When everyone saw Liu Xiaoyuan suddenly stop, they started discussing it again, but most of them were mocking Liu Xiaoyuan, saying that Liu Xiaoyuan knew his own limitations and that he couldn't beat Meng Hao even if he didn't close his eyes, let alone close them.
Seeing these incessant chatter, Liu Xiaoyuan opened his eyes, glanced at them, and said loudly, "Please be quiet, everyone. How can I think in peace when you're making such a racket like the aunties at the market?"
Holy crap! You think I need to think before I write a word? Are you kidding me?
Upon hearing this, everyone cast disdainful glances at Liu Xiaoyuan. If you're too embarrassed to write, just say so. Why make up such a lame excuse?
However, although everyone thought this way, they obediently stopped talking, giving Liu Xiaoyuan a quiet environment to think.
Liu Xiaoyuan thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up. He dipped his brush in ink again and summoned a great calligrapher—not a very famous one, but definitely not someone like Meng Hao, a third-rate slacker.
“Ignorant grandson, how dare you offend your master!” Liu Xiaoyuan wrote these ten large characters on the Xuan paper with a brush.
These words were an insult directed at Meng Yisong and his grandson, implying that the two had offended Liu Xiaoyuan.
Everyone wasn't stupid, so they immediately understood. They admired Liu Xiaoyuan's boldness a little, but dared not applaud or cheer.
After finishing writing, Liu Xiaoyuan placed the brush on the brush holder, looked at Meng Yisong and Meng Hao with a smile, and asked, "Gentlemen, how is it? Do you find my calligraphy acceptable?"
Meng Yisong's face turned green. As the president of the calligraphy association, Meng Yisong had a good eye. The characters that Liu Xiaoyuan wrote with his eyes closed were far superior to Meng Hao's in terms of both brushwork and structure.
Zhao Qianhai was surprised that Liu Xiaoyuan had such a special skill, and a smile immediately appeared on his face. He was worried that Liu Xiaoyuan was too arrogant and would lose the game, but he did not expect that Liu Xiaoyuan came prepared.
Although the others also wanted to flatter Meng Yisong, they couldn't just lie through their teeth. Liu Xiaoyuan's calligraphy was indeed better than Meng Hao's, and by a significant margin.
Meng Hao's feelings were extremely complicated. He hadn't expected that Liu Xiaoyuan could write better than him even with his eyes closed. This was a huge blow to Meng Hao's self-esteem. He muttered to himself, repeatedly saying that it was impossible.
Seeing the once arrogant Meng Hao now like a dejected stray dog, Liu Xiaoyuan felt a sense of satisfaction and said with a smile, "Chairman Meng, look what's wrong with your grandson? He keeps talking to himself. Has something happened to him?"
Meng Yisong was furious, but there was nothing he could do. He had originally planned to take this opportunity to humiliate Liu Xiaoyuan, but he never expected that he and his grandfather would be the ones to be embarrassed in the end.
Seeing Meng Yisong looking so bad, Zhao Qianhai felt extremely relieved and felt exceptionally comfortable.
"President Meng, it seems that your Mr. Liu's handwriting with his eyes closed is much better than your grandson's handwriting with his eyes open." Zhao Qianhai naturally took this opportunity to thoroughly humiliate Meng Yisong.
Meng Yisong snorted coldly and didn't say anything, but everyone could see that he was very angry.
Those who had been mocking Liu Xiaoyuan now shut their mouths, their expressions turning quite ugly.
"President Meng, how is it? How's my handwriting? Did I make you feel embarrassed by having you grind the ink?" Liu Xiaoyuan asked back.
Faced with Liu Xiaoyuan's question, Meng Yisong's expression turned even uglier. He glanced at Liu Xiaoyuan but didn't say anything. He had completely lost face today.
"Ding dong, congratulations to Liu Xiaoyuan for successfully showing off, you have gained 800 experience points!"
At this moment, the system's voice rang in Liu Xiaoyuan's mind.
With an additional 800 experience points, Liu Xiaoyuan felt that his boasting was worthwhile and that his efforts hadn't been in vain.
"President Meng, judging from your expression, you don't seem quite convinced, do you?" Liu Xiaoyuan decided to put on a show one more time and gain some more experience points.
Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone Meng Yisong, who is not a clay figure and has been holding back his anger for a long time.
"Mr. Liu, you should know that there are always mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people. One should know how to be humble!" Meng Yisong said with a cold snort. He was already on the verge of anger at Liu Xiaoyuan's sarcasm.
"President Meng, I'm actually a rather low-key person," Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, everyone thought, "You consider this low-key? If this is considered low-key, then there are no high-key people in the world."
"President Meng, today's event is called a calligraphy competition, which is about making friends through calligraphy, learning from each other, and improving together. President Meng, how about we have a calligraphy exchange?" Liu Xiaoyuan asked Meng Yisong.
Meng Yisong is now a little confused about this young man, Liu Xiaoyuan. He can write beautiful characters with his eyes closed, something that even he himself is probably not as good at.
Therefore, Meng Yisong hesitated a little when faced with Liu Xiaoyuan's provocation.
Just then, Zhao Qianhai said, "President Meng, you're not afraid to accept the challenge, are you?"
Zhao Qianhai was quite cunning; his words implied that if Meng Yisong didn't agree, it would be because he was afraid of Liu Xiaoyuan.
Therefore, Zhao Qianhai's words were clearly an attempt to force Meng Yisong to agree to Liu Xiaoyuan's provocation.
Sure enough, after hearing Zhao Qianhai's words, Meng Yisong's face turned extremely ugly. Finally, he looked at Zhao Qianhai and said, "Who said I dare not accept the challenge?"
Seeing that Zhao Qianhai had agreed to his challenge, Liu Xiaoyuan said, "President Meng, I see you're getting on in years. How about this, when we spar later, I'll still close my eyes. What do you think? This is my way of respecting the elderly and caring for the young."
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