Because it was just a performance, Zhou Wanrou had no intention of showing off her signature classical dance or calligraphy skills at first, but now she suddenly changed her mind.
——There were too many unexpected events today, and she had to do something to make everyone forget about the recording.
Of course, more importantly... if she remembered correctly, Xie Xihe had announced a calligraphy performance on the program she scanned at that time.
As long as she could crush Xie Xihe with the same talent in front of everyone, it would largely prove that she had no reason to discredit Xie Xihe at all.
Even if Zhou Weijun found any evidence against her later, she could easily claim that everything was staged by Xie Xihe to frame her.
Thinking of this, Zhou Wanrou became more determined in her idea and displayed the four treasures of the study one by one.
After the preparations were complete, Zhou Wanrou slowly dipped the wolf hair brush into the ink, gradually sucking it in...
Zhou Wanrou had done these steps countless times since she was a child, and could complete them perfectly even with her eyes closed. So while waiting, she took the time to glance at the location where Xie Xihe was, whom she had noticed earlier.
When he saw this, his heart was so blocked that he almost couldn't keep his hand from moistening the brush!
This woman is actually sleeping!
When she showed off her best calligraphy talent and when she was determined to trample her under her feet to avenge her previous humiliation, the other party not only did not show a look of panic as she expected, but did not even look in her direction.
It was as if... she was just a clown, not worth mentioning at all.
Naked humiliation.
The embarrassment of the recording being exposed and the pain of having her ankle broken all flooded into Zhou Wanrou's mind at this moment. She felt as if there was a surge of anger in her chest, making her eager to vent.
Suddenly, she stretched out her left hand and took another wolf-hair brush.
"This... holding the pen in both hands, what is Zhou Wanrou trying to do?"
"I heard that Miss Zhou studied with Mr. Zhang for a period of time when she was young. Could it be that she has even learned Mr. Zhang's unique skills?"
"Mr. Zhang? Are you talking about the calligrapher Mr. Zhang Hengshui, known for his eloquent brushstrokes?"
"Yes, it's him. Judging from Zhou Wanrou's attitude, it's probably him. Looks like we're in for a treat today!"
"I wonder how much of the old man's skills she's learned. Even though it was just a temporary performance, there were quite a few reporters present. If she fails, it will have some impact on the subsequent competitions, right?"
“…”
The sounds of discussion came into Zhou Wanrou's ears, and her hand holding the wolf hair brush tightened unconsciously.
She has been practicing calligraphy with both hands for more than five years. From being completely unable to control the strength in the beginning, she can now succeed eight or nine times out of ten.
And the words written are not much worse than those written with one hand.
I had been planning to save it for the finals to surprise everyone, but now...
Zhou Wanrou's gaze swept over the girl outside the crowd again, and a sinister look flashed across her drooping eyebrows.
But now, she no longer cares about that!
Zhou Wanrou suddenly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, all the emotions in those gentle and dignified eyes disappeared, leaving only calmness.
She picked up the pen and pressed it down. Her hand movements were sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. In the constant process of lifting and pressing, vivid words appeared on the paper.
Zhou Wanrou's eyes grew darker, and her hands moved faster.
Until one moment, she hooked her hands upwards at the same time, and all movements stopped abruptly.
Zhou Wanrou glanced at the result of her work in just over a minute, a look of satisfaction in her eyes. She placed the wolf hair brush in her hand on the brush holder, nodded slightly to the people around her, and said with a standard smile, "Excuse me."
A chorus of praise.
"As expected of Master Zhang's disciple, Miss Zhou's two-handed calligraphy skills are truly renowned. We've truly been enlightened today!"
"Miss Zhou's left-handed handwriting is surprisingly not inferior to her right-handed handwriting, and the two blend perfectly. This must have taken at least ten years of hard work!"
Someone who understands calligraphy gave a fair assessment: "It's not perfect. Miss Zhou's pen power didn't keep up at the very end, and there are some flaws in the joints. However, the flaws outweigh the merits. At Miss Zhou's age, being able to write a calligraphy like this with both hands simultaneously is truly top-notch. As long as she continues to work hard, her future achievements, even if not as good as Mr. Zhang's, will certainly be no less impressive."
The person who was speaking was named Wang Jieqing. Although he was not as famous as Mr. Zhang, he was also considered a master in the calligraphy world.
To receive such an evaluation from him, it can be seen that Zhou Wanrou is indeed a person of real talent.
The crowd's praises grew even louder.
Xie Xihe was awakened by a series of loud noises.
She frowned, slowly opened her eyes and looked towards the direction where the sound came from, and immediately met a pair of seemingly humble eyes.
The other person was also looking at her.
When he saw her looking over, he immediately smiled at her, still humble, but if you looked closely, you could see the unsuppressible pride in his eyes.
Xie Xihe: “…”
So, this has something to do with her again?
Meng Ke had already returned from his performance. Perhaps he understood Xie Xihe's speechlessness, so he couldn't help but glance at her and said, "Don't look at me. I'm here for you."
She nodded her chin in Zhou Wanrou's direction, her eyes cold. "She had originally planned to perform the guqin, but shortly before the show started, she changed it to a calligraphy performance, citing an ankle injury. If she says she's not targeting you, I wouldn't believe it even if you kill me."
Xie Xihe finally understood and couldn't help but burst out laughing. "How did she come up with such a weird reason to change the guqin performance to a calligraphy performance because of an ankle injury?"
Mencius: “…”
Is this the focus now? Shouldn't she first think about how to turn the situation around?
Xie Xihe didn't have to think about it at all, because someone had already thought about it for her.
Just as everyone's praises subsided, a puzzled voice suddenly rang out, asking, "By the way, where's Xie Xihe? Where did Xie Xihe go?"
Zhou Wanrou's eyes flashed: "I think I saw her in the rest area before. What's wrong? Do you have something to do with her?"
Chen Mengyue immediately looked towards the rest area and saw Xie Xihe. She snorted and said, "Xie Xihe, didn't you say before that Sister Wanrou hired a marketing account to discredit you? Do you dare to prove it yourself?"
Xie Xihe glanced at her and found it quite interesting: "How do you want me to prove it, like this?"
As she spoke, she casually opened her cell phone and was about to press the button.
Zhou Wanrou was startled. She cursed Chen Mengyue in her heart for being more trouble than help. Why did she bring up this matter when there was nothing wrong? She quickly stepped forward to stop her and said, "Xihe, Mengyue didn't mean that. You misunderstood."
Xie Xihe said "Oh" and said in agreement: "Then how does she want me to prove it?"
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