True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Soon someone brought up the four treasures of the study, and on the high platform, a table was set up in front of the guests.

Lin Xi looked at the girl and was very displeased: "Since you said so, then I'll give you a chance to write."

Xiu Yu was on fire all of a sudden.

"It's okay." Ying Zijin put his hand on her shoulder, motioning her not to move.

He got up and walked up.

Seeing this scene, the students under the stage became restless.

They stood up one by one, wishing they could go on stage to see them.

Jiang Ran calmed down the violent internal energy in his body and suppressed the dryness: "Her hand hurts so much, what words can she write?"

Don't all the writing hands need to be well protected?

"I haven't seen it either, but Father Ying is sure to know everything."

"..."

Jiang Ran felt that he could not refute this.

Because he has been in autism for a while.

He had to be patient and look up on the stage.

On the other side, Zhong Zhiwan frowned, confused.

She couldn't understand at all, Ying Zijin dared to go up even though she admitted cheating.

She and Lin Xi belonged to the same division, so she was naturally aware of Lin Xi's temper.

Lin Xi usually treats people kindly, but when it comes to academic matters, she is very strict, and even she has been trained several times.

Ying Zijin directly bumped into Lin Xi this time, and in the future, she will never even think about entering the art world.

The rich and powerful are all connected with the art world. If this happened, will Mr. Zhong still dote on an adopted daughter who offended the art world?

Ying Zijin glanced at the inkstone and found that the ink had also been polished for her, which saved her troubles.

She raised her jaw and pointed at the scroll: "How much is this word worth?"

Lin Xi restrained his anger: "At least five million, write your words."

Ying Zijin nodded: "Well, you remember it."

She lowered her head and picked out a wolf's pen in the pen holder.

The audience before the live broadcast was very puzzled.

【What does she mean? What do you want Lin Xi to remember? 】

[I don't understand, but she is really brave, and this courage deserves applause. 】

【What courage? The jar is broken, it would be embarrassing if you can't write big characters for a while. 】

Lin Xi watched coldly.

Behind him, the principal looked at the head of the art group: "When was the punishment of expulsion discussed? How come I, the principal, don't know?"

"How can such a trivial matter trouble you, Principal?" The head of the art team smiled, "Cheating and doing it to Master Wei Hou, how could it not be fired?"

The principal frowned: "There must be a secret to this."

"Isn't she writing?" The head of the art team didn't care. "Headmaster, you'll know after a look at it. She originally came from the county seat, so what else can..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The live broadcast also suddenly stopped.

Because at this time, everyone who was paying attention to the platform saw that the girl raised her left hand again and held another wolf pen.

She pressed the rice paper with a paperweight, took a step back, as if observing something, and then leaned down.

The next second, the two pens moved at the same time.

【…】

[Fuck, bow left and right? Is she crazy? What Lin Xi can't do, how old is she this year? 】

【Grandstand! Art is insulted by such people! 】

[Photography brother, don't take pictures of her, take pictures of her words, hurry up, let's see how non-garbage she writes. 】

[Don't worry everyone, when she finishes writing, she will know what it is like. 】

Zhong Zhiwan shook his head again, even more disappointed.

Left hand to right brain, right to left brain.

Writing with both hands at the same time, and writing well, is even more difficult.

After all, the nerves of the brain are limited, and it is impossible to do without training.

The masters of the art world were also shocked, but they were so far away that they could not see what the girl wrote.

That is fifty or sixty seconds, Ying Zijin put down the pen.

"It's finished?" Lin Xi didn't know what to say, and his anger was mixed with sarcasm, "Don't be impatient when you write. You write so fast, what can you write?"

With that said, he stepped forward and picked up the rice paper.

Looking down like this, his expression instantly stiffened.

The camera has been following Lin Xi, clearly magnifying his facial expressions, and you can even see the trembling of every inch of muscle.

[Lin Xi seems to be shocked, what did you see? 】

[Won't it be too ugly to write? 】

[Too curious, let's see what is written. 】

Lin Xi looked at the words on the rice paper, his pupils contracted violently, his fingers trembled, it was unbelievable.

A sheet of rice paper is divided into two columns.

One side is seal script, the other is regular script.

Two different strokes with completely opposite styles.

The pen travels the dragon, and the clouds flow.

One stroke, one stroke, three points into the wood.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Lin Xi really couldn't believe it was written by a seventeen-year-old high school student.

Or bow left and right, with both hands at the same time.

how can that be?

Not to mention that the word is extremely atmospheric, and it seems that thunder is pouring down from the word, and the momentum is shocking.

Lin Xi felt a lot of pressure, and he almost didn't dare to look directly at it for too long.

More than ten seconds passed, and he still stood there.

The photographer stepped forward, surprised and reminded in a low voice, "Mr. Lin, please raise it up and aim at the camera."

Lin Xi was still stunned, but he unfolded the rice paper.

The two characters were printed on the big screen and completely exposed to everyone's eyes.

Zhong Zhiwan was talking to the Minister of Literature and Art with a smile when he looked up.

Her smile stopped, and her head buzzed: "..."

All the sounds in my ears seem to have disappeared at this moment

The entire venue fell into dead silence once again.

The barrage stopped for a few seconds, then suddenly increased.

[Fuck, this word...]

[To be honest, in such a comparison, Wei Hou's pair has indeed become garbage. 】

[Opening the bow from left to right, doing it in one go, and writing two fonts, this is called awesome, right? 】

[With such a good handwriting, do you need to cheat? 】

[It's not my conspiracy theory, why do I suspect that someone stole her name? Deliberately give her another cheating hat? 】

How ruthlessly ridiculed it was before, how much it rebounded now, especially the audience who have been waiting for the reversal.

[I’m sorry, I really… don’t like the so-called Jie Cao Lin Xi, and even hate it. 】

[Isn't he quite arrogant just like he was just now? Then let Lin Xi write a picture on the spot. He is 28, right? 17 people already use two hands, why does he have to add two feet? 】

【Use both hands and feet? It's too high to look at Lin Xi. You said that Lin Xi sold 500,000 characters at the age of 12, but how did I hear that the buyer was his grandfather? 】

[Wow, this is the shady scene! I just heard Ying Zijin ask Lin Xi how much the word "garbage" is worth, and Lin Xi said 5 million, so the picture she is writing now is not worth 10 million, right? 】

[Lin Xi is slapping himself in the face. One thing to say is that if he first communicates with other students privately, and if the students do not repent, it will not be too late to announce the dismissal. Moreover, he is not Qingzhi's teacher, right? ? 】

Because there are many students in junior high school and high school, and there are faculty and staff, there are two large screens on both sides of the table.

The big screen projected the live broadcast, and the participants were teenagers. The school kept pace with the times, and naturally the barrage was not turned off.

The previous barrage that mocked Ying Zijin had long since disappeared, all of which were mocking Lin Xi for being too arrogant.

Zhong Zhiwan's head was still buzzing, and he couldn't hear what the people around him were saying.

The blood on her lips faded little by little, and her face became pale.

how come?

Can Ying Zijin really write it?

Not deceitful?

"Mr. Lin, I don't know why you think Ying is cheating with Master Wei Hou's name." The principal glanced coldly at the head of the art group, "But now it's clear that you insulted her reputation. Shouldn't I apologize to classmate Ying?"

[Oh, oh, I like this principal, not the kind who only cares about face, nor does he follow the flames. 】

[Lin Xi should apologize. Fortunately, the little girl has a strong psychological tolerance. The news of the student jumping off the building a few days ago made me suffocate. 】

Lin Xi's body was stiff and embarrassed.

But instead of apologizing, he said, "But this pair of words really belongs to Master Wei Hou."

Even if Ying Zijin writes well, it does not prove that she did not steal.

Before the principal spoke again, the president of the Shanghai Art Association suddenly stood up and was shocked: "President Sheng?"

Ying Zijin turned her head sideways.

Just a few meters away, Sheng Qingtang was walking to the guest seat wearing a straw hat and slippers.

The president of Shanghai Art Association rushed forward to greet him: "President Sheng, why are you here?"

In terms of its status in the art world, Sheng Qingtang is definitely one of the best.

Although he has retired from the Huaguo Calligraphy Art Association, others will still call him the grand president.

"Let's take a look." Sheng Qingtang waved his hand, "I just happened to be busy today."

He wouldn't say that he wanted to use his old face to bring back the words of the genius doctor Ying.

Such a good character, what art festival are you participating in?

It should be framed and hung on the wall to watch every day.

Do these people understand the essence of that adjective?

He bah.

But what did he just hear?

Mr. Sheng was angry.

Lin Xi was also taken aback: "Senior Sheng."

Sheng Qingtang ignored him, but pointed to the scroll, and said word by word, "You said this character was written by Wei Hou?"