After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 975 Words

Feng Yin started writing.

The moment she put pen to paper, everything fell silent.

Zhang Bo'er, who came over to speak, seemed to have his throat squeezed tightly. His mouth was still open, but no sound came out, and he even breathed softly subconsciously.

Zhang Bo'er can't understand what kind of calligraphy is good, but he can tell whether the calligraphy is beautiful or uncomfortable.

The words written by Feng Yin are very contrasting.

It's not as sharp as imagined, but it gives people a feeling of comfort like a spring breeze, and I can't help but indulge in it.

What's even more surprising is Feng Yin's temperament.

After she put pen to paper, she exuded an aura, a master's natural and unrestrained demeanor in the mountains and rivers, which was somewhat ethereal and yet down-to-earth. It was very complex and occupied a world of its own.

[There is a feeling that I dare not speak, for fear of disturbing Feng Yin. 】

[Me too, it’s so amazing, it’s obviously just a live broadcast. 】

[I’m not well-educated enough. Damn it, come on, that word is awesome! 】

As netizens said, they couldn't understand it, but they just felt that Feng Yin wrote it well.

There is even a wonderful sense of pride that everyone is really good.

Proud of Feng Yin!
The wind roared so powerfully that they felt proud.

At the same time, the four big guys watching the live broadcast were also shocked.

Wen Xuelan: This word looks like I want to embroider it.

Du Lanting: I want to paint! Overflowing with inspiration, this word is just right!
Hu Dashan: I have a tune in my mind and want to write it out. The characters are so beautiful.

Shui Musheng: It turns out that this is Feng Yin’s trump card.

At this moment, Shui Musheng really understood.

No wonder he thought Feng Yin's methods were a bit crude before, but after Feng Yin's words fell, he understood that here was the trump card.

As long as Xu Mingshan sees Feng Yin's words, everything Feng Yin wants will no longer be a problem.

But the person who can write this poem has his own character.

Shui Musheng began to regret, he should have struck first. I always feel that Xu Mingshan will rob people.

Shui Musheng became a little restless when he thought of this. He couldn't let Xu Mingshan snatch away the Go talent he had finally spotted.

"Lao Xu is here."

"What do you guys think of Lao Xu's expression when he saw this word?"

"I guess I need to take some medicine, otherwise I won't get over it easily."

While the three bosses were commenting, Shuimusheng suppressed his inner impulse and continued reading.

In the classroom, Xu Mingshan checked each student's handwriting from front to back and gave certain guidance.

The atmosphere was very good. He walked towards Feng Yin with a smile and stood opposite Feng Yin. Only footsteps could be heard in the live broadcast room.

This is why the four bosses knew that Xu Mingshan was coming.

Xu Mingshan hadn't looked at Feng Yin's words yet. He didn't want his face to be seen in Feng Yin's live broadcast room, so he stood opposite Feng Yin.

"How's the writing going? I'll come -"

Silenced.

The moment Xu Mingshan lowered his head, the sound was automatically silenced.

No one knew what was going on in his mind. All they heard was that the voice that originally spoke disappeared.

With a "click" sound, Feng Yin put down the brush in his hand, smoothed the wrinkle-free sleeves, raised his head, and looked at Xu Mingshan with a smile.

"Please rate."

Feng Yin's voice interrupted Xu Mingshan's appreciation, causing him to recover from his shock and trance. He finally raised his head and looked into Feng Yin's light eyes.

"Here—you—I—wait a moment."

Xu Mingshan had so much to say that he didn't know where to start. He could only calm down for a moment, take a deep breath, and clear his thoughts.

"Girl, did you do this on purpose?"

Girl?

What is this name?