Chapter 1154 Eternal Taste

Ye Tongtong came half an hour earlier than Ye Bihuang to prepare. After all, there was a sensation for the first time, and more students came to see Ye Bihuang and Zhou Ding to fight for the second time, which also invisibly improved the performance of the host in all aspects.

Ye Bihuang's appearance was low-key, but Zhou Ding was extremely arrogant. He gently pushed open the door of the calligraphy club, followed by seven or eight followers behind him, with a serious face, just like a head of state visiting another country.

Because there are many people in the classroom, the people behind Zhou Ding help open the way, just like the eunuchs who opened the way for the emperor in the TV series.

Ye Bihuang saw Zhou Ding's appearance and smiled secretly in his heart. Now that you are pretending, you will be humiliated and let you know how the word "disgraceful" is written. At that time, you will see if you don't find a seam to get in, hey hey hey.

Zhou Ding proudly walked to Ye Bihuang and said with a smile, "Are you ready to accept the shame of failure?" He decided to humiliate Ye Bihuang when he failed, and now he will pave the way first.

Ye Bihuang laughed and said, "You take care of yourself first. If you lose, you'd better take a detour when you see me in the future."

"It will only benefit from the tongue." In any case, Zhou Ding does not believe that Ye Bihuang can win himself. A person's energy is limited. He has investigated that Ye Bihuang's study is quite good, and the piano is so good. Can he still find time to learn calligraphy? Zhou Ding doesn't believe it anyway.

Zhou Ding is 1.8 meters tall, handsome and quite handsome. In addition to the small suit he wears today, he looks particularly eye-catching.

Zuo Zhenliang, Guan Yulei and Liu Peng came out of the crowd next to them and cheered for Ye Bihuang one after another.

Zuo Zhenliang Yin smiled and said, "Brother Huang, you must win, otherwise we won't have to play the next basketball game. I'm going to show off in the basketball game."

"Brother Huang, we believe in you. You did a miracle last time, and you must be able to do it this time." Guan Yulei and Liu Pengfei said in unison.

Ye Bihuang smiled and said, "That's natural. I won't let you down."

After the pre-match appeasement work, I finally entered the formal competition. The two tables were full of people. These were all onlookers. I wanted to see if the two guys were as magical as the legend.

Zhou Ding closed his eyes slightly and pretended to be mysterious. It seemed that he had brewed the artistic conception, so he immersed himself in his own world and began to write poems.

The name of the poem he prepared earlier is Qiupu Song. That's right. It's the Qiupu Song written by Li Bai.

This is a poem of resentment that has been passed down through the ages. The poet Li Bai has shaped the image of "self" with the unrestrained ** and romantic artistic methods, venting out the profound resentment and depression, and exerting a strong and touching artistic power.

Zhou Ding has been practicing calligraphy for so many years. He deeply understands that if he wants to write good words, he must be unaffected and unaffected.

So he didn't go to see how Ye Bihuang wrote at all. Today, he came to give full play to his highest level. He not only defeated Ye Bihuang with respect, but also wanted to be famous and appreciated by the professors of the school, so that he could get more opportunities given by the school in the future. On campus, there will be more capital to be treated preferentially in society. He wants to be recognized by everyone in calligraphy, which is his pursuit.

White hair is three thousand feet, and fate is as long. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. Twenty words are written by him, which has a special charm. Several teachers standing next to Zhou Ding nod one after another. They all appreciate Zhou Ding in their hearts. At least he still has calligraphy. Some of them are long ago.

Zhou Ding is almost finished writing here, but Ye Bihuang's side is booing. What on earth happened, causing Ye Bihuang's side to be in chaos.

The three professors, including President Wu Menglin, all cast doubtful eyes on Ye Bihuang.

I saw Ye Bihuang standing still, motionless, with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

It's been 15 minutes. Ye Bihuang has been in this state from the beginning to now. He can't help but let the people around his table boo, thinking that Ye Bihuang is mysterious and pretending.

"Damn it, what kind of person is this? He doesn't write for a long time. Can't he write?"

"It's a waste of time on us. I should have known to read Zhou Ding's writing."

"Yes, Zhou Ding's handwriting is quite good. I just looked at it and I will definitely win."

"Wow, let me have a look."

Ye Bihuang's side was in a mess, and the students around Zhou Ding, including the professors, were full of praise to Zhou Ding. Ye Tongtong was a little anxious to see this scene, but it was not easy for her to disturb when she saw Ye Bihuang's nagging appearance, so she could only stand aside and squeeze her lips.

Many male classmates have been paying attention to Ouyang Qingyin and Ye Tongtong. When they saw Ye Tongtong's cute appearance, they drooled and hated why such a beautiful woman was taken away by Ye Bihuang. It was really abominable.

But they can only think about it this way, poor [***] silk.

Zhou Ding finished writing and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked up at Ye Bihuang and found that this guy was still standing in a daze and didn't start writing. Zhou Ding secretly laughed and scolded a fool.

But when Zhou Ding thought that Ye Bihuang was about to give up the game, Ye Bihuang suddenly opened his eyes, studied ink, started writing, and synthesized his movements in one go. He was quite confident.

Ye Bihuang's writing speed is very fast, quite fast. Just when the students around him didn't react, Ye Bihuang had already written a line of words.

Drink alone under the moon Li Bai, a pot of wine between the flowers, drinking alone without blind date, raise a glass to invite the bright moon, the shadow into three people, the moon does not drink, the shadow disciple follows me, temporarily accompany the moon shadow, the joy must reach spring, I sing the moon and wander, I dance the shadow in chaos, when I wake up with the same **, after drunk, scattered each other, eternally travels ruthlessly, phase of the cloud man.

A vast momentum came on the face, mixed with ethereal, as if there was an boundless world in this poem. The chaotic atmosphere around Ye Bihuang disappeared in an instant, and everyone looked at the words written by Ye Bihuang.

Maybe many people don't know calligraphy at all, but they can more or less feel the charm between the lines.

Ye Bihuang's side was solemn, and three professors, You Yuming, Yang Wenqi and Wang Kailing, hurried over to see what was going on.

But when they walked to Ye Bihuang's side, they were stunned.

Their eyes were pinned to the words that Ye Bihuang had just finished writing.

You Yuming took out a pair of reading glasses from his pocket, quickly wiped them all over, put on his glasses, and trembling his hands to touch the word, but Yang Wenqi opened it with one hand.

"This word hasn't been done yet. Don't touch your dirty hands." Yang Wenqi scolded in a low voice.

You Yuming smiled shyly, and then asked Ye Bihuang, "Ye...Ye, did you write this word?"

"It was written by Ye Bihuang. I saw it with my own eyes." There were classmates around to say.

Ye Bihuang nodded and smiled: "Teacher, I wrote this word."

"..." You Yuming has nothing to say.

The atmosphere at the scene was amazing and strange. Originally, it was like a vegetable market, but now there is only a whisper.

Ye Bihuang said with a smile, "Three teachers look at it first. I'll go to see Zhou Ding's Mobao first." With that, Ye Bihuang walked to Zhou Ding's table. Seeing this, the students around him immediately made way for Ye Bihuang, and they were very conscious.

Zhou Ding thinks that the words he wrote are quite good, at least far beyond his previous peak level. It seems that there is pressure to be motivated. His lustful eyes look at Ouyang Qingyin. Although this senior sister has graduated for several years, I heard that she has no boyfriend yet. She is so beautiful that she can do it. Chasing the law.

As for Ye Tongtong, Zhou Ding actually had the idea of giving up more or less. After all, the young talents of Shangguan Qingshan were also staring at Ye Tongtong. Zhou Ding thought that he might not have a big surname.

Zhou Ding was thinking about something when suddenly a harsh laughter came.

"Hahahaha, this is also called calligraphy. Your writing is not even as good as shit, garbage, garbage."

Ye Bihuang pointed to the words written by Zhou Dinggang and laughed.

Zhou Ding saw Ye Bihuang's arrogant appearance and his face turned blue with anger. He snorted coldly, "I must write better than you. What qualifications do you have to be arrogant? I'll see who will cry later."

Ye Bihuang smiled and said, "Master Zhou, I advise you not to write calligraphy in the future. Your basic skills are really bad. It's so bad. If you continue to practice like this, you can only mislead others and yourself. In addition, my words are placed over there. Please go over and have a look. It's better not to let some big words out casually, otherwise it's simply It stinks. With that, Ye Bihuang was still waving his hand to make a fan.

Many students laughed when they saw Ye Bihuang's funny appearance. Zhou Ding felt that these people seemed to laugh at him in an moment. He was so angry that he almost jumped up and finally suppressed his mood. Zhou Ding said to Ye Bihuang with a gloomy face, "The sharp-toothed guy, I'd like to see how good your handwriting is." With that, he walked to Ye Bihuang's writing table.

In fact, when Ye Bihuang insulted his writing just now, Zhou Ding wanted to hurt people, because he thought that his talent for writing calligraphy was unmatched, and he could not tolerate the insults of others.

But considering that Ye Bihuang was good at it, he finally suppressed this idea.

Walking to Ye Bihuang's writing table, Zhou Dingchao's song "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" did not care at first, but later Zhou Ding suddenly widened his eyes and his eyes could not be separated from the rice paper.

Perhaps here, many discerning people can see the outcome of this game.

Ouyang Qingyin is an observant girl. She basically knows the answer, but she still needs the judges to make a final judgment.

Ye Bihuang's every stroke and every stroke is a magic stroke. Each stroke is the most wonderful curve in the world, with the most beautiful arc. These strokes constitute a neat and full of artistic conception. It is a magnificent world, perfect and touching, full of pleasant rhythm, black Between the words and white paper, there seems to be an eternal taste.