Metropolis: It’s a showdown, I am the richest man in the world

Lin Yuan looked at himself in the mirror and never imagined himself wearing new Chinese clothes.

Lamenting the vastness and profoundness of Chinese civilization, new Chinese-style clothes have led to the national trend.

So Lin Yuan bought it without hesitation.

The two people left Wansheng Shopping Center and returned to school, where the afternoon calligraphy competition was about to begin.

Li Chengyu and Su Qingqing arrived at the competition early as members of the student union.

Su Qingqing was working, and Lin Yuan was accompanying her. After all, he couldn't help much.

During this time, many students participating in the calligraphy competition arrived at the scene one by one.

Xia Yiyi is also auditioning to host the calligraphy competition.

Li Chengyu was very confident. He had been interacting with the judges present early in the morning, bragging that he was a master of calligraphy.

The judges also looked embarrassed. They hated people who only talked.

On the other hand, Su Qingqing is also a contestant, but she has been busy with the work assigned by the student union.

When the time came to three o'clock in the afternoon, the judges arrived one by one, but they spontaneously reserved a seat for the respected old gentleman.

The students who participated in the competition also grabbed their numbers one by one and entered the stage in order.

Su Qingqing drew number 5 in the first group and needed to play first.

Lin Yuan walked to Su Qingqing and said.

"Senior Sister Qingqing is optimistic about you. Come back first."

"Well, I'll try my best!"

"Don't worry, Senior Sister Qingqing will be fine."

"I hope I can!"

Su Qingqing walked onto the stage confidently, followed by classmate No. 12346. They saw that Su Qingqing was a little nervous in their group.

After all, Su Qingqing got the top three results in the last calligraphy competition.

They always felt that they could not compare to Su Qingqing.

After all, she is so good.

Su Qingqing was ready, just waiting for the judges to choose what to write.

Soon, the judges made their decision.

Xia Yiyi read out the final selection.

"The test question for the first group of contestants is "Northern Expedition". There is no restriction on style and style, and the time is three minutes."

"Then the game officially begins!"

As Xia Yiyi called out the start of the game, the audience also started timing.

Su Qingqing stood in front of the stage, looking calm and confident.

She lifted the brush gracefully and touched the rice paper with the tip of the brush, as light as a dragonfly touching water.

The ink flowed with her movements, gradually forming the shape of words.

Her handwriting is clear and powerful, and every stroke is full of power and beauty.

Soon the three minutes were up, Su Qingqing put away her pen and finished the last word.

The etiquette staff collected the entries of everyone in the first group, and then started to take the order of the second group.

Li Chengyu drew No. 4 in the second group and strode onto the stage.

The participating students in this group were discouraged when they saw Li Chengyu, feeling that they could not compare to the first place winner in the last calligraphy competition.

Li Chengyu also said very arrogantly.

"Why don't you abstain before the game starts? You won't be able to enter the final game with me in the second group anyway, so don't embarrass yourself here."

After hearing what Li Chengyu said, some of the participants in the second group decided to abstain from participating, while others heard his arrogant attitude and decided to stay and compete with him. Even if they lost, they would not be able to withdraw.

Li Chengyu was extremely proud when he saw that there were only three people left on the stage to continue competing with him.

The judges selected the exam questions.

Xia Yiyi read out the test questions.

"The test question for the second group of contestants is "Viewing the Sea". There is no restriction on style and style, and the time is three minutes."

"Game start!"

As the competition began to be called out, the players in the second group also began to write seriously.

Li Chengyu stood in front of the stage with an arrogant expression. He picked up the brush and wrote the first word.

Time passed slowly, and beads of sweat began to appear on Li Chengyu's forehead, but he still maintained an arrogant posture and kept waving the brush.

His handwriting is getting rougher and rougher, and some strokes have even become deformed.

However, he didn't seem to care and continued to write in his own way.

Just as the competition was about to end, Li Chengyu suddenly stopped the brush in his hand and admired his work with satisfaction.

He glanced at the contestants next to him and saw that none of their works were finished, and smiled proudly.

However, he did not know that his arrogance and arrogance had cost him a real victory on the stage of the calligraphy competition.

I don't know when an old man had already sat in the vacant seat.

The old man looked at Li Chengyu's expression, shook his head, and said softly.

"This person is not suitable for calligraphy. He is too impetuous and has never thought about treating calligraphy properly."

The judges all agreed upon hearing the old man's words. They didn't like Li Chengyu's expression very much from the beginning.

Soon the three minutes were up, and the second group of works was also collected.

Li Chengyu walked down the stage proudly and came to Lin Yuan and said.

"Huh, Lin Yuan, you're not that good either. You haven't even been on stage yet. Otherwise, you might as well just give up the competition."

Lin Yuan replied calmly.

"The results of the competition haven't been announced yet. Don't act like you're sure to win. Maybe you won't even make it to the second round."

Li Chengyu said very angry after hearing this.

"You! How could I not enter the second round? You are talking about yourself! With my strength, I must be the first! It can only be the first!"

Until now, Li Chengyu still felt that he must be the first place, and he did not notice that the judges on the scene disliked his attitude very much.

Not to mention that he was named and criticized by the old gentleman. It is estimated that it will be difficult for him to survive in the calligraphy world in the future.

Soon it was the third draw's turn.

Lin Yuan drew No. 1 and moved to the first position, followed by 23456.

The people in the third group waited silently for the host to announce what they were going to write.

"The test question for the third group of contestants is "About Drinking". There is no restriction on style and style, and the time is three minutes."

"The game begins now!"

At this time, Lin Yuan felt peaceful in his heart. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if he could smell the fragrance of ink, paper, and the determination in his heart.

Then, he opened his eyes and began to write freely on the paper with the brush.

The pen tip jumps on the paper, the ink flows like a trickle, and every word seems to have life.

In his writing, every word in "The Wine Will Enter" shines brightly, as if given a new soul.

Other participating students and judges who were not present were attracted by his momentum.

They looked at Lin Yuan as if they were seeing a real calligrapher creating.

Lin Yuan seemed to be isolated from the world, with only him, his brush, rice paper, and the determination in his heart.

In three minutes, Lin Yuan finished writing "Will Enter the Wine" leisurely.

The whole work is made of facial expressions, and the judges are also very curious about whether Lin Yuan is just an illusion or whether he is really capable.