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Chapter 62 How Do You Know I Can't
"You know this pen?" Ye Chen looked down at Liu Qing.

Liu Qing nodded, unable to hide her surprise: "This pen was placed at the door before, I always thought it was just a decoration."

"Do you know?" Someone asked the people around him in a low voice.

"do not know."

Not only Liu Qing, but also the members of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, all looked dazed and surprised.

On the other side, Eric was slightly taken aback, and then said in surprise: "Dear Tang, this pen has always been with you."

Tang Song's gaze fell on the pen, and it softened: "Yes, I have kept it for so many years."

When several American artists behind Eric saw this pen, they also showed respect and admiration on their faces.

"Do you know the origin of that pen?" Ye Chen asked in a low voice.

Liu Qing shook her head: "I only knew that pen was there when I was young, but I didn't know it could be used."

Ye Chen sighed, feeling contempt for the people on his side.

Looking at him, it can be seen from his expression that he must know the origin of this pen.

what about you? !

Guarding a broken association every day, in the end, I don't even know the origin of the pen at the door!
Seemingly aware of Ye Chen's eyes, Liu Qing was also a little embarrassed.

After all, she grew up here, but she didn't know anything about the pen at the door.

Tang Song's eyes showed a little reminiscence, and then he returned to normal, and said loudly: "The rules have been made very clear, as long as you can use this pen to finish writing the difficult road to Shu, you will win."

"What if both of them finish writing?" Someone on the sidelines asked doubtfully.

"Naturally, it is calculated according to the strength and time of writing." Eric answered the doubts on behalf of Tang Song.

Seeing that there were no other questions from the crowd, Tang Song took two steps back and said in a deep voice, "Then let's start the competition!"

Following Tang Song's order, two people wearing staff uniforms came out from behind, holding a huge roll of white paper in their hands, at least one meter wide.

The white paper was unfolded and spread all over the floor, across the entire hall.

The people around retreated one after another, leaving room for the two to play.

"Which one of you will come first?" Tang Song asked.

Xu Tian glanced at the other party, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll come first!"

With Liu Qing watching, Xu Tian firmly believed that he would be able to complete it.

He took two steps forward and grabbed the pen directly.

"Okay, you can let go." Xu Tian held the pen with one hand and gestured to the two staff members.

The staff looked at each other, and one of them kindly reminded: "Why don't you use two hands, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold it."

The two of them have been with this pen all year round, so they naturally know the weight of this pen.

A normal adult man has to use all his strength to resist.

This guy is holding a pen in one hand, and he will probably be crushed immediately.

Liu Qing looked at himself from behind, Xu Tian naturally didn't want to show timidity, and smiled boldly: "Don't worry, my strength is definitely enough!"

The staff looked at him and reminded: "Then you can handle it yourself."

"Don't worry, it's just a writing brush... Mmm!"

The two staff members let go of their hands before he finished speaking.

Xu Tian's face froze immediately, and then he exerted all his strength to support the brush.

Damn, why is it so heavy!
Xu Tian only felt as if a thousand catties were weighing on his shoulders, but he never expected that he still underestimated the weight of the pen.

If I hadn't held it with both hands at the beginning, I'm afraid I would have been crushed to the ground by now.

"This pen is made of refined steel and weighs two hundred catties." Eric said lightly, "If you want to pick it up with one hand, this gentleman doesn't seem to understand this pen."

Tang Song's face was also a little ugly, how much does Xu Tian, ​​that bastard, want to pretend?
Didn't you see that people were carried out by two people?

You thought you were Arnold Schwarzenegger and wanted to pick it up with one hand!
Xu Tian stood on the spot with the pen in his hand, and it took him a while to maintain his balance.

But maintaining the balance is only the beginning, he still has to dip the ink and write a book.

"Well, get up!"

Xu Tian gathered his momentum for a while, then let out a loud shout, and hugged the pen forcefully.

I saw him holding the pen, staggering to the side of the ink tray that was as big as a whole floor tile, and dipped the ink with difficulty.

Going to the white paper again, he put the brush on the white paper with all his strength, and immediately splashed a little ink.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Xu Tianguang was exhausted after performing this series of actions.

Sure enough, after Xu Tian put the brush on the paper, he only wrote a few words, and then he was unable to swing the brush anymore.

"I can't do it, huh, ha, I admit defeat." Xu Tian leaned on the brush, struggling to maintain his balance.

Two staff members hurried up, one helped Xu Tian down, the other supported the brush with both hands, and greeted the people around.

"Next person!"

Ryan heard the words, stepped forward and held the brush.

After the staff carried Xu Tian down, they ran back in a hurry, replaced the white paper, and then left the venue.

Xu Tian was carried off the court, passing by Tang Song, his face was ashamed: "I'm sorry..."

Tang Song didn't mean to blame at all, just waved his hand and said lightly: "It's okay, that pen is not something that ordinary people can handle."

The implication was that he didn't expect Xu Tian to win this round at all.

In fact, Tang Song didn't think he could win at all, so he proposed such a competition method in the first game.

Although it is possible to lose on your own side, as long as the opponent can't perform well, then it is considered a tie.

As for Ye Chen, he didn't know if the other party could do it, so he just assumed that Ye Chen was free.

And it was Liu Qing who could really save the defeat.

He had just worked hard, and then he won a competition method from Eric that had the greatest advantage over Liu Qing.

Ye Chen lowered his head and looked at Xu Tian who was passing by with a smile, and said jokingly, "Mr. Xu, you are not in good health."

Hearing this, Xu Tian gritted his teeth and said, "Ye, don't think you'll be any better!"

Others don't know, but he has done the investigation.

Although Ye Chen is good at singing, he doesn't know anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

According to the information, Ye Chen was born in an ordinary family, and the family did not have the energy to send him to learn these talents.

When he was in college, he majored in computer science, and he had nothing to do with piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Although he made a fool of himself, he picked up the writing brush anyway.

When Ye Chen appeared on the stage, a person who didn't know it at all performed in front of a group of professional people, that's called a monkey show!
Ye Chen shook his head: "You haven't seen it, how do you know I can't?"

(End of this chapter)