I have a god-level invincible system

Chapter 321 Arrogant
After a pause, Liu Xiaoyuan went on to say: "President Meng, let's compete with your grandson in calligraphy. I think I should close my eyes and write. Otherwise, it would be a bad idea to say that the big bullies the small, and the victory is not good!"

Liu Xiaoyuan's words were so right that he clearly regarded Meng Hao as a child and didn't take him seriously at all. Meng Hao was so angry that his face turned livid, very ugly.

For Liu Xiaoyuan's words, the people present did not believe it, because even they couldn't do it.If they were allowed to cover their eyes, none of them had any certainty that their handwriting would be better than Meng Hao's.

At this moment, even Zhao Qianhai felt that Liu Xiaoyuan was pretending to be a bit too much, so he walked to Liu Xiaoyuan's side and said, "Mr. Liu..."

However, as soon as Zhao Qianhai finished speaking, Liu Xiaoyuan interrupted him, and said to him with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, put your heart in your stomach."

Seeing Liu Xiaoyuan's stubbornness, Zhao Qianhai couldn't say anything, but he was still worried that Liu Xiaoyuan would lose.

On the contrary, Li Chenggong, Zhao Qianhai's apprentice, trusted Liu Xiaoyuan more, comforted his master, and made Zhao Qianhai feel at ease.

Seeing Liu Xiaoyuan committing suicide, Meng Yisong was of course happy.In fact, Meng Yisong was really worried that Liu Xiaoyuan's calligraphy was very good, afraid that he would surpass his grandson.

It's all right now, if Liu Xiaoyuan asked to close his eyes on his own initiative, he would definitely lose, because even Meng Yisong, who closed his eyes and wrote, might not win.

Although calligraphy is written by hand, eyes are very important. If you close your eyes, if you are not careful, your strokes will be longer or shorter...

"Mr. Liu, are you sure you want to close your eyes and write?" Meng Yisong asked.

Liu Xiaoyuan nodded and said, "Of course I'm sure. If you don't believe me, you can find a cloth now and cover my eyes when I write."

"No, I believe that Mr. Liu is a gentleman and will do what he says!" Meng Yisong said with a smile.

Because if you close your eyes and open them secretly, anyone who is not blind will be able to see it.Therefore, Meng Yisong didn't have to worry about Liu Xiaoyuan secretly opening his eyes when he was writing later.

"Then Mr. Liu, can I start writing now?" Meng Yisong asked further.

Because Meng Yisong, like his grandson, couldn't wait to see Liu Xiaoyuan make a fool of himself, and then use this to humiliate Zhao Qianhai severely.

"No problem, please remove your grandson's torn paper, don't affect my mood!" Liu Xiaoyuan's words were so ugly that Meng Yisong's face became ugly when he heard it, let alone Meng Hao.

What is broken paper, what is affecting mood, it is simply too presumptuous and arrogant.

good!Let you be arrogant now, wait and see how I deal with you!

Meng Yisong asked Meng Hao to take away his calligraphy. Liu Xiaoyuan stood in the middle of the desk, looked at Meng Yisong and said, "President Meng, please sharpen my ink for me!"

I wipe!This kid actually asked President Meng to grind ink for him, who did he think he was?It's really too presumptuous, if it wasn't for everyone here, the old man really wanted to go up and challenge him one-on-one.

Meng Yisong's face also turned green, and he thought to himself who are you, the president of the Tangtang Calligraphy Association will grind ink for you, it seems that you are not qualified.

Seeing the look on Meng Yisong's face, Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile: "President Meng, do you think I am not qualified to let you grind ink? Don't worry, you will know later that I definitely have the qualifications to let you grind ink." Ink, and you will feel extremely honored for it!"

That being said, everyone present heard that Liu Xiaoyuan had blown the bullshit out of the sky, blowing it out of bounds.

"Boy, what ability do you have to make my grandpa grind ink!" Meng Hao said angrily, pointing at Liu Xiaoyuan.

Liu Xiaoyuan took a look at Meng Hao, took a writing brush on the pen holder casually, and said with a smile: "You are qualified to let President Meng grind ink, let alone me!"

"You..." Meng Hao was immediately speechless by Liu Xiaoyuan's anger, pointing at Liu Xiaoyuan for a while before saying, "Boy, you have the guts to say what you just said..."

"Xiao Hao, shut up! This is not a vegetable market, not a place to quarrel." Meng Yisong interrupted Meng Hao, seeming to be talking about his grandson, but actually talking about Liu Xiaoyuan, telling Liu Xiaoyuan that this is not a place for vegetables The market is not a place to show off the benefits of words, but a place where people see the truth.

Liu Xiaoyuan pretended to be confused, playing with the brush in his hand, there was no trace of calligraphers in it, as if a three-year-old child was not working hard at homework, playing with the brush in his hand.

"President Meng, grind your ink." Liu Xiaoyuan looked at Meng Yisong and said with a smile.

"Mr. Liu, let me grind it for you!" Li Chenggong stepped forward and said.

Liu Xiaoyuan waved his hands and said: "You don't need to come, this ink has to be brought by Chairman Meng. Just now Chairman Meng can grind ink for his grandson, so he must be able to grind ink for me, because my calligraphy level is better than his grandson's." Much higher."

Meng Yisong half-closed his eyes, finally nodded and said: "Okay, the old man will grind the ink for you. If your handwriting is not as good as my grandson's, how about drinking this ink?"

Everyone present felt that Meng Yisong's move was poisonous enough, but considering how arrogant Liu Xiaoyuan was, it wasn't too much to use this method to deal with him.

"No problem at all!" Liu Xiaoyuan agreed without hesitation.

Seeing that Liu Xiaoyuan agreed, Meng Yisong immediately started grinding ink for Liu Xiaoyuan.

While grinding the ink, Meng Yisong thought in his heart: "Hmph, boy, let you be arrogant for a while, and I'll see how you drink the ink later!"

"Oh! Chairman Meng, why are you grinding so much ink? Do you want me to write a calligraphy with thousands of characters?" Liu Xiaoyuan saw Meng Yisong grinding ink non-stop, and the inkstone inside the inkstone was almost full , Meng Yisong's move was obviously to take revenge on Liu Xiaoyuan, thinking that Liu Xiaoyuan would lose, so he should grind a little more ink so that Liu Xiaoyuan can drink more later.

Meng Yisong's move was well known to Sima Zhaozhi, but everyone present felt that Liu Xiaoyuan asked for it entirely.

Meng Yisong didn't say a word, seeing that the inkstone was almost full of ink, he gave up.

"President Meng, are you finished?" Liu Xiaoyuan asked with a smile, apparently not worried that he would lose.

Meng Yisong said: "It's finished, please write quickly, Mr. Liu!"

snort!Boy, I'd like to see what you can write?If you don't drink the ink from this inkstone today, the old man will eat brushes live!
"Okay, no problem, I'll write right away." Liu Xiaoyuan smiled and spread out a piece of rice paper, pressed the two sides of the rice paper with a paperweight, then picked up the brush in his hand and stuck a little ink on the inkstone.

Everyone's eyes immediately followed the brush in Liu Xiaoyuan's hand, wanting to see what kind of characters Liu Xiaoyuan could write with his eyes closed.

However, Liu Xiaoyuan's hand holding the brush stopped in mid-air, motionless, as if he had thought of something important, or his hand was cramped and unable to move.

The big guy's gaze also stopped, staring intently at Liu Xiaoyuan's hand that stopped in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)