Soon someone brought up the four treasures of the study and set up a table in front of the guest seats on the podium.

Lin Xi looked at the girl, very unhappy: "Since you said so, then I'll give you a chance, come up and write."

Xiu Yu became famous all of a sudden.

"It's okay." Ying Zijin put his hand on her shoulder, signaling her not to move.

He stood up and walked up.

Seeing this scene, the students in the audience became agitated.

Everyone stood up, eager to go on stage to watch. They were quite excited, with the words "make trouble" written on their foreheads.

Jiang Ran calmed down the violent internal energy in his body and suppressed his restlessness: "Her hands hurt so much when she hits people, how can she write?"

Don’t the hands that write need to be well protected?

"I haven't seen it either, but Father Ying must know everything."

“…”

Jiang Ran felt that he couldn't refute this.

Because he has been in a state of isolation for some time.

He had no choice but to calm down and look at the stage.

On the other side, Zhong Zhiwan frowned, looking confused.

She couldn't understand at all how Ying Zijin dared to go up even after admitting to cheating.

She and Lin Xi are from the same school, so she naturally knows Lin Xi's temper.

Lin Xi is usually gentle to others, but when it comes to academic matters, she is very strict and even she has been scolded several times.

Ying Zijin ran directly into Lin Xi this time, and he will never be able to take a single step into the art world again.

The wealthy families are all connected with the art world. After something like this happened, would Mr. Zhong still favor an adopted daughter who has offended the art world?

Ying Zijin took a look at the inkstone and found that the ink had already been ground for her, which saved her trouble.

She raised her chin and pointed at the scroll: "How much is this writing worth?"

Lin Xi suppressed his anger: "At least five million, write your words."

Ying Zijin nodded: "Well, remember it."

She lowered her head and picked up a wolf-hair brush from the pen holder.

The audience before the live broadcast were all very confused.

What does she mean? What should Lin Xi remember? 】

[I don’t understand, but she is really brave. This courage deserves applause. 】

What courage? Just give up. It would be really embarrassing if I can't write big characters later. 】

Lin Xi watched coldly.

Behind him, the principal looked at the head of the art group and asked, "When was the expulsion discussed? How come I, as the principal, didn't know about it?"

"How can I trouble you, the principal, with just such a small matter?" The head of the art group smiled. "He cheated, and he did it to Master Wei Hou. How can he not be expelled?"

The principal frowned: "There must be something hidden in this matter."

"Isn't she writing?" The head of the art group didn't care. "Principal, you will know after a while. She is originally from the county town. What else can she do..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The live broadcast barrage also suddenly stopped.

Because at this time, anyone who was paying attention to the stage saw that the girl raised her left hand again and held another wolf-hair brush.

She pressed the rice paper with a paperweight, took a step back, as if observing something, and then bent down.

The next second, both pens moved at the same time.

【……】

[What the hell, shooting left and right?] Is she crazy? Even Lin Xi can't do it. How old is she this year? 】

[Seductiveness!] Art is insulted by people like this! 】

[Photographer, don’t take a picture of her, take a picture of her handwriting. Quick, quick, let us see how good her handwriting is. 】

[Don’t be impatient, you’ll know what it looks like once she finishes writing. 】

Zhong Zhiwan shook his head again, even more disappointed.

The left hand is connected to the right brain, and the right hand is connected to the left brain.

It is extremely difficult to write with both hands at the same time and write well.

After all, the brain's nerves are limited, and it is impossible to do it without training.

The art masters in the guest seats were also shocked, but they were far away and could not see what the girl wrote.

It only took about fifty or sixty seconds for Ying Zijin to put down his pen.

"You've finished writing?" Lin Xi didn't know what to say. His anger was mixed with sarcasm. "The most important thing to avoid when writing is being impatient. You write so fast, what can you write?"

As he said that, he walked forward and picked up the rice paper.

When he lowered his head, his expression froze in an instant.

The camera followed Lin Xi all the time, clearly magnifying his facial expressions, and even showing every inch of muscle trembling.

[Lin Xi seemed shocked. What did he see? 】

[Isn’t it because the writing is too ugly? 】

[I’m so curious. Let’s see what it says. 】

Lin Xi looked at the words on the rice paper, his pupils contracted violently, and his fingers trembled. It was simply unbelievable.

A piece of rice paper is divided into two columns.

One side is seal script and the other side is regular script.

Two different brushstrokes, completely opposite styles.

The pen moves like a dragon, flowing like clouds and running water.

Every stroke is profound.

If Lin Xi hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really wouldn't have believed that this was written by a seventeen-year-old high school student.

Or use both hands at the same time.

How is this possible?

Not to mention that this word is extremely majestic, as if thunder and lightning are pouring down from this word, with a shocking momentum.

Lin Xi felt extremely pressured and dared not look directly at it for too long.

More than ten seconds passed and he still stood there.

The photographer came forward, quite surprised, and whispered: "Mr. Lin, please raise it and aim it at the camera."

Lin Xi was still in a daze, but he unfolded the rice paper.

The two words were printed on the big screen and were completely exposed to everyone.

Zhong Zhiwan was talking to the Minister of Culture and Art with a smile on his face when he looked up.

Her smile froze, and her mind buzzed: "..."

All the sounds in my ears seemed to disappear at this moment.

The entire venue fell into dead silence once again.

The barrage of comments stopped for a few seconds, and then suddenly surged.

[Fuck, this word...]

[To be honest, with this comparison, Wei Hou's look is really rubbish. 】

[He shot with both hands, and finished it in one go, and he even wrote in two different fonts. Isn’t that awesome? 】

[The person's handwriting is so beautiful, is there any need to cheat? 】

[I'm not talking about conspiracy theories, but why do I suspect that someone secretly replaced her handwriting? Deliberately accuse her of cheating again? 】

The harsher the ridicule was before, the stronger the backlash is now, especially from the audience who have been waiting for a reversal.

[I’m sorry, I really… don’t like your so-called Boundary Grass Lin Xi. I even hate him. 】

[Wasn’t he quite arrogant just now? Then let Lin Xi write one on the spot as well. He is 28 years old, right? Since 17 is using both hands, he should at least use two feet, right? 】

[Use hands and feet together? You think too highly of Lin Xi. You said that Lin Xi sold calligraphy worth 500,000 yuan at the age of 12, but I heard that the buyer was his grandfather? 】

[Wow, this is the real shady deal!] I just heard Ying Zijin asked Lin Xi how much the word "garbage" was worth, and Lin Xi said five million. So the one she wrote now shouldn't be worth more than ten million, right? 】

[Lin Xi is slapping himself in the face. To be honest, if he had communicated with the student privately first, it would not be too late to inform and expel the student if the student refused to repent. Besides, he is not Qingzhi's teacher, right? 】

Because there are a lot of students in junior high and high schools, as well as teaching staff, there are two large screens on both sides of the stage.

The big screen was projecting the live broadcast footage, and the contestants were teenagers. The school kept pace with the times and naturally did not turn off the barrage of comments.

The comments that previously mocked Ying Zijin had long since disappeared, and all of them were mocking Lin Xi for being too arrogant.

Zhong Zhiwan's head was still buzzing and he couldn't hear what the people around him were saying.

The blood color on her lips faded little by little, and her face turned pale.

How could that be?

Can Ying Zijin really write it?

Not a lie?

"Mr. Lin, I don't know why you are so sure that Ying used Master Wei Hou's calligraphy to cheat." The principal glanced coldly at the head of the art group, "But now the matter is very clear. You insulted her reputation. Shouldn't you apologize to Ying?"

[Oh, oh, oh, I like this principal. He is not the type who only cares about face, nor does he curry favor with others. 】

[Lin Xi should apologize. Fortunately, the girl has a strong psychological endurance. The news about the student jumping off the building a few days ago suffocated me. 】

Lin Xi's body was stiff and he felt very embarrassed.

But he did not apologize, instead he said: "But this calligraphy is indeed from Master Wei Hou."

Even if Ying Zijin wrote well, it could not prove that she did not steal.

Before the principal could speak again, the president of the Shanghai Art Association suddenly stood up and asked in surprise: "President Sheng?"

Ying Zijin turned his head.

A few meters away, I saw Sheng Qingtang wearing a straw hat and slippers walking towards the guest seats.

The president of the Shanghai Art Association hurried forward to greet him: "President Sheng, why are you here?"

In terms of status in the art world, Sheng Qingtang is definitely one of the best.

Although he has retired from the China Calligraphy Art Association, others still respectfully address him as President Sheng.

"Come and take a look." Sheng Qingtang waved his hand, "I just happen to be free today."

He would never say that he wanted to use his old face to take back the calligraphy of Doctor Ying.

With such beautiful handwriting, why would you participate in such an art festival?

He should frame it and hang it on the wall to look at it every day.

Do these people understand the essence of that pair of words?

Bah.

But what did he just hear?

Mr. Sheng was angry.

Lin Xi was also surprised: "Senior Sheng."

Sheng Qingtang ignored him, but pointed at the scroll and said word by word: "You said this calligraphy was written by Wei Hou?"