My friends are gods

Chapter 90 Start

After the people from Xiande High School left, people from other schools also looked away, there was nothing to see.

Mu Han looked at Song Qiming with bright eyes, and said, "Have you opened your mouth?"

Zhou Wanqing also came over, like a little girl, admiringly said: "Do you know fortune-telling?"

Song Qiming said coldly: "I have studied poetry and books since I was a child. I am proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I also have a little bit of palmistry, face, feng shui, and I can tell at a glance that he is in trouble."

Everyone was speechless.

Just a few words of flattery, and you are still hooked.

Everyone thought it was a coincidence that Song Qiming said it casually.

Song Qiming didn't intend to talk too much about this matter, and instead asked, "Where's Professor Liu?"

Before coming here, Professor Liu was the one who called the most, but at this time, he hadn't seen him.

"Professor Liu is highly respected. He is not in the area of ​​our Haizhou University. He is in the chairman's position." Mu Han stretched out his hand, pointed in a direction, and said.

Song Qiming had a strange expression on his face.

Professor Liu is highly respected?
If he is highly respected, then at least he must be both virtuous and artistic.

Following Mu Han's fingers, he saw that Professor Liu was sitting in the chairman's seat at the top, chatting happily with several old men of similar age.

"The person on the left of Professor Liu is the president of the Calligraphy Association, Mr. Wu Guangde, and the person on the right is the vice president of the Art Association, Mr. Li Huiyuan."

Mu Han introduced to Song Qiming: "These two came here to discover talents, and No. 1 has the opportunity to enter the Calligraphy Association or the Art Association, once they attract the attention of the two of them, it will definitely skyrocket .”

Song Qiming glanced at Professor Liu in surprise.

This old bastard with a faceless face really has some weight, and he is with these two presidents.

at the same time.

in the position of chairman.

Wu Guangde looked at the many students below, and said with a smile: "This can be regarded as the golden age of calligraphy, and I don't know who can stand out from it."

"I heard that Chen Yu from Xiande High School is a calligraphy genius. Although he is only a high school student, everyone is full of praise for the handwriting he writes."

With a smile, Li Huiyuan obviously had high hopes for Chen Yu, and said slowly: "He is the favorite to win the championship."

Wu Guangde nodded slightly, and said softly: "As far as I know, not only Xiande High School, but also a private high school called Shuguang High School, also has a calligraphy genius, I heard it is called Lu Lixin, who is also a big favorite to win the championship."

At this time, a discordant voice came.

"It's all rubbish."

The two presidents were taken aback at the same time, and looked at Professor Liu who was sitting between them in surprise.

"Professor Liu... why did you say that?" Wu Guangde asked.

Professor Liu curled his lips and said, "Song Qiming from our Haizhou University is the real calligraphy genius. Anyone who compares with him will be born with a natural difference."

"Cough cough!"

Li Huiyuan coughed twice, a little unnaturally, and asked slowly: "Then Song Qiming, is the student who asked Professor Liu to play a rogue and change the rules of the game?"

Professor Liu turned his head and gave Li Huiyuan a cold look.

Which pot is not open to mention which pot!
Li Huiyuan smiled awkwardly and stopped talking.

Wu Guangde said with a smile: "Then we will wait and see. I also really want to see that Song Qiming's calligraphy."

……

in the hall.

An obscure corner.

This is the place that belongs to Shuguang High School.

A student sat quietly on the seat, with a slightly delicate face, obviously young.

This student is Lu Lixin, the calligraphy genius that Wu Guangde said.

This is the only student from Shuguang High School who participated in the competition. He has two competition areas for hard pen and brush.

Although only one student came, many teachers came.

Clearly, there are high hopes for this student.

"Lixin, wait until the game, just calm down and don't be nervous."

A female teacher sent a warm smile to Lu Lixin, and said, "It's okay even if we can't get a good ranking, we just need to show our strength, the judges are all discerning people, and on the rostrum, there are three highly respected Calligraphy, old-timers in the art world, they must also be able to discover your calligraphy."

"Ah."

Lu Lixin nodded heavily, and said, "Don't worry, Teacher Ji, I will definitely perform at my best."

The teacher smiled gently.

This smile is like the spring breeze blowing through the flowers.

If Song Qiming pays attention here, he will definitely find that this person is Ji Qiuxue.

……

Game start.

A round of 20 people will conduct a competition, and the method of drawing lots will be used to decide who will write on stage.

This competition is not targeted, it all depends on whether the individual performs well or not, no matter who they are drawn with for the competition, it has no effect.

Song Qiming was in the fourth round, and Xu Qingfeng was also in the fourth round.

It was Chen Yu from Xiande High School who got the first round.

He walked to the writing desk arrogantly, put on the earphones, the whole world became quiet, and he bowed his head and wrote vigorously.

One stroke at a time, everything is written extremely neatly.

The other students also started writing.

There are four or ten minutes in each round, and no one will be spared a minute or a second.

"Ding!"

In the judges' seat, the three judges pressed the button on the table, and a crisp sound resounded in the hall.

This indicates that this round of competition is over.

"We scored one by one from left to right, and the audience present can also see their calligraphy through the LCD screen in the hall."

The judge in the middle position smiled.

"Okay, let's take a look at the calligraphy of classmate No.1."

The judge on the left clicked on the LCD screen in front of him, smiled and said: "This classmate is called Cui Mengmeng, a very cute name, and the handwriting is relatively soft and delicate. You can tell at a glance that it was written by a female classmate." , but she wrote calligraphy, which is more than delicate but not vigorous, so I can only give [-] points."

Each judge has forty points, and getting twenty points is considered pretty good.

At least half of the judges' requirements were met.

The other two judges also gave their own scores, one with 21 points and the other with [-] points. It can be seen that the three judges have the same vision.

"Is it only sixty points together?"

"I think this word is very beautiful, but it is only sixty points, which is too strict."

Hearing Cui Mengmeng's score, there was an uproar in the field, and everyone was a little surprised at the rigor of this calligraphy competition.

On the podium, both Wu Guangde and Li Huiyuan shook their heads.

"I think forty is about the same."

"Ah."

The two had a simple conversation.

Professor Liu curled his lips and said, "What are your identities and visions? What is the level of the next three judges? If you reach their sixty points, which is about your forty points, you can't go according to your thoughts, otherwise Are you going to be judges?"

The heads of the two committees looked at each other.

This Professor Liu, this kind of temper, really hasn't changed at all.

(End of this chapter)