of Flying Maotai!"
A box of Flying Maotai. The price was not small.
Fang Tian nodded. "Alright. Get ready. I'm going to the toilet. "
With that said, he quickly walked to the toilet …
Ten minutes later, Fang Tian came back from the toilet. At that moment, he looked at the bar counter. The brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were all prepared.
"How do we play?" Fang Tian took the brush from Liu Qiangzhen.
Liu Qiangzhen said, "It's very simple. Just write the words' versed in both literature and martial arts'. Let's see who writes better. "
Fang Tian nodded and said, "Let's begin."
The two of them each stood on one side. There was a piece of Xuan paper in front of them and an inkstone beside them.
Liu Qiangzhen did not hesitate. He held the brush that was already dipped in ink and wrote on the Xuan paper with vigor and strength.
Just by looking at his posture, one could tell how good his calligraphy skills were.
On the right, Fang Tian yawned lazily. Then, he held the brush with his five fingers and dipped it in ink. Then, he began to mix the brush with the brush and write.
Liu Qiangzhen used the 'two-finger single hook technique'. With this method of holding the brush, the words written would definitely be much more beautiful.
As for Fang Tian, the way he held the brush with five fingers made the onlookers laugh. Just by looking at his technique, one could tell that his skills were average.
There were many onlookers around. They watched the competition between the two of them and discussed it.
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