"Of course I have to compete with Sister Wanrou." Shen Mengyue pointed at the desk where Zhou Wanrou had just written the copybook, raised her chin, and continued, "If you choose to perform calligraphy in a situation like today, then let's call it calligraphy. You are already the most outstanding of all your talents."

"But if even your most outstanding talents are not comparable to Sister Wanrou, then why would Sister Wanrou buy a black marketing account to blackmail you? Do you think that others have nothing to do and you think you have too much money and no place to spend it?"

This logic... don't say it, it sounds reasonable at first glance.

The premise is that everything she said is true.

Xie Xihe stood up from the sofa and walked past Zhou Wanrou to the central dance floor.

While putting Zhou Wanrou's copybook aside on the desk, he casually picked up a wolf hair from the pen mountain.

But he didn't take action immediately, but looked towards Shen Mengyue.

"As we all know, my best thing is my face." She blinked, her peach blossom eyes shining brightly: "I have never lost in face competition."

"So your reasoning doesn't hold up."

Ignoring Zhou Wanrou's sudden change of color, she dipped her pen in the ink and slowly turned the rice paper while saying, "But since you said so, it doesn't hurt to compare."

After finishing her words, she paused her writing and picked up her pen: "Okay."

Everyone was stunned and immediately looked towards the table in front of Xie Xihe when they realized what was happening.

I saw a big word "black" lying on the pure white rice paper.

The font is quite casual and uninhibited. At first glance, it seems elegant and beautiful, but when you look closely, you feel that there is something unusual...

What's unusual about it?

Before everyone could figure out the reason, Shen Mengyue couldn't wait to rush forward.

Just one glance revealed a disdainful smile.

"It's just a black letter. For your level, it's pretty good, but it's far behind Sister Wanrou's. Xie Xihe, you lose..."

"The writing shows sharpness but also hides edge. This black lettering is so well written!"

A loud praise suddenly broke out, interrupting Shen Mengyue's unfinished words and shocking everyone who was still thinking back to their senses.

They all nodded in praise and said, "It's really good. Only few people in today's calligraphy circle can do this. In addition, the glyphs are elegant and graceful, which is quite the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties!"

Shen Mengyue never dreamed that everyone would think so highly of Xie Xihe's "black" character. She immediately showed a look of dissatisfaction. When she was about to defend herself, she was stopped by Zhou Wanrou, who finally came to her senses.

Zhou Wanrou gave her a calm look at first, then lowered her eyes again to look at Xie Xihe's copybook, her eyes changing violently.

black……

Why not write the word "black" instead of "black"? This is obviously insinuating that she bought a marketing account to blackmail her!

This bitch!

Zhou Wanrou was filled with hatred in her heart, but she still had a calm look on her face, and she even showed a look of admiration, saying: "Xi He's black calligraphy is indeed very good. Taken individually, it is indeed better than mine." superior."

She looked at Xie Xihe with a magnanimous expression: "Xihe, I didn't expect you to be so accomplished in calligraphy. I lost."

"I lost" was said so naturally that people were surprised and couldn't help but look at her and nodded in appreciation.

Xie Xihe looked at this scene with a smile in his eyes.

This is a good move to use retreat to make progress. It is estimated that someone will soon stand up to "redress the injustice" for her...

Sure enough, almost at the moment when the thought passed through Xie Xihe's mind, a voice with disapproval rang out: "The word is indeed a good word, but I don't agree with winning Miss Zhou. After all, Zhou This copybook written by Miss was written with both hands at the same time."

Hearing this, Shen Mengyue's eyes lit up and she immediately responded: "You're right, Sister Wan Rou's copybook was written with both hands. Even if the calligraphy alone is slightly inferior, the technique is much better. , so overall, Sister Wanrou wins!"

She raised her chin towards Xie Xihe and became proud again: "Xie Xihe, you lose!"

The villain looked so successful that Xie Xihe couldn't help but chuckled.

Shen Mengyue suddenly became angry: "Why are you laughing? Is what I said wrong?!"

Xie Xihe shook his head: "That's true. I just find it strange. How come you, a bystander, are more excited than the person involved, Zhou Wanrou, rushing to speak about everything?"

"Does this mean that you think there is no future as a trainee, so you have changed your career to become an assistant to Zhou Wanrou?"

"Shen Private Assistant?"

Shen Mengyue's expression suddenly changed, and she subconsciously wanted to refute, but at this moment, a series of eyes with hidden mocking fell on her, accompanied by low voices.

Shen Mengyue's voice paused, and finally she came to her senses belatedly.

Her pretty little face turned the color of pig liver in an instant. She was afraid that if she continued speaking, Xie Xihe's words would be confirmed, so although she felt extremely aggrieved, she wisely closed her mouth.

It immediately became quieter.

Xie Xihe withdrew his gaze and did not dwell on the matter of winning or losing. He looked directly at the instructor in charge of calligraphy and asked: "Has the minimum standard been met?"

The instructor came back to his senses and nodded without hesitation: "Of course you have achieved it. Congratulations, classmate. You can continue to participate in the competition."

That's OK.

The purpose of coming here today was achieved, and Xie Xihe had no intention of staying any longer. He picked up his copybook and walked out.

As for winning or losing the competition, it was never even mentioned from beginning to end.

It was as if this was just a trivial matter that she didn't care about at all...

Zhou Wanrou almost gritted her silver teeth as she looked at the girl's back as she turned away.

But now that there is no spokesperson Shen Mengyue, she cannot take the initiative to mention it, otherwise it will appear that she cares about winning or losing.

Then the magnanimous image she had just established would immediately collapse...

I could only watch Xie Xihe leave.

"Thank you, Miss, stay."

At this moment, a slightly surprised male voice suddenly sounded, calling out to Xie Xihe.

Xie Xihe actually didn't want to stay, but he couldn't bear it and rushed in front of her, blocking her way.

Xie Xihe suppressed his impatience and raised his eyes: "Is something wrong?"

The person who stopped Xie Xihe was the person who had previously evaluated Zhou Wanrou, Wang Jieqing. At this time, his eyes were fixed on the copybook in Xie Xihe's hand. He couldn't help but swallowed and said: "Miss Xie, there is someone here. I'm sorry, I don't know if I should say it or not..."

Xie Xihe: "...you know you shouldn't say it but you still say it?"

Wang Jieqing: "..."

Although I was a little embarrassed, I still said it shamelessly: "Can you give me this word from Miss Xie?"
Chapter completed!