"Of course I'm going to compete with Sister Wanrou." Chen Mengyue pointed to the calligraphy copybook that Wanrou had just written on the table, raised her chin, and continued, "The fact that you chose to perform calligraphy under circumstances like today proves that calligraphy is already the most outstanding of all your talents."
"But if even your best talent can't compare to Sister Wanrou's, then why would Sister Wanrou go to the trouble of hiring marketing accounts to discredit you? Do you think other people have nothing better to do and too much money to spend?"
This logic... you know what, it sounds quite reasonable at first glance.
The premise is that what she said is true.
Xie Xihe stood up from the sofa, walked past Zhou Wanrou and went to the center of the dance floor.
While putting Zhou Wanrou's calligraphy on the desk aside, he casually picked up a wolf hair brush from the pen holder.
But he didn't take action immediately, but looked at Chen Mengyue.
"As everyone knows, my best feature is my face." She blinked, her peach blossom eyes sparkling. "I've never lost in a face comparison."
"So your reasoning doesn't hold."
Ignoring Zhou Wanrou's suddenly pale face, she dipped the brush in ink and slowly moved it across the rice paper, saying, "But since you said so, there's no harm in having a comparison."
After she finished speaking, she paused and picked up the pen: "Okay."
So fast? ?
Everyone was stunned, and when they came to their senses, they immediately looked towards the table in front of Xie Xihe.
On the white rice paper, a big word "black" lay quietly.
This rather uninhibited font looks elegant and beautiful at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it seems to have something a bit unusual about it...
What's unusual about it?
Before anyone could figure out what was going on, Chen Mengyue couldn't wait to squeeze forward.
Just one glance and he showed a disdainful smile.
"It's just one black character. Considering your level, your writing is pretty good, but it's far inferior to Sister Wanrou's. Xie Xihe, you lose..."
"Every stroke of the pen reveals its sharp edge, yet conceals its sharpness. This black character is written beautifully!"
A loud cry of praise suddenly rang out, interrupting Chen Mengyue's unfinished words and snapping everyone who was still thinking back to their senses.
They nodded in praise, "It's indeed excellent. The point of showing the tip of the brush in every stroke is something that few people in the calligraphy world can achieve nowadays. Add to that the elegant and graceful shapes of the characters, and it has quite the style of the Wei and Jin dynasties!"
Chen Mengyue never dreamed that everyone would have such a high opinion of the "black" character Xie Xihe. She immediately showed a look of dissatisfaction. When she was about to explain, she was stopped by Zhou Wanrou who finally came to her senses.
Zhou Wanrou first gave her a look that told her to stay calm, then lowered her eyes again to look at Xie Xihe's calligraphy, her eyes changing dramatically.
black……
Why did she choose to write the word "black"? This is obviously an allusion to the fact that she bought a marketing account to discredit her!
This bitch!
Zhou Wanrou was filled with hatred, but her face remained calm and composed, even showing admiration as she said, "Xihe's black calligraphy is indeed very well written. Speaking on its own, it is indeed better than mine."
She looked at Xie Xihe with a frank expression: "Xihe, I didn't expect your attainments in calligraphy to be so high. I lost."
She said "I lost" so naturally that it surprised everyone. They couldn't help but look up to her and nodded in appreciation.
Xie Xihe looked at this scene with a smile in his eyes.
This is a good move of retreating to advance. I guess someone will stand up for her soon...
really.
Almost at the moment when Xie Xihe's thoughts crossed his mind, a disapproving voice rang out: "The calligraphy is indeed good, but I don't agree that it beats Miss Zhou. After all, Miss Zhou wrote this copybook with both hands at the same time."
Upon hearing this, Chen Mengyue's eyes lit up and she immediately said, "That's right. Sister Wanrou's calligraphy was written with both hands. Even if the individual characters are slightly inferior, the technique is much better. So overall, Sister Wanrou wins!"
She raised her chin towards Xie Xihe and became proud again: "Xie Xihe, you lose!"
Xie Xihe couldn't help but chuckle at the villain's smug look.
Chen Mengyue was immediately filled with anger: "What are you laughing at? Am I wrong?!"
Xie Xihe shook his head. "That's true, but I just find it strange. How can you, a bystander, be more excited than Zhou Wanrou, the person involved, and rush to speak on everything?"
"So you think being a trainee has no future, so you've switched careers and become Zhou Wanrou's assistant?"
"Shen Sizhu?"
Chen Mengyue's expression suddenly changed, and she subconsciously wanted to refute, but at this moment, a series of mocking gazes fell on her, accompanied by low discussions.
Chen Mengyue paused, and finally came to her senses belatedly.
Her pretty little face turned purple in an instant, fearing that if she continued speaking, she would confirm what Xie Xihe said. Therefore, although she felt very aggrieved, she still wisely shut her mouth.
It immediately became much quieter.
Xie Xihe withdrew his gaze, not dwelling on the issue of winning or losing. He looked directly at the calligraphy instructor and asked, "Have you reached the minimum standard?"
The instructor came back to his senses and nodded without hesitation: "Of course you have achieved it. Congratulations, Xie, you can continue to participate in the competition."
That's it.
Having achieved the purpose of coming here today, Xie Xihe had no intention of staying any longer. He picked up his calligraphy and walked out.
As for the outcome of the competition, it was never mentioned from beginning to end.
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