Because it was just a performance activity, Zhou Wanrou didn't plan to use her specialties of classical dance or calligraphy at first, but then she suddenly changed her mind.

——There were too many accidents today, and she had to do something to make everyone forget about the recording.

Of course, more importantly...if she remembered correctly, on the program list she scanned at that time, Xie Xihe had predicted a calligraphy performance.

As long as she can crush Xie Xihe with the same talent in front of everyone, it can be proved to a large extent that she has no reason to discredit Xie Xihe.

Even if Zhou Weijun finds out any evidence against her later, she can completely deduce that everything was done by Xie Xi and the director and actor who wanted to frame her.

Thinking of this, Zhou Wanrou strengthened her thoughts and displayed the four treasures of the study one by one.

When the preparations were ready, Zhou Wanrou slowly inserted the wolf hair in her hand into the ink, gradually inhaling, gradually inhaling...

Zhou Wanrou has done these steps countless times since she was a child, and she can complete them perfectly even with her eyes closed, so while waiting, she took the time to scan towards the location where Xie Xihe had noticed earlier.

When I saw this, my heart was so packed that I almost couldn't stop the movement of polishing the pen in my hand!

This woman is actually sleeping!

When she showed off her best calligraphy skills, when she made up her mind to trample Xie Xihe under her feet and avenge her shame, the other party not only did not show panic as she expected, but even looked at him.

He didn't even look in her direction.

It's as if...she is just a clown, not worth mentioning at all.

Naked humiliation.

The embarrassment of being exposed to the recording and the pain of having her ankle broken rushed into her heart at this moment. Zhou Wanrou felt as if there was a breath shaking in her chest, making her eager to vent.

Suddenly, she stretched out her left hand and took out another wolf hair.

"This...holding the pen with both hands, what does Zhou Wanrou want to do?"

"I heard that Miss Zhou studied with Mr. Zhang for a period of time when she was young. Could it be said that she even learned Mr. Zhang's unique skills?"

"Mr. Zhang? Are you talking about Mr. Zhang Hengshui, the great calligrapher who 'waves the brush with both hands and creates wind from left to right'?"

"Yes, it's him. Looking at Zhou Wanrou's posture, he is probably right. It seems that we can feast our eyes on it today!"

"I just don't know how much of the old man's skills she has learned. Although it is just a temporary performance, there are not many reporters present. If it fails, it will have some impact on the subsequent competition, right?"

"..."

The sound of discussions reached Zhou Wanrou's ears, and her hand holding the wolf's hair tightened unconsciously.

She has been practicing swiping with both hands for more than five years. She could not control her strength at first, but now she has succeeded eight or nine times out of ten.

And the handwriting is not much worse than that written with one hand.

I was planning to save it until the finals and show it to surprise everyone, but now...

Zhou Wanrou's eyes once again glanced at the girl outside the crowd, and a sinister look flashed between her lowered eyebrows.

But now, she doesn't care about that much anymore!

Zhou Wanrou closed her eyes fiercely, and when she opened them again, all the emotions in her elegant and dignified eyes were gone, leaving only calmness.

She raised the pen and pressed it down. The movements of her hand were sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow. In the process of constant changes in lifting and pressing, vivid fonts appeared on the paper one by one.

Zhou Wanrou's eyes became darker and her hand movements accelerated again.

Until a certain moment, she moved her hands upward at the same time, and all movements stopped abruptly.

Zhou Wanrou looked at her results in just over a minute, with a look of satisfaction in her eyes. She placed the wolf hair in her hand on the mountain of pens, nodded slightly to those around her, and said with a normal smile: "Funny."

There was a sound of praise.

"You are worthy of being a disciple of Mr. Zhang. Miss Zhou's ability to use both hands to wipe out brushstrokes is truly worthy of her reputation. Today is an eye-opener for me!"

"The words written by Miss Zhou's left hand are not under the right hand, and the two are perfectly connected. This must have been ten years of hard work!"

There are also people who know calligraphy who commented pertinently: "It's not perfect. In the end, Ms. Zhou's writing power couldn't keep up, and there were slight flaws in the connection. But the flaws are not concealed. At Ms. Zhou's age, she can write with both hands at the same time."

Such a character is considered to be of the highest quality. As long as you are willing to continue to work hard, your future achievements will not be as bad as Mr. Zhang's, but they will be the same."

The speaker's name is Wang Jieqing. Although his reputation is not as good as Mr. Zhang's, he can still be regarded as a master in the calligraphy world.

Being able to get such comments from him shows that Zhou Wanrou is indeed a real person.

The praises from the crowd became even louder.

Xie Xihe was woken up by the sound coming and going.

She frowned, slowly opened her eyes and looked towards the place where the sound came from, and met a pair of seemingly humble eyes.

The other party is also looking at her.

When he saw her looking over, he immediately smiled at her. He remained humble, but if he looked carefully, he could see the uncontrollable pride in his eyes.

Xie Xihe: "..."

So, does this have something to do with her again?

At this time, Meng Ke had come back from the performance. He probably understood Xie Xihe's speechlessness and couldn't help but glance at her and said: "Don't look at it, they are just here for you."

She nodded her chin in the direction of Zhou Wanrou and her eyes became cold: "She had previously predicted a guqin performance, but not long before the performance started, she temporarily changed it to a calligraphy performance on the grounds that she injured her ankle.

I won’t believe it if she’s targeting you, even if I beat her to death.”

Xie Xihe finally understood and couldn't help but laugh out loud and said: "Because of an ankle injury, the guqin performance was changed to a calligraphy performance. How did she come up with such a weird reason?"

Meng Ke: "..."

Isn't this the focus now? Shouldn't she first think about how to get back in this situation?

Xie Xihe didn't have to think about it at all, because someone had already thought it out for her.

Just when everyone's praises stopped for a while, a doubtful voice suddenly rang out, saying: "By the way, where is Xie Xihe? Where did Xie Xihe go?"

Zhou Wanrou's eyes flashed: "I seemed to have seen her in the rest area before. What's wrong? Do you have something to do with her?"

Shen Mengyue immediately looked towards the rest area and saw Xie Xihe's figure as expected. She immediately snorted heavily and said: "Xie Xihe, didn't you say before that Sister Wanrou bought a marketing account to blackmail you? Do you dare to prove it yourself?

For a moment?"

Xie Xihe glanced at her and thought it was interesting: "How do you want me to prove this?"

As she spoke, she opened her phone and was about to press it.

Zhou Wanrou was startled, and while secretly scolding Shen Mengyue in her heart, she failed more than failed, and why did she mention this matter again? She quickly stepped forward to stop her, and said: "Xihe, Mengyue didn't mean that, you misunderstood.

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Chapter completed!