The Joy of Rebirth

Ye Tongtong came half an hour earlier than Ye Bihuang to prepare. After all, there was a sensation the first time. The second time, more students came to watch the duel between Ye Bihuang and Zhou Ding. This also invisibly increased the performance requirements for the host in all aspects. Quite a few.

Ye Bihuang appeared low-key, but Zhou Ding was unusually arrogant. He gently opened the door of the calligraphy club, followed by seven or eight followers, with a serious look on his face, just like a head of state visiting another country.

Because there were a lot of people in the lecture theater, the people behind Zhou Ding helped to clear the way. They were just like the eunuchs who cleared the way for the emperor in the TV series. They were a complete bitch.

Seeing Zhou Ding's appearance, Ye Bihuang snickered in his heart, "Now that you are showing off, I will embarrass you later and let you know how to write the word "shameful". I'll see if you find a way to sneak in." ,hehehe.

Zhou Ding walked up to Ye Bihuang triumphantly and said with a smile: "Are you ready to accept the shame of failure?" He decided to take advantage of Ye Bihuang's failure to humiliate him, and now he would lay the groundwork.

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

"It's just words." Zhou Ding didn't believe that Ye Bihuang could beat him anyway. A person's energy is limited. He had investigated Ye Bihuang's studies and he was very good at playing the piano. How could he still be able to do it? It took time to learn calligraphy, but Zhou Ding didn't believe it anyway.

Zhou Ding is 1.8 meters tall, handsome and handsome. With the small suit he is wearing today, he looks particularly eye-catching.

Zuo Zhenliang, Guan Yulei, and Liu Peng walked out of the crowd and encouraged Ye Bihuang.

Zuo Zhenliang said with a lewd smile: "Brother Huang, you must win, otherwise we won't have to play in the next basketball game. I'm also preparing to shine in the basketball game."

"Brother Huang, we believe in you. You created a miracle last time, and you will definitely be able to do it this time too." 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-game appeasement work, the formal competition finally entered. The two tables were crowded with people. These were students who were watching and wanted to see if the two participating guys were as magical as the legends say.

Zhou Ding closed his eyes for a moment, pretending to be mysterious, and seemed to have prepared an artistic conception, then he immersed himself in his own world and began to write poems.

The name of the poem he prepared earlier is "Qiupu Song". Yes, it is the Qiupu Song written by Li Bai.

This is a poem expressing anger that has been passed down through the ages. The poet Li Bai used unrestrained passion and romantic artistic techniques to shape the image of "self", venting his deep resentment and depression, and exerting a strong and touching artistic expression. strength.

Zhou Ding has practiced calligraphy for so many years, and he deeply understands the truth that if he wants to write good calligraphy, he must be focused on it and not be affected by anything.

So he didn't even look at how Ye Bihuang wrote. He came here today just to give full play to his highest level, not only to defeat Ye Bihuang in an upright manner, but also to become famous and get the appreciation of the professors in the school, so that he would be the best in the future. He can get more opportunities from the school. In the future, after he leaves the campus, he will have more capital to get favorable treatment in society. He wants to be recognized by everyone for his calligraphy. This is his pursuit.

His white hair is three thousand feet long, and his fate is as long as his head. He doesn’t know where to find the autumn frost in the mirror. The twenty words he wrote have a special charm. Several teachers standing next to Zhou Ding nodded one after another. They all appreciated it from the bottom of their hearts. Zhou Ding, at least he is somewhat advanced in calligraphy.

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

The three professors, including Principal Wu Menglin, all cast doubtful glances at Ye Bihuang.

I saw Ye Bihuang standing there, motionless, with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

It has been fifteen minutes, and Ye Bihuang has been in this state from the beginning to now. The people around his table couldn't help but boo, thinking that Ye Bihuang was being mysterious and pretentious.

"Let me go, what kind of person is this? He hasn't started writing for a long time. Does he know how to write?"

"We wasted so much time, we should have read Zhou Ding's handwriting."

"Yes, Zhou Ding's handwriting is quite good. I took a look at it just now and I definitely won."

"Wow, let me go and see."

Ye Bihuang was in chaos, and the classmates and professors around Zhou Ding were full of praise for Zhou Ding. Ye Tongtong was a little anxious when she saw this scene, but seeing Ye Bihuang's nagging look, she couldn't disturb her, so she could only Standing aside, he pursed his lips and felt helpless.

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

But that's all they can think about, poor loser.

After Zhou Ding finished writing, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked up at Ye Bihuang, and found that this guy was still standing there stupidly, and he hadn't even started writing. Zhou Ding secretly laughed and called him an idiot.

But just when Zhou Ding thought that Ye Bihuang was about to give up the competition, Ye Bihuang suddenly opened his eyes, studied the ink, started writing, and the movements were all combined in one go, quite confident.

Ye Bihuang wrote very quickly. Before the classmates around him could react, Ye Bihuang had already written a line of words.

Drinking alone under the moon from a pot of wine among Li Bai flowers, drinking alone without any blind date, raising glasses to invite the bright moon, facing each other as three people, the moon does not know how to drink, the shadow only follows me, temporarily accompanying the moon's shadow, having fun until spring, I sing The moon lingers, and my dancing shadows are scattered. When we are awake, we have sex together, but when we are drunk, we are separated. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in the clouds and Han.

A vast momentum came towards us, vast and ethereal, as if this poem contained an infinite world. The originally chaotic atmosphere around Ye Bihuang disappeared in an instant. Everyone was dumbfounded looking at the words written by Ye Bihuang. .

There may be many people who don't understand calligraphy at all, but they can feel the charm revealed between the lines.

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

But when they came to Ye Bihuang, they were all stunned.

Their eyes were all fixed on the words Ye Bihuang had just finished writing.

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

"You haven't finished writing this yet, don't touch it with your dirty hands," Yang Wenqi scolded in a low voice.

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

"It was written by Ye Bihuang. I saw it with my own eyes." Some students around him shouted.

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

"..." You Yuming had nothing to say.

The atmosphere at the scene was surprisingly strange. It was originally as noisy as a wet market, but now there were only whispers.

Ye Bihuang chuckled and said, "The three teachers are watching first, and I'm going to take a look at classmate Zhou Ding's calligraphy first." After saying that, Ye Bihuang walked towards Zhou Ding's table. Seeing this, the surrounding classmates immediately made way for Ye Bihuang. Very conscious.

Zhou Ding thought that the calligraphy he had written was quite good, at least far beyond his previous peak level. It seems that only with pressure can one be motivated. He looked at Ouyang Qingyin with lustful eyes, although this senior had already graduated. It's been a few years, but I heard that she doesn't have a boyfriend yet. With such a beautiful and lovely girl, I can find a way to chase him.

As for Ye Tongtong, Zhou Ding actually had some thoughts of giving up. After all, all the young talents in Shangguan Qingshan were also eyeing Ye Tongtong. Zhou Ding thought that it was unlikely that he would win the first prize.

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

"Hahahaha, this is also called calligraphy. What you write is worse than shit. It's rubbish. It's rubbish."

I saw Ye Bihuang laughing loudly while pointing at the words Zhou Dingang had written.

Seeing Ye Bihuang's arrogant look, Zhou Ding turned blue with anger. He snorted coldly: "My writing is definitely better than yours. What qualifications do you have to be so arrogant? We'll see who cries 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 really bad. If you continue to practice like this, you will only mislead others and yourself. Also, my handwriting is in trouble." It's on display over there. Please come over and take a look. It's better not to say some big words casually, otherwise it will stink." Ye Bihuang waved his hands like a fan while still breathing.

Many classmates laughed when they saw Ye Bihuang's funny look. Zhou Ding suddenly felt that these people were laughing at him. He was so angry that he almost jumped up. He finally suppressed his emotions. Zhou Ding said to Ye Bihuang with a gloomy face: "You sharp-tongued guy, I want to see how good your handwriting is." Then he walked towards Ye Bihuang's writing desk.

In fact, when Ye Bihuang insulted his calligraphy just now, Zhou Ding almost wanted to get angry and hurt someone, because he thought that his talent in writing calligraphy was unparalleled, so how could he tolerate other people's insults.

But considering Ye Bihuang's good skills, he finally suppressed this idea.

Walking to Ye Bihuang's desk, Zhou Ding looked at the song "Drinking Alone under the Moon". At first, he didn't pay much attention, but then his eyes suddenly widened and he couldn't look away from the rice paper.

Perhaps by now, many discerning people can tell the outcome of this game.

Ouyang Qingyin is a girl with keen observation skills. She basically knows the answer, but she still needs the judges to make the final judgment.

Every stroke and every word of Ye Bihuang's work is unconstrained and imaginative. Every stroke is the most wonderful curve in the world, with the most beautiful arc. These strokes form a neat and full of artistic conception. It is a magnificent The world is perfect and moving, full of pleasant rhythms. Between the black words and white paper, there seems to be an eternal flavor.