Rebirth:Urban Warlord

Ye Tongtong came to prepare half an hour earlier than ye Huang. After all, there was a sensation for the first time. More students came to see the duel between Ye Huang and Zhou Ding for the second time. This also virtually improved the performance requirements of the host in all aspects.

Ye Huang appeared low-key, but Zhou Ding was extremely arrogant. He gently pushed open the door of the Calligraphy Club, followed by seven or eight attendants. His face was serious, just like that of a visit to another country.

Because there were a lot of people in the classroom, the people behind Zhou Ding helped to open the way, just like those eunuchs in the TV series who opened the way for the emperor. They were full of dogleg images.

When ye Huang saw Zhou Ding's appearance, he laughed in his heart. Now you pretend to be forced. You will lose face and let you know how to write the word "disgrace". Then you can see that you can't find a place to get into it.

Zhou Ding triumphantly went to Ye Huang and said with a smile, "are you ready to accept the shame of failure?" He decided to take advantage of Ye Huang's failure and humiliate him. Now he should make a preparation.

Ye Huang said with a smile: "you first take care of yourself. If you lose, you'd better take a detour when you see me later."

"It's just a matter of words." Zhou Ding doesn't believe Ye Huang can win himself in any case. His energy is limited. He has investigated that ye Huang's learning is quite good, and the piano is still so good. Can he spare time to learn calligraphy? Zhou Ding doesn't believe it anyway.

Zhou Ding is 1.8 meters tall. He is very handsome. In addition to the small suit he wears today, he looks very attractive.

Zuo Zhenliang, Guan Yulei and Liu Peng were divided into three groups, and they came out of the crowd nearby and cheered Ye Huang one after another.

Zuo Zhenliang Yin said with a smile: "brother Huang, you must win, or we won't have to play in the next basketball game. I'm ready to show off in the basketball game."

"Brother Huang, we believe you, you created a miracle last time, and this time you will be able to." Guan Yu Lei and Liu Pengfei said together.

Ye Huang said with a smile: "that's natural and won't let you down."

After the pre competition appeasement work, finally entered the formal competition link, the two tables were surrounded by people, these are the onlookers, I want to see if these two competitors have the legendary magic.

Zhou Ding slightly closed his eyes and pretended to be mysterious. He seemed to have prepared the artistic conception and began to write poems in his own world.

The poem he had prepared earlier is called Qiupu song, which is exactly what Li Bai wrote.

Li Bai, a poet, created the image of "self" with his unrestrained passion and romantic artistic techniques. He expressed his deep resentment and depression and exerted a strong and moving artistic force.

Zhou Ding has been practicing brush writing for so many years. He knows that if he wants to write a good word, he must concentrate on it without any influence.

Therefore, he did not go to see how ye Huang wrote. Today, he came to play his highest level, not only to defeat Ye Huang in a dignified manner, but also to make his name famous and famous, so that he can get more opportunities given by the school in the future. When he leaves the campus, he will have more capital to get good social benefits Treatment, he wants to be recognized by all people on the brush writing, which is his pursuit.

His white hair is 3000 Zhang, and his sorrow is like a long one. I don't know where to get the autumn frost in the bright mirror. Twenty words written by him have a special charm. Several teachers standing beside Zhou Ding nodded one after another. They all appreciate Zhou Ding from their heart. At least he has some long history in calligraphy.

Zhou Ding has almost finished writing here, but there is a hiss on the other side of the Ye Huang. What happened in the end led to the chaos of the Ye emperor's side.

The three professors, including President Wu Menglin, all cast a puzzled look at Ye Huang.

See ye Huang standing in place, motionless, closed eyes, as if asleep.

It's been 15 minutes. The emperor has been in this state from the beginning to the present. He can't help but let the people around his table boo loudly and think that he is making a fool of himself.

"I'll go. Who can't write for a long time?"

"We've wasted so much time. We should have seen Zhou Ding's handwriting."

"Just now, I'm sure I won."

"Wow, let me have a look."

Ye Huang's side is in a mess, and Zhou Ding's classmates and professors are all praising Zhou Ding. Ye Tongtong is a little anxious to see this scene. However, seeing the appearance of Ye Huang's God's nagging, she can't help but stand aside and sip her lips.

Many male students have been paying close attention to Ouyang Qingyin and ye Tongtong. When they see ye Tongtong's charming and lovely appearance, their mouths water and they hate why such a beautiful woman has been taken away by Ye Huang. It's really hateful.

But that's all they have to think about.

Zhou Ding finished writing the characters and sighed with a long sigh of relief. Then he looked up to see ye Huang. He found that the guy was still standing in the same place, and had not started writing. Zhou Ding secretly laughed and scolded him for being a fool.But when Zhou Ding thought that ye Huang was about to give up the competition, ye Huang suddenly opened his eyes, studied ink, started to write, and his movements were all in one breath. He was quite confident.

Ye Huang's writing speed is very fast, quite fast, even before the students around him have responded, he has already written a line of words.

Under the moon, I drink a pot of wine between Li Bai's flowers and drink alone without a blind date. I raise a glass to invite the bright moon and form three people. The moon does not know how to drink. The shadow follows me. The shadow accompanies the shadow of the moon for a while. I sing the moon wandering. I dance in disorder. When I wake up, I make friends with each other when I wake up. After drunk, I travel in a merciless way.

A vast momentum came, mixed with misty, as if this poem contains a boundless world, the original noisy atmosphere around Ye Huang disappeared in an instant, and everyone was stunned at the words written by him.

There may be many people who don't know calligraphy at all, but they can feel the charm of the words.

There was a quiet moment for the emperor, and three professors, you Yuming, Yang Wenqi and Wang Kailing, rushed to see what was going on.

But when they came to Ye Huang's side, they were stunned.

Their eyes are silk nail in the Ye Huang just finished the pair of words.

You Yuming takes out a pair of presbyopia glasses from his pocket, wipes them quickly, puts on the glasses, shaking his hands to touch the word, but is opened by Yang Wenqi.

"It's not dry yet. Don't touch your dirty hands." Yang Wenqi muttered.

You Yuming grinned, then asked Ye Huang, "Ye Ye, did you write this word

"It was written by the emperor Ye. I saw it with my own eyes." There are students around.

Ye Huang nods and smiles: "teacher, this word is written by me."

“……” You Yuming has nothing to say.

The atmosphere of the scene was astonishing and strange. Originally, it was like a market, but now it was only whispering.

Ye Huang said with a smile: "three teachers look first, I'll go to see Zhou Ding's calligraphy first." With that, ye Huang walked to the table of Zhou Ding. The students around him immediately gave up a way for him. He was very conscious.

Zhou Ding thinks that his handwriting is quite good. At least it is far beyond his peak level. It seems that only when there is pressure can he be motivated. His lustful eyes look at Ouyang Qingyin. Although this student sister has graduated for several years, she has heard that she has no boyfriend yet. She can find a way to catch up with her.

As for ye Tongtong, Zhou Ding actually has the idea of giving up. After all, the young talents in Shangguan Qingshan are also staring at Ye Tongtong. Zhou Ding thinks that the surname of the person who got the head soup is not big.

Zhou Ding was thinking about something, and suddenly a piercing laughter came.

"Ha ha ha ha, it's also called calligraphy. You can't write as much as dog shit, rubbish, rubbish."

See ye Huang pointing to Zhou Dinggang's words and laughing.

Zhou Ding saw Ye Huang's arrogant appearance, and his face turned blue with anger. He snorted coldly: "what I wrote is certainly better than you. What qualifications do you have to be arrogant? I'll see who will cry."

Ye Huang said with a smile, "young master Zhou, I advise you not to write brush calligraphy in the future. Your basic skills are so bad that you can only mislead others and yourself if you practice like this. Besides, my words are placed there. Please go over and have a look. It's better not to put some big words out casually, or they will stink." Say ye Huang still is nose, wave to do fan shape.

Many students laughed at Ye Huang's funny appearance. Zhou Ding immediately felt that these people seemed to laugh at himself. He was so angry that he could hardly suppress his emotions. Zhou Ding said to Ye Huang with a gloomy face: "the guy with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, I want to see how good your handwriting is." Then he walked to the yehuang desk.

In fact, when ye Huang insulted his writing, Zhou Ding wanted to hurt others because he thought that he had no talent for writing calligraphy. How could he tolerate other people's insults.

However, considering Ye Huang's good skills, he finally suppressed the idea.

Walking to Ye Huang's desk, Zhou Dingchao's poem "drinking alone under the moon" didn't care at first, but then Zhou Ding suddenly widened his eyes and could not leave the Xuan paper.

Maybe here, a lot of discerning people can see the outcome of the game.

Ouyang Qingyin is an observant girl. She basically knows the answer, but she still needs the judges to make the final judgment.

Ye Huang's every stroke and every word is a brilliant stroke. Every stroke is the most magical curve in the world, with the most beautiful radian. These strokes constitute a neat and artistic conception of the big characters. It is a magnificent world, perfect and moving, full of pleasant rhythm. It seems that there is an eternal flavor between black characters and white paper Avenue.