I'm really not a scumbag

“The blue fish is good!”

“It’s too relieved, the scumbag should spray hard!”

Guo Xiaoyu waved his fist and was very happy.

Chen Ling on the side said with a bitter face: “Sister Xiaoyu, don’t be too loud, others will hear it…”

It had been a few days.

The old things were brought up again, and when I looked around, the souls of gossip burned one by one, and they began to talk again.

Chen Ling is thin-skinned, and as one of the protagonists of this incident, he wishes to be able to be invisible.

“What are you afraid of, it’s not that we did wrong, it’s the scumbags who are embarrassed.”

Guo Xiaoyu doesn’t care about the opinions of outsiders at all, and has always gone his own way.

Some people who understood the meaning of the poem began to share it with those around them.

Everyone gradually understood the meaning of Xia Qingyu’s transcription of the verses in “Rogue”.

“Courage is commendable! This is a sharp sword that pierces the scumbag Chen. ”

“That’s not it, Senior Sister Xia will be my idol in the future.”

“Scumbag Chen is going to lose a big deal now.”

The atmosphere was pushed to the top.

Guest seats.

Xu Lao smiled and groaned, “Interesting…”

He took the microphone and made the first comment.

“The little girl’s calligraphy is beautiful, calligraphy, upright, did not deliberately imitate the writing method of calligraphy, but has its own characteristics.”

“Hook, point, skim, pinch, like a knife!”

“You are the best one I have ever met tonight, and although you write “Gangster” in Chinese letters, you can see between the lines that corresponds to the style of the verse…”

“I give 92 points.”

Xu Lao has only given a score of more than 90 so far, and Senior Zheng has only scored 88 points.

Wang Yanzhi then commented, his views were close to Xu Lao, and the score was 95 points.

Several others also gave high marks one by one.

The final average was 94 points, the highest in the game.

After the score came out, there was warm applause from the audience.

Not only do I like Xia Qingyu’s words, but I also like Xia Qingyu’s person.

In front of everyone’s eyes, it takes considerable courage to dare to take the initiative to open the scars.

In order, the reviews and ratings of the other two contestants follow.

The two of them also played well, each with their own characteristics, and got a good score.

It’s just that against the background of Xia Qingyu, it is already insignificant.

“Next is slag No. 68 …”

The female host almost said the scumbag Chen in passing, but fortunately reacted in time: “Eh, the work of classmate Chen Jun on No. 68 is displayed.” ”

The male and female hosts walked to Chen Jun’s table, looked down, and froze.

What a beautiful word!

However, compared to the words, the sentence above….

The two looked at each other, and one pinched one side and showed it vertically.

The camera was pointed at the paper, and Chen Jun’s work appeared on the big screen——

“Miss your ninth day!”

There was silence.

This phrase is simple and easy to understand.

About missing a person of the opposite sex, by the ninth day?

Some people are already counting the days in their minds, and they are calculating forward, it seems to be…

The day the scumbag Chen became famous!

“Groove!”

Someone simply burst into foul language.

The meaning is too obvious.

Breaking up for nine days and missing nine days, doesn’t it mean that scumbag Chen misses the three girls?

“Bah, scumbag!”

You have never seen such a brazen person.

If Xia Qingyu stabbed a sword at Chen Jun, Chen Jun just took the opportunity to grab people’s hands and bring them into his arms!

And not one, but three.

“Eh, don’t say it, this handwriting is really beautiful.”

“Those who say that Chen Jun can’t write good words, can’t they hit their faces?”

“Days, is this guy a versatile talent, who can sing, guitar, and now has a good hand of calligraphy?”

Everyone’s understanding of calligraphy is not high, and after a few glances, they only feel that it is pleasing to the eye, which is better than Xia Qingyu’s words.

At this moment, everyone had to admit that if Chen Jun did not have two brushes, how dare he go on stage.

“Good words, good singing, bad character.”

Someone concluded.

“Versatile, handsome, indeed qualified to be a scumbag.”

Some girls are desperate to be scumbagged.

They are not victims, they cannot be moved, and at most they are uneven when commenting online.

“Good word…”

Xia Qingyu didn’t want to pay attention, but he saw that many people didn’t react right, so he turned his head and took a look.

With just one glance, she knew how big the gap was with Chen Jun.

The layman is not very easy to distinguish, as an insider, he knows more and is in awe of some masters.

“This handwriting is enough to make a name for itself in the calligraphy world, and it can become the top hand!”

Xia Qingyu had a preliminary judgment, and couldn’t help but look at Chen Jun, the guy sat quietly in his position, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if all this was insignificant.

“He… When did you learn calligraphy? ”

Before, Xia Qingyu thought that he had seen through Chen Jun.

Now, she knows she has to revisit.

Can sing, calligraphy, guitar.

In addition to being handsome, there are other advantages.

Xia Qingyu’s expression was stunned.

For a while she was obsessed with calligraphy and vowed that her future partner would better have a good hand.

When she met Chen Jun, she gave up her childish idea, and now Chen Jun has that condition…

“Dead scumbag!”

She gritted a mouthful of tiny silver teeth, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she actually missed a suitable target.

If there is something similar to an ECG monitor in the world that can measure mood swings, then the peak and trough of Xia Qingyu’s curve fluctuations at this time are very long.

Guo Xiaoyu and Chen Ling were all dumbfounded at the moment.

Both of them were equally shocked by reality.

What about the crooked writing of the good words?

Say yes and can’t write with a brush?

It turned out that the poem “Lovesickness” sent to them that day was genuine.

It’s not a scumbag asking someone else to write for you!

Red beans are born in the south and send a few sprigs in spring.

May you pick more, this thing is most lovely.

“Bah, don’t face!” Guo Xiaoyu took a sip, and just now he couldn’t help but think of that poem.

But one thing to say, this hand brush writing is indeed beautiful.

No matter how she had an opinion about Chen Jun, she still had to admit it.

Before the breakup, this bastard bullshit will not matter.

After breaking up, how did you become a big talent.

Guo Xiaoyu frowned.

Fortunately, she prefers to draw and is not interested in calligraphy, so she does not feel too sorry.

It’s a blue fish….

“He really wrote it.”

Chen Ling quietly swiped the screen of his mobile phone, opened the photo album, and compared the previous poem “Lovesickness”.

Between the lines, there is indeed the same charm.

“Think of your ninth day, what did you say to me?”

Chen Ling’s heart was beating wildly.

At that time, he looked at her when he put down his pen.

“It’s over, I’m going to ask what happened.”

She suddenly had a bold idea.