Perspective Doctor on Campus

"Master, although we don't know who you are or your name, as long as you win the Chinese and Lin Chengfei today, you are our hero in Korea."

"Master, we support you!"

"I'm willing to donate one million yuan to you to defeat the Chinese people!"

There is no end to the noise. Only a few Chinese people are indignant. Sometimes they are very unwilling to look at Lin Chengfei and feel aggrieved for him.

Lin Chengfei was calm and did not respond.

Jin Qingyang is very satisfied with the smile, just in Lin Chengfei there to get the humiliation to forget.

He said in a loud voice: "everyone, I will live up to your trust, Chinese people It's a joke in my eyes. "

"Good!"

The deafening clapping started again.

Jin Qingyang raised his head and laughed a few times. Then he turned his head and said to Lin Chengfei, "start?"

Lin Chengfei nodded and said, "yes."

Jin Qingyang curled his lips with disdain.

Under the stage, Wen Zaiqing, with a worried face, cried out: "elder martial brother, don't be careless!"

"Don't worry, I'll make him lose."

Wen said in a clear voice: "you must show 100% strength, otherwise, you will have no chance of winning."

"Younger martial brother." Jin Qingyang said unhappily: "now the competition is me!"

His meaning is very simple. I'm playing. Don't talk too much.

Although you are the favorite of Shifu, you are not qualified to discipline me.

Wen Zaiqing also knows that Jin Qingyang won't listen to himself, so he can only sigh heavily.

Up to now, it's up to fate.

It is in today's contest whether Korea's reputation has completely fallen into the abyss or become world-famous.

Jin Qingyang looks at Lin Chengfei and sees that he doesn't mean to write at all. He opens his mouth and laughs: "how can't you be nervous and can't even write?"

Lin Chengfei said with a smile: "although you start, finish later than you, I lose."

"Well, I can't help myself!"

Jin Qingyang's mood began to be gloomy again. Every word of Lin Chengfei seemed to steal a stream of information that didn't pay attention to him.

That kind of arrogance, no, it's not arrogance, but self-confidence from the bottom of his heart, which really made him unhappy.

Instead of going to see Lin Chengfei, he just picked up his pen, dipped it in the ink he had already studied, bent down and began to write hard.

Looking at Jin Qingyang's flowing clouds, the Korean people at the bottom are full of confidence.

All the masters have begun. Lin Chengfei is still standing there

Ha ha ha

Stupid Chinese, this is the rhythm to lose!

Lin Chengfei still has no action.

However, his divine sense has long been lingering on Jin Qingyang's desk. He wants to see what kind of level this confident Korean master has.

Is it the same as Wen Zaiqing that he has broken away from the realm that ordinary people can reach, and reached a mysterious and mysterious realm, which is very close to the realm of monks?

Although Jin Qingyang believed that he would win, once he started the competition, he immediately immersed himself in the world he wanted to write.

He is drawing a picture.

At the beginning, he couldn't see what he was going to draw with a little black ink.

Hundreds of years ago, almost all the paintings of Koryo came from China. They are good at people, landscapes and landscapes.

All kinds of artistic conception are also mysterious.

However, these years, Korea pays more attention to realism.

That is to say, all forms of folk market can be painted.

However, master Jin is not a realist, but a real traditional Korean painter.

A stream, gradually revealed the winding posture.

Then, there are two mountains in the distance, and there are white clouds in the sky.

After painting the most basic scenes, Jin Qingyang began to write the most important center of the whole painting.

This is the soul of the whole painting.

Two pines and cypresses are beneficial to both sides of the stream. In the distance, it is also green in the jungle and little grass.

Under the pines and cypresses, several women in traditional Korean costumes are bending over to do something

A child, sitting by the stream fishing.

A woman, carrying a baby on her back, looked at the fish, shrimp and crabs swimming in the stream.

On the official road beside the stream, there are pedestrians passing by.

Jin Qingyang's painting speed is very fast. After finishing these, the whole painting is almost at the end.

He can't help but turn his head and take a look at Lin Chengfei. However, Lin Chengfei still sits there as if in a daze. The white paper on the table is still blank.

He nearly burst out laughing.At this level, do you dare to compete with yourself?

At this level, I have the face to say that I will be faster than myself?

At the beginning, he Xinyan and others didn't feel anything, but seeing Lin Chengfei didn't write, they were worried.

Thinking about their feet, they cried out, "Dr. Lin, what are you doing? What's on your mind? Let's go back and think about it? Can we compete now? Just think I'm begging you. "

Lin Chengfei smiles to these people, but he still doesn't lift the pen on the desk.

Cui Zhengxiang showed a bright smile on his face. He turned his head and said to Wen Zaiqing, "Mr. Wen, it seems that we will win this game."

No one is willing to shake his head before the final victory of calligraphy and painting, but the result is not the speed of victory

No matter how much Cui Zhengxiang respected him, he couldn't help complaining: "Mr. Wen, from the beginning, you have grown other people's ambition and destroyed your prestige. Lin Chengfei may be really powerful, but Mr. Jin is not bad either. He is your elder martial brother He is also your master's own disciple of the old people! "

Puchong also said: "elder martial brother, when I come on stage later, don't say anything bad luck, otherwise, I really lose, I'll have to ask you for trouble."

Wen Zaiqu shakes his head with a smile.

He looked at Lin Chengfei with some worry. He didn't know why. Although Lin Chengfei didn't make any action now, his intuition told him that it was definitely not that simple.

At least, this famous doctor in the capital of China will not admit defeat in this way.

Sure enough, it was just when Jin Qingyang's last stroke of painting began to match the characters for the painting.

Lin Chengfei starts to move.

As soon as he patted on the table with one hand, the pen jumped up. Lin Chengfei slowly stretched out his hand, and the pen just fell into his heart.

After that, Lin Chengfei poked his pen into the inkstone.

The black ink, like raindrops, flew into the air, and then all fell on the white paper.

It's a move.

The whole audience was stunned.