"That's right, our second competition is writing." Dongfang Yong made a gesture, and the old man and Xiao Jin put the two tables in front of the courtyard.
On the desk, there are pen, ink and paper.
The special thing is the paper. There are rice-shaped grids on the paper. Each grid is like the rice-shaped grids in the calligraphy books used by modern primary school students to sketch new calligraphy. The size is almost one centimeter wide.
The pen is about the same size as a large white cloud pen.
Dongfang Yong pointed to the table and said: "There are two words here. You and I each choose one word, and then copy it ten thousand times on the rice grid. It must be in regular script. Whoever writes it first will win. If you agree, the same will happen.
Don’t give up halfway”
Dongfang Yong looked at him and said provocatively: "Do you dare to accept it?"
At this time, Prince Shan Yu took a breath, what, write ten thousand words, do you want anyone to live?
Ask Wu Bi how long it would take him to type 10,000 words and how much physical strength it would take. Do you have the nerve to ask me to copy 10,000 words?"
(Answer, it takes me more than six hours to type 10,000 words, and I can only take a break to drink water, and my fingers cannot stop at other times. Of course, this is just typing. It depends on the situation when writing a novel. You may be able to keep up if you are passionate.
If the plot gets stuck, it will be a disaster." Hehe)
Dongfang Yong waved his hand and said: "If you don't dare to compete, forget it and let's go."
Then he turned around and walked in.
That look of disdain was particularly intolerable to Prince Shanyu.
"Wait a minute..." Prince Shanyu shouted.
His voice was still breathless when he shouted, and he had not yet recovered from his run.
"I haven't said anything yet, who said I won't compete?" Prince Shanyu shouted.
"You want to compete?" Dongfang Yong asked. "Come on then"
"Wait a minute." Prince Shan Yu looked at the thick rice-character paper and couldn't help but feel a little scared. "Even if I don't compete in the second competition, isn't there a third round? This second competition can't be done either."
Do you think you win?"
Dongfang Yong waved his finger and said disdainfully: "I disdain to be your enemy. You are a coward who doesn't even have the courage to be challenged."
"Even if there is a third game, but you don't accept the second test, it will be regarded as your defeat. I won the second game, do you think it counts?"
That deep contempt made Prince Chanyu not dare to be a rogue
He took a deep breath. The current situation is that if Prince Shanyu does not accept it, then he will have to accept Dongfang Yong's contempt and the loser stepped on by him. This is very different from the situation that Prince Shanyu had at the beginning.
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"Okay, I accept your second test," Prince Shanyu said in a low voice.
Dongfang Yong was overjoyed in his heart, but he calmly made an invitation gesture to Prince Shanyu and said: "Prince Shanyu please"
Prince Shanyu came to a table and was stunned for a moment when he saw a word next to it.
"Excuse me, what is this word?" Prince Shanyu asked a little angrily.
"Ah? The prince doesn't even know such a simple word?" Dongfang Yong said in surprise.
When the others heard this, they became curious and went over to take a look. Everyone's faces looked better.
I couldn't help it, my face turned purple, I couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.
Prince Shanyu looked very unhappy and said to Dongfang Yong: "Read it and see."
"Bitch, isn't that a mean word?" Dongfang Yong said innocently.
"Are you insulting me? Are you provoking our Golden Wolf Empire?" Prince Shanyu said angrily.
"Wrong" Dongfang Yong said louder than him.
Prince Shanyu was startled.
Dongfang Yong pointed his hand and said: "I said you are stupid, but it's because you have a bad memory. I just said that I asked you to choose one word from two words. If you don't like this word, you won't choose the other one.
, isn’t it just one word? You have low self-esteem and you put it on yourself. If you don’t like this word, then choose another word. Then this word will come to me, right?
Then you said you wanted to scold me on purpose? So, say you are stupid. If you don’t like this word, go over there and take a look..."
Prince Shanyu was scolded by Dongfang Yong, and he felt that it was a bit too much.
So he went to another table, looked at it, and was stunned for a moment.
At first he was angry again and wanted to yell, but after thinking about Dongfang Yong's words just now, he endured it.
But he was breathing heavily, and his chest was very uneven.
The others went over to take a look and couldn't help it this time and burst out laughing.
Why, because the other word is stupid
Dongfang Yong is really outstanding. He wrote two words, one is cheap and the other is stupid.
"Master Dongfang, are you insulting my character?" Prince Shanyu asked.
Dongfang Yong laughed and said: "Two words, let you choose first. Will you choose the best one and leave the worst to me? Then why do you still blame me? In a word, do you dare to compete?
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Prince Shanyu hummed a few times, then lowered his head and read two words.
One is stupid, the other is mean, both are not good words.
However, it seems that this word for stupid sounds better than the word for mean.
"I chose the word stupid," Prince Shanyu said.
"Okay, you are stupid" Dongfang Yong said. "Start"
Prince Shan Yu was so angry that his face turned green, but when he saw Dongfang Yong picking up the pen, he did not dare to delay, so he hurried over and picked up the pen.
I looked at the rice-character grid, and it was so damn sinful. Moreover, Dabaiyun’s brush made the characters large and small, which was even more painful.
Over there, Dongfang Yong had already started writing, and Prince Shanyu had no choice but to put aside his complaints and start writing.
After a while, he discovered a problem and shouted to Dongfang Yong: "Hey, why don't you prepare a chair?"
Yes, they all wrote while standing, and Dongfang Yong didn't prepare a chair at all.
Dongfang Yong only focused on writing and did not answer him
"Hey, talk," Prince Shanyu called.
Bing'er looked at Dongfang Yong who was concentrating on writing, and then said to Prince Shanyu: "Our young master didn't ask for a chair just now. Our young master also stood like you, so don't complain."
Prince Shanyu glared at Bing'er, and then had to lower his head to write.
Everyone has experience. It’s very tiring to write small characters, and it’s done while standing, with 10,000 words behind it. This is a terrible job.
The two of them buried their desks and wrote, and everyone else became quiet and watched them quietly.
The Chinese characters of the Qin and Tang Empires were not unique to the Qin and Tang Empires. The Golden Wolf Empire also used these Chinese characters. This was because the Golden Wolf Empire also used the power of seal symbols, so it needed Chinese characters.
Soon, someone discovered that Dongfang Yong could write faster than Prince Shanyu. Prince Shanyu only wrote more than two hundred words, while Dongfang Yong wrote three hundred words.
This seems to be just a little faster, and Prince Shanyu spoke many times just now, which made him distance himself. However, just looking at Dongfang Yong's writing, it can be seen with the naked eye that the writing speed is much faster than Prince Shanyu.
Moreover, Dongfang Yong came back from running a while ago. This period of time gave Dongfang Yong plenty of opportunities to rest. Moreover, when Dongfang Yong ran just now, he seemed to be more relaxed than Prince Shanyu, so now Dongfang Yong will not suffer from the heavy consumption just now.
The influence of physical strength, but Prince Shanyu is different.
He finished the 50,000-meter run with great difficulty. As soon as he came back, he entered the second competition.
Moreover, you need to stand while writing, and cannot sit down to take a rest, so Prince Shanyu's feet soon became sore and his legs trembled from time to time.
However, it can be seen that Prince Shanyu is a man of great will. He is very tolerant and his physical fitness is also very good. He is just not used to running on mountain roads. From his current performance, we can see that he has very strong patience.
I have written more than a thousand words, which has already filled five or six pieces of paper.
Suddenly everyone shouted in surprise. Prince Shanyu felt strange and turned around. There was nothing strange about Dongfang Yong. Why were these people so surprised?
Prince Shanyu turned around and continued writing, but suddenly frowned, turned around again, looked at Dongfang Yong, and found something different.
Dongfang Yong’s current pen is actually held in his left hand
Yes, most people write with their right hand, but Dongfang Yong’s pen is now on his left hand
So Dongfang Yong is left-handed???
Impossible. If Dongfang Yong was left-handed, Prince Shan Yu would have noticed this abnormality at the beginning and would not ignore it. Then...
Dongfang Yong started writing in the normal way - holding a pen in his right hand, but now he changed his hand.
Changed hands?
Changed hands
He actually changed hands, he knew how to change hands
He can write with both hands
Prince Shanyu finally discovered the most important place, and his eyes bulged. This was incredible.
If you can write with both hands, you can switch to another hand and your hands will not get sore from writing too many words or writing for too long.
Prince Chanyu discovered that this was his greatest tragedy
So what to do now?
Continue to write the word stupid? It seems that this word was born for Prince Shanyu today, and it is scolding Prince Shanyu for being stupid.
At this time, Dongfang Yong turned his head, smiled slyly, and said: "Prince Shanyu, we have agreed to the competition and will go to the end. This is a personality issue other than victory or defeat. I don't know.
Will Prince Shanyu do it?"
If it is said that the winner must complete the course, and the loser does not matter, this is in victory or defeat, but in terms of personality or dignity, this is an unequal level. If the loser completes the course, then people will say that although
If you defeat You Rong, if you don't finish the race, then this kind of opponent is not worthy of being called an opponent at all.
Prince Shanyu gritted his teeth and decided to fight. Even if he lost, he could not lose on his personality.
Dongfang Yong smiled in his heart, but wrote calmly on the outside.
In fact, he had planned most of the things from the beginning.
For example, among these two characters, one means stupid, which has eleven strokes, and the other, which means cheap, has nine strokes.
If you write 10,000 words, then there will be 20,000 more stupid words than stupid words. You will know who is better and who is worse.
Moreover, Dongfang Yong knew that he could work with both hands, which naturally gave him an advantage.
In this writing, Dongfang Yong no longer maintains the gentlemanly style when running, letting Prince Shanyu follow him in a low-key manner. Instead, he exerts his own level and is ahead of Prince Shanyu all the way.
Judging from the current situation of writing more than 2,000 words, Prince Shan Yu seems to have fallen behind Dongfang Yong.
However, for Prince Shanyu, Strategic Advisor Wolf, and even Zhu Yongqing, there is really no telling who will finish writing it first until the end.
But it will take a long time for them to finish writing more than 10,000 words.
First of all, Bai Hu couldn't wait any longer. With a wave of his hand, he left only ten soldiers to guard here and led the team to train.
After a while, Xiaoying and Xiaoli ran inside, brought tables, chairs, pastries and melon seeds, and invited people outside to eat and drink. Of course, they and Bing'er also started eating melon seeds.
Zhu Yongqing said, "Why don't you invite me inside to do it?" Bing'er gave up Zhu Yongqing's idea of going to the hospital with just one sentence.
She said: "My little one (jie) is sick and it is not appropriate to visit her."
Then Zhu Yongqing thought of the Dongfang family's baby (jie), who had the most terrible disease and was living in this courtyard.
Thinking of this, how could he dare to go in again? Instead, he was thinking about how to get out of here.
But he seemed to see some political resources in Prince Shanyu, which would be very beneficial to Zhu Yongqing's next action to seize the throne, so he had no choice but to stay.
Time soon reached noon, Xiaoying Xiaoli went in to cook, and then moved outside to treat everyone to eat.
But if Dongfang Yong doesn't stop, the laggard Prince Shanyu will naturally find it hard to stop.
Bing'er, who was heartbroken for her beloved husband, took a bowl and chopsticks and went to feed Dongfang Yong.
Prince Chanyu was envious of it, what a good treatment it was. Prince Chanyu also wanted to have such treatment, but this time he brought no maids at all, they were all three big men who grew up on horseback.
A thick man, let these men feed him...Prince Shanyu's stomach twitched first
"Hmm...Prince Shanyu, do you want me to lend Xiaoli to feed you?" Dongfang Yong swallowed the food in his mouth, and then continued writing without raising his head, but he asked Prince Shanyu.
He really managed to do three things at once.
Prince Shanyu thought about it, if he really borrowed it, how would Batu and Wolf Military Advisor view him? Wouldn't this hurt their feelings?
So Prince Shan Yu had a hard-boiled duck's mouth, or he said in a swollen face, "Thank you, Lord Dongfang, for your kindness, but my military advisor is capable of the job."
After hearing this, the wolf military advisor hurriedly went over to feed Prince Shanyu.
After the meal was full, the two continued to write. Now Dongfang Yong has passed five thousand, and Prince Shanyu has not yet reached four thousand. It seems that it will take a long time to write.
However, Dongfang Yong changed his hand, and now his hand can still write steadily, but Prince Shanyu has begun to shake.
Another problem is that after standing for a long time, their feet began to feel a little sore and numb.
Prince Shanyu began to pant and sweat. He turned to Dongfang Yong and said, "Dongfang Yong, how about you and I compromise and bring a chair to sit on?"
Dongfang Yong remained calm and said nothing.
He is now writing a mean word mechanically with his hand. His subconscious mind, or the human brain is like a computer. Doesn't the computer have a background? So Dongfang Yong opened a background program and told himself that writing this word was cursing others.
Opening a background program naturally saves data and allows you to open another program in the foreground.
At this time, Dongfang Yong thought that he couldn’t remember which writer said that only by writing novels standing up can one write wonderful novels.
You are looking for trouble. Who dares to say that standing and writing is a good thing? I, Dongfang Yong, will definitely fight for him.
Is this going to be easy? Bragging, deceiving
Although he thought so in his heart, he was very calm on the surface. There was a fool next to him. In fact, he was not making a fool of himself, he was making the fool suffer...
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Bing'er felt sorry for Ai Lang, seeing that it must be very hard for him to stand for so long, so he stood up and advised: "Master, I think it's better to find a chair to sit comfortably, otherwise if Yu'er knows that you are standing like this,
She will definitely feel sorry for you."
Yu'er will feel distressed, but now the one who feels most distressed is Bing'er, but this shy Nizi insists on dragging Yu'er out who doesn't know yet.
Dongfang Yong naturally knew what Bing'er was thinking. He smiled and nodded: "Okay, listen to Bing'er and prepare two chairs."
Bing'er and Prince Shanyu both cheered happily.
There were ready-made chairs nearby, but Binger ran into the yard.
After a while, Bing'er brought a large soft cushion and placed it on Dongfang Yong's chair, while Prince Shanyu's chair was an ordinary chair.
"Hey, this is not fair. If this is the case, it is unfair to you and you will be disqualified," Prince Shanyu shouted.
Damn, you thought it was an Olympic competition?
But Dongfang Yong didn't want to continue arguing with him, and wanted to sit comfortably, so he said, "Prepare a cushion for our Prince Shanyu."
Binger was dissatisfied and asked Xiaoli to prepare.
What Xiaoli holds is naturally not as high-end as what Binger holds, but it is still more comfortable than sitting on an ordinary chair.
But Prince Shanyu is an easily satisfied person, so he no longer makes any noise.
Time passed by minute by minute. Even if Dongfang Yong could change his hands from left to right, writing small characters would not only make his hands sore, but also very nerve-wracking.
Like someone who just started writing a novel, writing two thousand words a day will consume a lot of mental energy and make you easily tired at first. But after writing for a long time, writing thousands or even thousands of words a day will become much easier.
Both of them are now very mentally exhausted, but both of them have a will to support them and finish writing.
The sky was getting darker and darker. Dongfang Yong had already written nine thousand words, while Prince Shanyu was between seven thousand and eight thousand. By this time, there was no way to say who was faster and who was slower between the two of them.
Writing a word is a very strenuous task.
Bing'er asked Baihu and the others to light lamps in the courtyard so that Dongfang Yong and Prince Shanyu's sight would not be affected.
Finally, Dongfang Yong finished writing the 10,000th word, with an absolute advantage. His hand holding the pen became stiff. He wanted to put down the pen, but found that his fingers could not move.
"Bing'er, come here and help me, help me take down the pen," Dongfang Yong said with a hissing voice.
"Oh, here we come." Bing'er took down the pen and squeezed Dongfang Yong's hand distressedly.
After a while, my blood circulation finally started to increase and I felt comfortable.
Looking at Prince Shanyu who had not yet written nine thousand words, Dongfang Yong felt as if he was going to watch a horror movie instead of surviving a disaster.
After another hour, Prince Shanyu finally finished writing, and someone else took down his pen. He looked at Dongfang Yong with a terrifying look...