Um?
After hearing Bai Zijin's words and looking at her expression, Lu Hao was stunned for a moment.
Woman, you are causing trouble!
How can I write calligraphy?
Lu Hao has never written calligraphy since he was a child. Not to mention calligraphy, even his penmanship is like a scribble. Only his signature is barely legible.
And now…
This situation is really embarrassing.
In the live comments and barrage, the audience was inexplicably excited.
"Hahahahahahaha, this is the first time I see Mr. Lu get so frustrated, his expression gradually froze."
"Mr. Lu: Black question mark face."
"Woman, you have successfully caught my attention."
"Woman, you are very brave. Come to my house tonight and I will teach you how to write."
…
The style of painting is gradually going astray.
The audience is a group of people who are eager to see the world in chaos, and some have already started taking screenshots.
Lu Hao has many famous scenes.
I have a feeling this will be the most famous one of the year.
On stage.
It was obvious that Lu Hao looked a little embarrassed. The host had realized that Lu Hao probably couldn't write calligraphy. He was about to speak to smooth things over when the director's prompt sounded in the headset.
"Build a fire."
The director’s appeal is popularity.
The director was clearly aware that if Lu Hao successfully wrote a perfect pair of characters on stage, it would obviously be more popular than if he couldn't write at all.
And now it looks like there is a high probability that I won’t be able to write it.
If this incident were to get out, the heat would definitely explode.
After all, good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles.
No matter how witty and perfect the stars' performances are on stage, that's as it should be.
But if you encounter Waterloo and unfortunately fail, it will definitely become a hot topic in minutes.
As for Lu Hao's face...
What is face?
Everything is for the show effect.
"Okay, then let's look forward to Mr. Lu's performance. Zijin, can I trouble you with a favor? In ancient times, there was a story about a concubine grinding ink while a warrior took off his boots. Let's be completely romantic today. You can help Mr. Lu grind the ink, and I'll applaud and cheer him on."
The host said pretentiously with a smile.
There was also thunderous applause from the audience.
In fact, most of the audience at the scene and those watching the live broadcast were completely unaware of the dilemma Lu Hao was facing and thought it was all rehearsed long ago.
After all, everything seems normal now and everyone is laughing.
"It's my pleasure."
Bai Zijin smiled sweetly, and like a well-behaved little maid, she walked to the desk on the stage and began to grind ink with a smile. Her elegant posture was still impeccable.
But I was already looking forward to the next joke, and my heart was burning with excitement.
In fact, when she mentioned asking Lu Hao to write, it was just a test, but Lu Hao's performance had already proved her own judgment.
Lu Hao definitely can’t write calligraphy.
Although calligraphy is not a necessary skill for modern people, things have come to this point. As long as Lu Hao can't write it, the topic will definitely explode if the rhythm is slightly changed.
Originally, the current situation is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for hype for myself.
With ink in her left hand and painting in her right hand, plus she is the champion of a beauty pageant, this is destined to become a legend in the history of the Emmy finals, and she will also have the opportunity to become famous.
If... with Lu Hao's embellishment and contrast at this moment, the effect could not be more perfect.
"How about we all cheer for Mr. Lu?"
The host continued to stir up trouble and shouted to the audience, and then cheers and applause rang out again. The atmosphere was so heated that it seemed to be about to overturn the ceiling.
Lu Hao smiled faintly and squinted his eyes at him. He was a little annoyed in his heart, but he couldn't show it in public.
These grandsons are quite bad.
Things had developed to this point. Although he hadn't heard the director's instructions, Lu Hao could guess with his feet that someone was definitely arranging things for him in secret.
Taking a deep breath, Lu Hao walked to the desk with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.
"Thank you, Miss Bai."
After saying thank you with a smile, Lu Hao picked up a brush. With a rather awkward posture, he casually dipped it in ink and began to write.
The tip of the pen trembled slightly, and a drop of thick ink fell onto the white rice paper.
Well.
The ink is thick.
Seeing this scene, Bai Zijin almost couldn't help laughing out loud. Isn't this too stupid?
Anyone who knows a little bit about calligraphy will not make such a low-level mistake.
"Mr. Lu, do you need a new piece of paper?"
"Maybe the ink I ground was a little too thick, affecting your ability to write."
Bai Zijin continued with a smile.
The host's expression changed slightly, and he felt inexplicably worried. Had he played too much?
This is fucking suicide.
Lu Hao will definitely not lose his temper on the stage, but if he gets off the stage, won’t he kill the director and himself?
Who can bear to see such a big shot make such a fool of himself in front of so many people?
However, at this moment, it was already too late to say anything.
The high-definition camera above has faithfully recorded this scene and presented it to the entire audience.
"Need not."
Lu Hao glanced at her nonchalantly, and began to write slowly along the ink that fell on the paper. He drew a line and wrote a capital "1".
Um?
What does this mean?
Bai Zijin's eyes were filled with confusion, and her pretty eyebrows were slightly furrowed. She had no idea what Lu Hao was doing.
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