Chapter 1759 You Must Find an Expert to Compare Yourself

The people around wanted to read Mo Nanchong's words, so they stretched their necks and waited, but the girl didn't move.

"What's the matter, bring it here, I have to show it to grandpa anyway." Jin Fuyao said to the girl.

That girl has a very good relationship with Jin Fuyao, so when she heard Jin Fuyao's words, she suddenly came to her senses.

She knew that Mo Nanchong's handwriting was beautiful, definitely better than Jin Fuyao's.

With just one glance, a layman can tell that the same characters are written by Mo Nanchong, which can be said to be very sensual and full of style, and the strength of the pen can be felt by a layman.

Those who read Jin Fuyao alone would think that Jin Fuyao's handwriting is also very good.

But with such a comparison, you don't need to think about it at all. It's clear at a glance whose handwriting is better and whose handwriting is rubbish.

After all, that girl is on Jin Fuyao's side, she only has one idea at this time, she can't embarrass Jin Fuyao.

After all, Jin Fuyao is their face.

The moment the girl came back to her senses, her eyes were aimed at the ink on the table, and she rushed towards the ink.

"Don't!" The old man was the first to react, he threw the melon seeds in his hand, and rushed over like flying.

But before she could grab the copybook in the girl's hand, the moment the girl was about to hit the ink, her body was stabilized.

Mo Nan petted Shi Shiran and took his handwriting from her hand, then glanced at the girl, "If you want to fall, don't bring my handwriting."

After speaking, she let go of her hand.

The girl fell down with a plop, her face covered in ink.

"It's okay, it's okay, I was rescued." The old president knew deeply that Mo Nanchong is the kind of person who is too lazy to write. Although she is very talented and capable, she is really lazy.

They begged her to do it, no matter how much money they gave her, she was not willing to write a single word.

How could such an opportunity be ruined after all?

To Mo Nanchong, this is nothing, but to them, Mo Nanchong's calligraphy can be called a masterpiece.

[Fuck, what happened just now? 】

【The old man's expression seems to be that some rare treasure is about to be destroyed! 】

【No, did that girl do it on purpose? Why did she throw herself on the table on purpose to destroy the words of our beloved master? 】

[Let me guess, is it because our pet master wrote it so well, so she was worried that their group would not win, so she simply destroyed it? 】

【Yes, I can't think of any other reason! 】

[Damn, that's too vicious, right? You were still laughing at our pet master for not being able to write it just now, but now you feel threatened, so you want to destroy it? 】

[Jin Fuyao's fans, what else can I say? 】

【We Fu Yao didn't do anything, please don't bring us Fu Yao with you? 】

[That is, our Fu Yao has been sitting beside me all the time, okay? That girl might just slip her foot, but Mo Nanchong, holding her and then letting go, isn't that a little too much? 】

[Why is it too much? If someone almost destroys a picture I wrote carefully, I will not just let it go, I will directly press her into the dyeing vat! 】

[Mo Nanchong's fans are just as rude as Mo Nanchong! 】

[I feel sorry for that girl, that girl may not have done it on purpose! You, Mo Nanchong, only wrote it for more than ten minutes. This is not a hard work, is it? Is it necessary to care so much? 】

The old man had already snatched the writing from Mo Nanchong's hand and began to read it.

"Very good, great, great, not ruined!"

"Can we choose ingredients?" Mo Nanchong looked at the old man and asked.

"Take all the best!" The old man waved his hand without thinking.

This time, the other groups were not happy.

"what's the situation?"

"No, it's not even a comparison, old man, what do you mean, shouldn't the ingredients be picked up after the competition?"

"That's right, what's more important than that?"

"There won't be any inside story?"

A group of players are not happy.

The old man looked at the group of contestants, with an unattractive look on his face, a little stern, "Her handwriting is the best, of course she chooses the best ingredients, is it possible that you can write better than hers?" it is good?"

"We haven't seen her handwriting yet. You just said that her handwriting is the best. Is that really good?"

"It's just..."

The old man was amused, he turned his head and looked at the girls who were talking, "I'm just saying it? Okay, let me show you, what is calligraphy!"

Mo Nanchong turned around and faced all the contestants.

At a glance, everyone present froze as if struck by lightning.

Although they don't know calligraphy very well, everyone can still judge whether it is good or bad, so when Mo Nanchong turned the calligraphy over, everyone was shocked.

"This is the same poem written by Jin Fuyao, every word is the same..."

"God, isn't it so beautiful?"

"How can this be written so beautifully? There is no harm without comparison, and I instantly felt that what Jin Fuyao wrote was like a dog crawling..."

"...Why does the old man feel as if he knew that Mo Nanchong could write so beautifully?"

Everyone's eyes fell on Jin Fuyao. Originally, Jin Fuyao was waiting for everyone's voice to compliment her, but at this moment, she also felt that something was wrong, and turned her head to look at Mo Nanchong's words.

It was the same poem, all the characters were the same, but it took only ten minutes for Piansheng Mo Nanchong to write it, and the words are so beautiful, every word is so beautiful, it can be said to be penetrating.

Comparing with Mo Nanchong's handwriting, the one she is proud of is simply too stiff and low-level.

She was a little surprised, but also a little unbelievable, her fingertips were trembling.

She subconsciously wanted to hide her words.

"Who else thinks that this painting can't be number one?" The old man looked at everyone and asked.

The players were a little quiet.

Only Huahua and the others exclaimed in astonishment.

"No, I still think Jin Fuyao is pretty!"

"We, Fu Yao, have been systematically trained. How can we compare with Mo Nanchong, who has a better handwriting? It definitely needs professionals to come out and speak. I don't think what you said, grandpa, is accurate. !"

"That's right, the old man is not an expert! This kind of thing should be judged by experts."

Some people are stubborn and still refuse to believe that Mo Nanchong's handwriting is better.

The old man was amused, "Then tell me, who is the expert and who is the professional?"

"Naturally, those people from the National Calligraphy Association!" said a girl, "I think to judge who writes well, I should ask the president of the National Calligraphy Association to evaluate."

The old man: "..."

Mo Nanchong: "..."

"Fuyao, don't you have the contact information of the Calligraphy Association? You can make a call!" Someone said to Jin Fuyao, "Obviously your writing is better, this old man is really talking nonsense with his eyes open!"

At this moment, Jin Fuyao's cell phone rang suddenly.