My Love Life with My Soft Girlfriend

Hearing Xing Zhengtao's treatment, Mu Hongjie's face looked better.

Anyway, his son also entered the second round of the rematch, which is very appropriate.

"Okay, just do it."

When the words fell, Mu Hongjie turned his head to look at Ye Fan, showing a sarcastic smile, "Little brother, remember that you seemed to know the law better than me just now. When you get to the Order Bureau, I will teach you a good lesson!"

"Teach me a lesson?"

Ye Fan smiled, "It's been a long time since I heard something like this, I'm looking forward to it."

Mu Hongjie couldn't see the expected panic from Ye Fan's face, and waved his sleeves extremely unhappily, "Let's see how hard you can be!"

"One hundred years after death."

"…"

A smile crossed the bottom of Ning Xi's eyes, pulled Ye Fan cryptically, and reminded in a low voice, "Say a few words."

Ye Fan nodded slightly to Xing Zhengtao and pulled Ning Xi to the left.

The second round of the rematch, ten out of three!

Five minutes before the start of the game, the organizers announced the topic of the rematch.

In fact, it is similar to the rules of the first round.

However, there is an extra word limit for the rematch.

Contestants' works can be up to four characters, and the competition time is five minutes.

As for what to write, it is up to ten players to play at will!

After learning the rules, Ye Fan, who was sitting on the grass, closed his eyes and rested. Compared with the other nine players who were waiting for him, he seemed extra relaxed.

It doesn't seem to take the next game to heart at all.

In fact, it does.

This kind of competition may be very stressful for others.

But for Ye Fan, who has the skills of a master calligrapher, it is like a college student breaking into a kindergarten, and it is completely like a child playing at home.

"Invite ten players who entered the semi-finals to come to the competition area."

The host's voice sounded, and the players who had been waiting for a long time walked to the competition area.

Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes, got up and patted the grass clippings on his clothes, and patted Ning Xi's head, "Let me take the first place."

"come on!"

Ning Xi likes Ye Fan's confident appearance very much. Compared with his usual indifference, self-confidence adds a different kind of charm to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan pursed his lips and smiled, strode to the competition area, and found a table at random.

After everything was ready, the host at the scene announced loudly, "Remind the players again that the competition time is only five minutes, and I hope everyone can allocate the time reasonably."

"Everyone, let's start the game!"

As soon as the words fell, Mao Shengbin and Han Teng, who were sitting on the judges' table, did the same thing.

Get up and step down.

On the surface, the two of them walked around the players aimlessly, but in fact, they already had goals in their hearts.

Taking a perfunctory glance at the players who were writing, the two came to Ye Fan silently, stopped in a very tacit understanding, and waited with great interest.

Ye Fan glanced at the two people at the table, his expression did not waver at all.

The moment he picked up the brush on the table, his eyes were extremely sharp, but there was an ethereal aura around him.

The most eye-catching is his hand, only the wrist is shaking slightly, and the entire right arm is almost motionless.

Pencil, steady and powerful!

All in one go!

There are no pauses, and the continuous strokes can only be described as pleasing to the eye.

In less than ten seconds, four characters appeared on the rice paper in front of Ye Fan.

【Flying with wings】

Both Mao Shengbin and Han Teng looked dull.

Seeing it with your own eyes, the impact is even greater!

Compared with the one in the first round and the one in front of me, the quality is higher.

But the two really couldn't figure it out, Ye Fan looked too young, at most twenty years old.

Even if you practice calligraphy from your mother's womb at this age, it is impossible to reach this level.

After Ye Fan finished writing, he did not put down his brush.

The second time he dipped ink, then his right wrist shook extremely quickly, and the ink splashed.

A few drops of ink hit the rice paper, and a perfect word appeared instantly flawed.

For a moment, Mao Shengbin and Han Teng frowned.

No one knew why Ye Fan did this. The first round was to self-destruct his work, but his calligraphy level was beyond the scope of their assessment.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible for Ye Fan to get full marks!

Now again?

What are you doing!

However, the two didn't wonder for too long, and when they saw Ye Fan's next move, their eyes widened instantly.

I saw Ye Fan holding a writing brush and sketching on the ink splashed on the rice paper very casually.

With a few strokes, the flawed ink spots on the rice paper disappeared.

It was replaced by Phoenix.

No, it's Feng and Huang to be precise!

This legendary bird mythical beast is divided into male and female, the male is "phoenix" and the female is "phoenix", collectively known as the phoenix.

There are many folk legends about the phoenix, and many poets have written poems with the phoenix in the past dynasties.

The most famous of them is Feng Qiuhuang.

Feng Xi Feng Xi returned to her hometown.

Travel around the world to seek its phoenix.

The details of the phoenix and phoenix on the rice paper are lifelike, like a dance of fire.

The phoenix head is facing down, the phoenix head is facing up, and the wings are almost overlapping.

In the true sense of the two wings, the two sides rushed to each other!

Such an astonishing technique completely stunned Mao Shengbin and Han Teng. The two looked at each other silently, and they all noticed the other's small gesture of drooling.

Excellent calligraphy!

The painting skills are amazing!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe that someone could paint like this.

Unheard, unseen!

Even a master of Chinese painting cannot do what Ye Fan does.

exaggerate!

absurd!

Outrageous!

Ye Fan looked at Phoenix and shook his head in dissatisfaction.

Mao Shengbin swallowed, "Why are you shaking your head?"

"The painting is a little bad, so the two judges and teachers will laugh."

Mao Shengbin: "..."

How to take this?

Han Teng blushed even more, staring at the phoenix on the rice paper.

Obviously this is a calligraphy competition, and Ye Fan's calligraphy level is indeed appalling, but he doesn't know why, he just feels that this work of Ye Fan, phoenix is ​​more important than words!

This is true for both level and value.

Mao Shengbin took a deep breath, pointed at the phoenix, and asked a bit of questioning in his words, "Do you call this a bad painting?"

"Um."

Ye Fan nodded and wrote lightly: "The strength of the arm fight was a little bit poor, which caused some ink dots to fall unsatisfactorily. Maybe the two judges thought the painting was okay, but in fact it was really ordinary. Not to your liking."

In fact, he really had no intention of pretending to be coercive, and what he just said was the truth.

But in the ears of Mao Shengbin and Han Teng, they had the urge to vomit blood on the spot.

Are young people now so Versailles?

These back waves aren't going to shoot them on the sand at all, they're going to shoot them into the shithole!

Han Teng looked up at the sky and patted Ye Fan on the shoulder with deep meaning, "The sky has changed, be careful."

"Um?"

Ye Fan was confused.

Han Teng shook his head helplessly, "There's something you should have heard of."

"What?"

"Don't pretend to be forceful, pretend to be forceful to strike a thunderbolt!"

"…"