Chapter 542: Cold Body and Support Body, There Is Nothing She Can't Do [2 More]

Among her peers, Fu Qiao is very confident that no one's Fu Qiao can compare with hers.

What's more, no one can get the personal inheritance from Mr. Fu like her.

But even if Ye Banlan got a higher score than her in the first round, it would not help.

Because this time she just wrote casually and didn't show her real skills yet.

So why not let Ye turn the tide?

Thinking of this, Fu Qiao calmed down and watched the judges whisper among themselves.

"I give this piece of writing a 9.8. It's very well written."

"Yes, but there is still room for improvement, so I can't give too high marks..."

Soon, the scores of the ten judges came out.

The final result of adding up the fractions is——

96.40 points!

With a "swish" sound, the results were refreshed on the screen at the same time.

【What a high score! Is this the first time Ye Banglan has participated in a competition? You can get such a high score in your first competition]

[I still can’t compare to Fu Qiao. Fu Qiao casually got nearly full marks. 】

[In the first round, everyone competed on their true skills. They must have tried their best. Otherwise, it would be terrible if they didn’t make it to the next round. 】

[Ye Banglan’s score is really very good, but she doesn’t seem to be planning to specialize in calligraphy in the future? 】

"Huh?" Xie Linyuan stared at the screen, a little confused, "The handwriting of the junior sister is far worse than what she usually writes with her pen."

In addition to practicing swordsmanship and drinking, playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting are also among his few hobbies.

As an expert, he could naturally see the difference between this calligraphy and the calligraphy Ye Banlan usually practiced.

Practicing calligraphy is already casual, but in Xie Linyuan's opinion, this handwriting is even more casual.

"Why, the sword master who walks the world and has countless enemies doesn't know how to keep his trump card?" Hua Yingyue raised her eyebrows, "Since you can easily win without using all your strength, why do you have to use all your strength?"

Xie Linyuan said helplessly: "I thought this statement was sufficient in terms of martial arts."

"No, that's how everything is said." Hua Yingyue's eyes were heavy, "Alan got the top score in liberal arts with full marks in the college entrance examination, so he is the target of public criticism. There is nothing wrong with those who cherish the jade, but it will bring disaster. You have forgotten the Global Center. "

After hearing this, Xie Linyuan's expression gradually became serious.

He has been walking around the world all year round, so he doesn't know that things like murder and robbery happen all the time.

The emergence of genius will indeed be recruited by all parties.

But there are many more geniuses who have been obliterated midway through their growth.

Such open and secret fighting led to the decline of martial arts wizards for a period of time.

"Did Miss Ye not use all her strength?" Xiang Shaoyu also asked, "Look, the six words at the bottom of this poem, 'holding the long tassel, binding the clouds', are obviously too casual."

Presumably the extra points were deducted precisely because of this sentence.

Yan Tingfeng glanced at him and said noncommittally, "You have sharp eyes."

"Of course." Xiang Shaoyu fanned, "I also have a lot of Fuguang's original works in my collection. For me, calligraphy and painting are the most basic things that I must learn."

Huo Yunyi hesitated for a moment: "You mean, Miss Ye has retained her strength?"

"This is a piece of writing practice." Yan Tingfeng smiled slightly, "Let's continue reading."

The happiest person on the field is Fu Qiao.

She also believes that the contestants will use their full strength in the first round. Since Ye Banglan's score is lower than hers, it will always be lower than hers.

Fu Qiao straightened her chest. She knew that Mr. Fu was watching today's game in the box, and she would definitely prove to him that she was the one who should inherit everything he had!

There is no doubt that both Fu Qiao and Ye Turn Lan have entered the second round. The third person is also a girl and writes about cold body.

Although Su Xubai scored more than 90 points, he was still eliminated.

He came down the stage in despair, and even when Su's mother, who was waiting outside, called him, he didn't respond immediately.

"Xu Bai, don't be discouraged. Your opponent this time is too strong." Su's mother comforted him, "Miss Fu Qiao is Fu Lao's granddaughter. It's normal that she can't compete with her."

Su Xubai said nothing.

Mother Su paused and then asked, "Xu Bai, you know Miss Ye, right?"

Hearing Su's mother ask this, Su Xubai was in a trance for a moment.

At the beginning, Ye Banlan was just a transfer student in Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School who got into the school through connections. However, just one year later, even his mother was respectfully addressing him as "Miss Ye."

How could it change so much?

It was completely turned upside down.

"Xu Bai?" Mother Su called again, "Are you listening?"

Su Xubai forced himself to come back to his senses. He lowered his head and said, "Well, Mom, we are all from Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School."

"Why haven't I heard you mention Miss Overnight?" Su's mother gave him a reproachful look, "Why did mother tell you? You must make friends with such people early, otherwise it will be difficult in the future."

Su Xubai pursed her lower lip, looking a little embarrassed.

Of course he didn't dare to say that he and Xue Yiwei had publicly rejected Ye Turning the Lag together, and they had always thought that she was a grandstanding person who wanted to compete in any field.

"Neither you nor your father have any medical talent. It's okay in your generation. We can still provide you with resources, but what about the future?" Mother Su babbled, "You must get to know more people like Miss Ye before you can The roads are wide and they are all from the same school. After the competition is over, I will accompany you to invite Miss Ye to your home."

"Mom, no!" Su Xubai blurted out.

Seeing his abnormal attitude, Su's mother narrowed her eyes: "Xu Bai, are you hiding something from me?"

"I..." Su Xubai's voice was a little weak, so he had to change the subject in a hurry, "Mom, I saw Su Xueqing yesterday."

"Su Xueqing?" Mother Su's expression changed, "Are you sure she showed up in Yunjing?"

"Yes." Su Xubai lowered his head, "I advised her to leave, but she didn't listen."

"Okay, you don't have to worry about this anymore." Mother Su's eyes became more calculating, "Mom will take care of it."

**

The second round of competition is about to begin, and Ye Banglan is waiting in the waiting area.

"Ye Turn the Lan, you can't win against me." Fu Qiao stepped forward and sneered in a low voice, "You can't separate the relationship between me and grandpa."

Ye Banlan tilted his head: "Have you eaten garlic today?"

Fu Qiao was stunned: "What?"

Her expression went blank for a moment, and she obviously couldn't understand why Ye Banlan suddenly said such a sentence.

"The tone is loud." Ye Banlan said lightly, "Stay away from me."

"Ye Turns the Lam, you..." Fu Qiao jumped in anger.

Just when she was about to curse, the bell rang with a "dang--" and the second round began.

"Wait!" Fu Qiao glanced at her angrily, "He is defeated!"

The second round requires contestants to write in a different font than the first round. This restriction is indeed a great difficulty for the contestants.

Fu Qiao only specialized in Fu Ti, and the other girl also specialized in Han Ti.

The two of them unanimously chose words other than the three major fonts, which was very safe.

Ye Banglan picked up the pen and without any thought, dipped it in ink and dropped it on the rice paper.

This time, she wrote a blood letter left on the city wall by Emperor Yongshun Xiang Chen before his death in 1723 of the Chinese calendar -

"I have no shame to face my ancestors. I would give my dead body in exchange for my people..."

In just a few sentences, Night Turning the Tide was a bit difficult to write.

After she slowly exhaled, she wrote the last eight words——

"The sun and moon are above, and they will always shine on China."

Ye Banglan put down the pen and slowly calmed down the violent emotions in his heart.

Fu Qiao glanced at her and snorted coldly.

It's just a matter of writing a word. To be able to breathe quickly like this is really a waste of time.

When the time is up, the three words are displayed in front of the judges and the live broadcast screen at the same time.

The first thing that 90% of the audience saw was Ye Turnlan's characters, because her handwriting was very outstanding.

[Wait a minute, isn’t this a cold body? ! 】

[She can support the body, but can also cool the body? Is she a pervert? 】

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