Chapter 452 Exactly the Same Handwriting

When the onlookers saw that the two women were interested in competing, they started to boo. They liked this kind of competition the most, especially when one of them was a beauty, so they started shouting.

"Okay, okay, let us see the standard of Chinese studies!"

"What is the competition for? Is it really about music, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

"Hey, hey, I think I've seen that woman before. She seems to have participated in some show. She seems to be doing this! I heard she's very powerful!"

"Really! That's really interesting!"

Seeing someone in the crowd talking about herself, the woman became even more proud, and looked at Han Fei with even more disdain.

It’s just a beautiful vase!

As for Han Fei, as a student who 'graduated' from Ama Palace, she felt that she was despised and was very unhappy.

The more unhappy she became, the better she smiled.

When the curator learned that this inexplicable competition was about to begin, he originally wanted to stop it, but he was unable to resist the enthusiastic demands of the crowd. In the end, he agreed and even prepared what was needed.

Han Fei took the initiative and asked: "What do you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination for?"

Seeing Han Fei's arrogant look, the woman stopped being polite. She sneered and said, "It has been said since ancient times that words are like people. You are as beautiful as a flower, so you must be good at words."

Han Fei was slightly surprised and said: "Word?"

"Yes, our first item is word comparison, how about it?"

Han Fei nodded and said, "Okay."

The woman showed a successful smile and said: "The words I am talking about are naturally calligraphy, not ordinary writing."

Han Fei smiled and said, "Of course I know."

The curator immediately prepared a desk and a writing brush. Fortunately, these things were always on hand. Under everyone's expectant and exciting eyes, Han Fei stepped forward directly, holding the writing brush in his hand, and paused. , there is a familiar feeling, as if she is still in that world at this moment, and she is still the same Han Fei.

When the pen came down, Han Fei's expression suddenly became serious.

Time passed minute by minute. Fan Qing, who was taking a break in the office, suddenly found that it had been quiet outside for a long time. She stood up with some doubts, walked out and took a look, and saw the crowd gathered together. Watching something with concentration.

Fan Qing came closer with doubts. Just when she was about to find someone to ask what happened, she heard a suppressed voice from the crowd.

"You win."

Han Fei put down her pen with a smile and said, "Process."

There was an uproar in the crowd.

Obviously, they didn't expect this beauty's calligraphy to be so amazing. Even a layman can see that the level is quite high.

"It's amazing! This word looks like it's at the level of a master!"

"The five-thousand-year-old beauty is indeed worthy of her reputation, but now she has both political integrity and talent!"

"With good looks and strength, she is indeed qualified to be considered a lady!"

"But why does the word "Beauty" look like a man's font? The elegant strokes of the brush are just amazing!"

Han Fei looked at her work and smiled bitterly. Yes, speaking of it, she still imitated the male god in this word.

The woman didn't give up even if she lost in calligraphy. She continued to ask for competitions on other things, ranging from poetry and songs to talking about the piano and rhetoric. She almost competed on all the things she was good at. Without exception, they were all Han Fei's. Perfectly suppressed.

More and more people were exclamating, and some even uploaded these competitions to the Internet. Naturally, it caused a sensation and attracted countless reposts. Naturally, these are things in the future. , let’s not mention it for now.

Fan Qing has now become Han Fei's little fan girl. She seems to have gotten to know Han Fei again, as if nothing can trouble her, even if the other party proposes extremely tricky or even unpopular things. , Han Fei can also handle it with ease, Fan Qing even has the illusion that Han Fei is omnipotent, this person seems to be perfect.

Suddenly, Han Fei's image became extremely high in Fan Qing's heart. As for the mental problem mentioned before? That's all damned! If such a powerful person still has mental problems, then she is probably mentally retarded!

The other end was extremely lively. Professor Fan had just put down the materials in his hands. He was so shocked that even his hands were trembling. He was muttering to himself.

"So it's like this...It turns out that it's like this! No wonder there are only legends left in later generations! The age of goddesses really existed!! Hahahaha, no one can deny my research anymore! Hahaha!"

Professor Fan laughed and danced like a fool. Then he remembered something and said, "No! I have to tell Xiao Fei the news! She must be very happy too! Xiao Fei is looking forward to things in the Goddess Era so much, and she will be very happy too." !”

After that, Professor Fan walked out of the office to look for Han Fei. Unexpectedly, he saw his granddaughter. He quickly stepped forward and said, "Xiao Qing, have you seen Xiao Fei?"

Fan Qing pointed blankly at Han Fei in the crowd and said, "Grandpa, Han Fei is so amazing! She can do everything! That's great! I want to give her a call!"

Professor Fan didn't know what calling was at all. He just heard Han Fei inside and wanted to squeeze in and pull him out, but Fan Qing grabbed Grandpa's hand excitedly and said in an excited tone: "Look! Grandpa! ! That’s it! That’s the calligraphy work written by Han Fei just now, look at it, isn’t it great!”

Professor Fan followed Fan Qing's instructions and looked over, and saw the piece of paper with the four words "Prosperous Age" written on it. The elegant fonts were very beautiful.

But as he looked at it, Professor Fan suddenly heard the picture. His expression changed drastically, and he even staggered two steps, which frightened Fan Qing.

"What's wrong, Grandpa! Are you okay?"

Professor Fan took a deep breath, his face became solemn, he pushed the crowd away, grabbed Han Fei, who was still 'smiling', and dragged him towards the office.

Han Fei was surprised, but when she saw that the visitor was Professor Fan, she followed him without resistance, leaving the noisy crowd behind.

When Professor Fan closed the door, he said with a heavy face: "Sit down first, I will get something."

Han Fei was confused and couldn't understand why Professor Fan's face suddenly looked so heavy.

Professor Fan directly took back all the calligraphy tools outside, placed them in front of Han Fei, and said, "Come on, you write, and write according to my requirements."

Although she didn't understand why, Han Fei still wrote obediently. When she finished writing, Professor Fan stared at her handwriting in a daze for a long time.

Han Fei also felt a little strange, because the things written seemed familiar, but for a while, she didn't remember where she had seen them.

"It's the same...it's really the same...it's exactly the same! It's really the same!"