Why didn't Liu Jin reveal any perverted projects in advance? Even if she learned to cook a dish from an old geek, it would be considered a craft.
Contestants who had finished their performances came out one after another. They were laughing and couldn't hide the joy on their faces. Some said how fluently they played the piano, which made the princes stunned;
He said that his singing was so haunting that even the king was shocked.
The more Zhong Yuxi listened, the more distressed she became. That untimely voice happened to come again at this moment.
"number 8."
888, who said 8 means "fat"?
Zhong Yuxi stood under the spotlight, looking at the dark crowd below, her head became two big.
The examiner asked her what talent show she was going to perform, and she really wanted to say, I don't know anything.
Liu Jin looked at him nervously. How could he not know how good Zhong Yuxi was? Apart from her red eyes when fighting, she usually had no interest in anything. Once he took her to play tennis and she broke six sets of other rackets.
He decided not to care. Even if she didn't perform anything, he would press the crystal ball.
The sixth brother on the left has a vague look in his eyes, not knowing what he is thinking.
The prince's eyebrows on the right were slightly depressed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The second and third brothers were all smiling vaguely, but the fourth brother was the only one holding his chin, with a fairly gentle expression on his face.
Will they give Zhong Yuxi a reckoning?
Just as he was about to secretly stuff the note he had prepared earlier, he heard the examiner ask a third time: "Miss, if you don't have any talent to perform... then..."
"I can calligraphy." Zhong Yuxi suddenly looked at the examiner and said timidly.
The examiner was stunned for a moment, but immediately ordered someone to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Liu Jin made a gesture of holding his forehead: her handwriting was ugly even to an earthworm, and she even boasted that she knew calligraphy.
And a smile finally appeared on the corner of the prince's mouth. He wanted to see how to write this so-called calligraphy.
Zhong Yuxi held the pen and suppressed the bursts of nervousness in her heart. She closed her eyes slightly and carefully considered the word that she had to copy several times every day in her mind. Although the original manuscript was no longer there,
That word has been deeply imprinted in her heart.
The pen and ink are flying, and the ink is fragrant.
The word "meal" with flying dragons and phoenixes is completed in one go.