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Chapter 15
Guo Chao exaggerated the twelve senses just now, but he didn't expect the situation to change suddenly, he was a little confused for a while, and he was a little panicked, as if he had swallowed a cockroach alive.

unacceptable!

He even compared me with a female class. Could it be that he thought his sister was a talented woman like Qin Yutong?
Others had similar thoughts with Guo Chao. Seeing that Zhang Twelve was dressed well, it probably came from everyone. Could it be that his younger sister is also a talented woman?

But Liangzhou City doesn't seem to have heard of such a person?
"Missing Miss is only a young girl, it seems that it is not impossible to surpass Brother Guo before the cardamom age, hahaha..."

Zhang Twelve's third sentence was a bit of a curse.

Mao Nian is seven years old in later generations, compare the characters of a seven-year-old girl with a 20-year-old scholar—you might as well kill him!
Looking at Guo Chao's eyes full of anger, he probably would have rushed forward to fight Zhang Twelve for hundreds of rounds if it wasn't for the fact that he was a scholar!
Pointing at Zhang Twelve with trembling fingers, he couldn't even utter a complete sentence, only the "you" in "you you you you you" kept going.

"Brother Guo, you don't have to thank me. What I'm going to say is true. Your handwriting is indeed much better than my sister's!"

Zhang Twelve did not forget to add oil and vinegar, and gave full play to his ability to make people angry.

Thank you sister!It's so deceiving!If you speak wild words here, I want to see what you are capable of!
"This brother dares to say such a thing, and he must be called a master of calligraphy. Why don't you show your skills here so that we can admire it!"

Fuck everyone!

Even Guo Chao himself didn't believe this. His idea was that since you make me look bad, then I'll make you look bad!
Regardless of other things, Guo Chao still has some confidence in the handwriting that has been practiced for more than ten years. Hmph, if his handwriting is not as good as his own - definitely not as good as his own, he will take the lead in mocking him!
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Zhang Twelve was not modest either, he flicked the sleeves of his robe, cleared his throat, and took a step forward, showing the aura of Wang Ba——it was the real Wang Ba, not the ugly Wang Ba ( eight)!

Taking the fine brush dipped in ink from the maid, Zhang Twelve took a deep breath, stared at the rice paper in front of him, frowned, and couldn't write for a long time.

This scene fell into the eyes of Guo Chao and other scholars, the excitement - let you pretend, dare not write, right?Can't write it?
The butler next to him also urged: "Young master, what's the matter?"

"Hey, there are too many meetings, but I can't remember what font to use to write it."

Zhang Twelve frowned and said sadly.

The others wanted to go up and shake him awake: Brother, please stop bragging, so you can cut him off?
Forget it, just write whatever you want, anyway, no matter which font you use, it's a sure win!
Thinking of this, Zhang Twelve started to write. After a while, he finished writing and gave the fine brush to the little maid again.

"Hey? This font is so strange, it seems that you have never seen it before?"

"Hey! This mana penetrating through the back of the paper, penetrating into wood three points, good writing!"

"It's really a good handwriting! It's just that it's written in this handwriting—it seems unrefined on this occasion, doesn't it?"

Guo Chao looked at the ink-filled font on the rice paper, and his heart that was thinking about how to be ridiculous just now fell to the bottom. He has practiced handwriting for more than ten years, and he can naturally tell whether the handwriting is good or bad.

In terms of words alone, he is not as good as him, and he is not even qualified to carry shoes!
What I said unintentionally just now turned out to be true - this young man who looks a few years younger than himself actually has the realm of everyone - no, this word is simply better than all the words of everyone he has ever seen!

Could it be, which hidden calligraphy family did he come from?
Then it seems not surprising that his younger sister can write good handwriting?
Hey!
Guo Chao suddenly felt that he was a failure. His family background was inferior to others, his appearance was inferior to others, and Nima was far behind in talent and learning. Is there anyone in this world who is more aggrieved than him?
Let me die!
If it was filming a TV series, the director would definitely give Guo Chao a close-up shot of him clutching his chest and spurting blood, but now that he is not filming a film, how can life be so exaggerated?
So let us classmate Guo Chao hide in a corner where no one is around, and let us suffer internal injuries alone!
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Zhang Twelve was enjoying the admiration of countless people, but he didn't have the time to understand that Guo Chao was about to be hit and quit the calligraphy world. If he knew, he would definitely - he would not do anything except sigh.

Who asked you to dig a hole for me, and finally buried yourself?
If you dare to compare with your appearance, you might think that you died too slowly!
"The word is a good word, but I just ask this young master to explain to everyone why the word "shit" was written outside the gate of my Lu residence? Could it be that you are dissatisfied with my Lu residence?"

The butler stared at Zhang Twelve with an unfriendly expression on his face.

Zhang Twelve didn't care, he smiled cheaply and said, "My lord housekeeper, how do the words on this rice paper compare with me?"

"Not as good!"

"Then don't you think, compared with mine, these words are just a bunch of him?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the word "shit" on the rice paper.

"Wow--"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the crowd, and none of them looked friendly at Zhang Twelve, but no one dared to accuse him.

How to blame?

Although they don't want to listen, the fact is that their handwriting is really not as good as others'. Hey, they don't have the confidence to quarrel!Besides, seeing what Zhang Twelve said before, hey, I guess it's really noisy but I can't quarrel with him!

Zhang Twelve just ignored everyone and was extremely proud. I just like to see how upset you are but helpless!

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The butler didn't delve into this issue anymore, and after everyone finished writing, he entered the courtyard with a rice paper filled with "Lu" and a word "shit".

Although he is the chief examiner, he is not the one who grades the papers. Everything has to be decided by Mr. Lu Ziliang.

After a while, the butler came out with a list and began announcing the promotion places.

Those who read their names cheered happily, while those who didn't were saddened. Among the last hundred people, only thirty or so people got the chance to enter the Lu residence. It seems that the requirements of the Lu family master are not low.

Of course, our Zhang Twelve is also on the list of more than thirty people.

But he was still dissatisfied, and asked loudly: "My lord, among these words, whose word does the master like the most?"

Hearing this question, the butler sweated profusely, not knowing how to answer it.

The butler had just witnessed the excited expression on the master's face after seeing the word "shit", and he repeatedly emphasized that he must let this person come in to meet him. It can be seen that the master likes the words written by this young man named Zhang Twelve the most.

But he couldn't answer Zhang Twelve now, could he tell him, "Master likes your shit the most"?

Please, he wants to live two more years!

(End of this chapter)