I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

As a girl about the same age as them, Arakawa Kotoyuki was not able to say embarrassing things, and she was bright and sunny. She quickly got along with them and chatted lively.

"No, since we went to the company to discuss with them, they took the initiative to contact us. It's because the company's oppression is too harsh."

“I admire Wu Ma’s determination and thoughts very much.”

"Of course, you must not say this to him, otherwise his tail will be proudly raised to the sky."

Chapter 85 Wu Ma Xingjin vs. Furuno Takashi

As Wu Ma Xingjin and others entered the venue, the seats in the venue were filled with excitement.

There were quite a few female fans in the audience who came for him.There are male fans too.

Sometimes boys prefer handsome guys to beautiful girls.

Because there are so many beautiful beauties, but so few handsome guys.

It is human nature to pursue beauty.

It's like a person who has never touched paint sees Van Gogh's "Sunflowers". The dazzling yellow color is like a twisting flame, and the fine petals of sunflower leaves cover the entire canvas.Based on this, I can feel the author's burning fanatical thoughts across hundreds of years.

The audience in the front row stood up, stretched out their hands enthusiastically, and crowded in, as if they could get closer to Wuma Xingjin.

"Who is stepping on my shoes! I just brought new shoes!"

"Wuma Jun, mommy loves you"

"Isn't your boy a boy?"

"What are you squeezing in? The stage and the bottom are more than two meters high. How can you climb up there?"

The showy host didn't panic at all and handed Wu Ma Xingjin a microphone.

"Come on and comfort your fans. If they tear this place down, I will be dead."

"Are there so many people coming at me?"

"You are an international student, so you don't understand their craziness. This is nothing. I have seen worse scenes before. For example, they climbed up the stage on a ladder and surrounded the idol, just to shake hands. With They are nothing compared to each other.”

Looking at the crowd below, Wuma Xingjin smiled gently.

If I had known that I could rely on my face to make a living, I wouldn't have gone to work part-time. It would have been nice to be taken care of by a rich loli with peace of mind.

Rich Loli can make a lot of money every day, and he can also make a lot of money every day.

Unexpectedly, according to the minister's method and the operation of Kawaki Media, he gained such a large number of fans.I thought that most of the attention was from people who paid attention casually, the kind who were extremely hydrated.

He may have underestimated the execution ability of a determined yandere.

The set of things in the rice circle are leftover from the games played by SNS and Larter decades ago.

Now SNS and LAT are all leftovers from new media companies like Sichuan Media.

In this country where almost everyone is star-chasing, everyone's pursuit of their favorite public figures is quite exaggerated, and they are not stingy with their enthusiasm and wallet when it comes to chasing stars.

This has also spawned a large number of folk idol groups.

However, due to serious involution, the living conditions of underground idols are extremely poor, and their situation is no better than that of the Vs at the bottom who are squeezed by the company.

It’s not even sure if the show is going off stage or into the sea.

Wuma Xingjin patted the microphone and said in a calm and calm voice: "I am very grateful to the people who follow me and come to support me. Thank you for coming so far."

"While watching, please be careful not to trip over your feet to avoid injury. Please return to your seats to avoid affecting the experience of the surrounding audiences."

"thank you very much"

"cut"

Furuno Takashi sneered at his calm look. What did he think of himself?A star?Or an idol?

He's just a pretty guy who can become famous by working behind the scenes.

He will soon let everyone know that Wuma Xingjin is just a guy with empty skin.

The overly enthusiastic spectators realized that they might have caused trouble, so they apologized to the people next to them and backed away.

"The performance played by Inami-san last time was really touching. I recommend listening to her piano music on rainy days."

The host glanced at the arrangement and raised his arms like a fisherman throwing a net on the beach:

"Next is the long-awaited battle between the calligraphy groups!"

"Hachioji High School and Shinzono High School, the previous group occupied No. 1 and No. 2 respectively"

"Looking at the aggressive look on the Xinyuan High School side, it seems that they don't intend to let Hachioji stage another backstabbing show."

"According to the player's request, Wu Ma Xingjin will face Furuno Takashi!"

"The one who starts the game is the ace player of both sides. I'm so excited, my heart is beating nervously!"

"Xinyuan High School, which always brings miracles, and this year's dark horse Hachioji High School, who will have the last laugh?"

The host's voice got higher and higher, making people worried that he might faint due to lack of oxygen.

Two antique square tables are placed on the stage. The table tops are covered with a layer of felt to prevent dirty ink from bleeding into the rice paper. The contestants' pens, inks, paper and inkstones have been prepared in advance.

Furuno Takashi rolled up his sleeves, waved his hands and stepped forward with a majestic look. If he were not overly arrogant and fond of sarcastic remarks, he could be called a handsome gentleman in appearance.

Wuma Xingjin returned the microphone to the host, without any intention of tit-for-tat, and stood leisurely at the remaining ancient table.

Proving strength is the best way to block everyone's objections. In addition, the more people like to clamor, the more guilty they feel.

Although the Art Award official provides free pens, inks, paper and inkstones to the contestants, not many people use them. It is somewhat unaccustomed to suddenly change the pens they are used to using to new ones.

There is a bag hanging on the edge of the table, which contains Wuma Xingjin's brushes, paperweights and other utensils.

After dripping water, Wuma Xingjin took out the Hui ink and pressed and pulled it gently and gently. The dark ink was of moderate thickness, uniform and delicate.

It's like the reappearance of a noble man from an ancient model. Just the simple grinding of ink makes people immersed in the gentle and jade-like elegance.

As for Furuno Takashi's side, although it is also ornamental, it is far behind compared to the ones next to it.At least he couldn't act as naturally and casually as Wuma Xingjin.

Wuma Xingjin was thinking that it would be great if the minister was grinding ink ingots for him now.

Looking at the minister's pure face, the whole person will instantly become full of motivation.

Whether it was the snow-white skin or the feeling of vulnerability that he wanted to hold in his hands, it was enough to make his heart flutter.

We don’t have much time together with the minister, but no matter what will change in due course, or what will remain the same, they will eventually be lovely and cherished memories.

The calligraphy group has a high value. If you don’t have enough qualifications, you may not be convinced if you want to appraise it.

Professional fields are left to professional cognitive judgment.

The judging panel has been replaced by all masters.

Since entering the venue, every move of Wuma Seijin and Furuno Takashi has been seen, and will be used as the final scoring criterion.

The host saw that the atmosphere at the scene was almost perfect, and after receiving the signal, he began to announce:

"Let's see what questions the judges gave?"

"Oh? The first question given is..."

"Impromptu poetry?"

After hearing the topic, Furuno Takashi immediately started writing. He wanted to directly block Wuma Xingjin and make him have no answer.

"I'll come first!"

Wuma Xingjin was about to pick up the pen and absorb ink when he stopped and stretched out his hand towards him.

"please"

After thinking for a moment, Furuno Takashi started writing.

Junba is just broken, and the changeable bits and pieces appear on the paper.

The dusk sky in Qinghai reflects on the Bijiang River, and the bright sun sets in Kamakura

There are no notes on the collected volumes, how can I pick up my shoes and return to my hometown?

The crane camera focused on the poem written by Furuno Takashi. Several masters sitting in the judges' seats studied it carefully for a while, and were first attracted by his calligraphy.

One of them, an old man in a black kimono, stroked his beard a few times and narrowed his eyes.

"Cursive script? Is it Master Furuno's writing style?"

"I see, this Furuno Takashi is that grandson. I didn't expect him to be so old."

Twenty years ago, a master named Kohei Furuno accepted an invitation from a newly listed company and left a seven-character quatrain at the door of his completed building. After his death, the value was assessed at 20 million yen.

He is a leading figure in Japanese calligraphy circles.

The grandson of this master obviously inherited the mantle of master Furuno Kohei, even in Toishiro's opinion.

Calligraphy is the carrier of poetry, and poetry is the complement of calligraphy. If the handwriting is not good, no matter how amazing the poetry is, it will not escape the fate of being eliminated.

But this does not mean that writing poems and lyrics is not important. It is also one of the comprehensive factors that evaluate the strength of the players.

"The strokes are stroked repeatedly, the strokes are forward, and two changes suddenly appear in one stroke. The waves are ups and downs, and the spirit is suddenly bright. It is really rare to see cursive writing reach this state, and the future life is terrible."

"It seems that Master Xingping has a successor."

The other judges also nodded frequently in agreement. It was obvious that Furuno Takashi's calligraphy level was unanimously recognized by them.

As for poetry, Higashi Ishiro believes that it is on the same level as Furuno Takashi's calligraphy, both of which are top-notch.

interesting.

Wuma Xingjin glanced at him with interest. He used three allusions in four sentences, but there was still something on him.

But in the end, his tone was a bit too loud, and he even said that the only difference between him and Zhang Zifang was the teacher.

That was Zhang Liuhou, the founding prime minister who was decisively victorious thousands of miles away. There were only a few who could compare with him throughout the ages.

As for later generations of important ministers such as Xun Wenruo, Zhang Jiusi, and Zhang Taiyue, they did not dare to call themselves that.

Arrogant and self-righteous, they blindly pursue the meaning of the ancient articles, but ignore the hard work of the masters of Chinese studies in the past hundred years to peep into the ancient books.

As the saying goes, saints do not seek to cultivate the ancients, and they can always break the law. They discuss the affairs of the world and are prepared for it.

As for calligraphy?

It was almost immediately obvious that it was derived from the "Book Book" of Sun Guoting's predecessor, and Sun Guoting's calligraphy was derived from the two princes and his son.