Copying is undoubtedly a blessing for some people who have poor brushwork.

Just like letting Einstein and elementary school students solve a one-to-one equation, this is obviously lowering the level and making all contestants lose their ability to create. When calligraphy works lose their creation and are attributed to copying itself, this is a kind of regression. Zhong Yue can't understand why there are such competition rules.

Ten minutes have passed.

Zhong Yue put down the details in his hand, but he had not yet obtained the felt.

The people sitting in the audience also looked at the contestants with a sneering smile. What's the matter? Is the competition a strike?

Gu Qin, who was sitting in the corner, saw Zhong Yue who was motionless in the corner, muttering to himself, "Is this person a fool? If you don't write, why are you stupidly doing there?"

At the corner of the East District, Huang Youwei was reading a book, and from time to time while flipping through it, she looked at Zhong Yue.

What's wrong today?

Zhong Yue stood up and walked towards the judges' seat in front.

"Student, do you have anything to do? Please return to your position. You are not allowed to walk around freely during the game."

Zhong Yue smiled, "I've been missing a piece of felt and I've been waiting for nearly an hour. When will I give it to me? Should I give it to me when the game is over?"

"Hey, this classmate, please go back to your seat."

Zhong Yue looked up and saw the familiar figure.

Could it be that he did it?

The staff walked over and said, "Teacher Wu, this classmate said he has no felt there."

Wu Zhonghe raised his eyebrows, "No felt? No. The competition supplies are counted, and it is impossible to have fewer ones."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Director Wu, what do you mean is that I deliberately seek trouble?"

"Hey, hey, what do you mean? Believe it or not, I will disqualify you from participating?"

Zhong Yue smiled coldly. It was really interesting. He finally understood why there was such a weird competition system and why it took so long to have a piece of felt.

It turns out that Wu Zhonghe is responsible for the competition site.

Among the Municipal Calligraphy Association, Wu Zhonghe may not have that influence, but this competition is mainly targeted at the city college students, and in Huizhou, only the Academy of Fine Arts has a professional calligraphy department. Then, the on-site work is naturally the one that comes to the Academy of Fine Arts to operate.

Wu Zhonghe sneered at the departure of Zhong Yue, and said in his heart, "Boy, I want you to look good!" There is no felt, let's see how you write it!

Zhong Yue already understood that this felt was difficult to get into his hands. If he wanted to give it, he would have brought it long ago.

Zhong Yue didn't understand why Wu Zhonghe was targeting him like this? Is it because of the "Wu Xia Ameng" back then? Haha, it seems that Director Wu's a little bit of energy is only so.

Zhong Yue sat back in his seat, and time passed by minute by minute. He just sat like that. He didn't believe that the judges on the stage were all from Wu Zhonghe, and they could still pretend to be blind and turn a blind eye.

There were also many viewers watching on the stage.

Huang Youwei closed the book and clicked on the middle-aged man who was bored looking at his phone. "May I ask, are there any felt sellers nearby?"

The man was startled, "What?"

"It's okay." Huang Youwei left the table.

"baffling."

Some of the judges on the stage finally discovered this problem and walked straight over.

"Student, do you have any questions?"

Zhong Yue said: "I have no felt on my desk and can't create calligraphy. I have been asking for help for an hour. I didn't expect that in such a city-level competition, it would take so long to find a piece of felt. Do you have to wait until other contestants finish creating it before they can be used for me?"

The old calligrapher also looked embarrassed and smiled with a kind smile: "I'm sorry, we handled it inappropriately, so I'll take it here." He turned around and walked towards Wu Zhonghe and asked: "What's going on? Why does even a piece of felt have to be processed for so long? What's your organizer doing?"

Wu Zhonghe said lightly: "Old Zhang, maybe the staff missed something. I have asked someone to go to the Academy of Fine Arts to get the felt. You also know that this thing is not easy to buy at the moment."

"Go to the Academy of Fine Arts? When will you wait? Director Wu, your efficiency is too poor."

Wu Zhonghe raised his eyebrows, "Old Zhang, are you blaming me?"

Mr. Zhang also has some status in the Calligraphy Association, but Wu Zhonghe is the head of the university department, which is still a little different. It is hard to say that it is unreliable to do things, so he had to hold his anger and turn back to his position.

"Old Zhang, what's going on? Did that Zhong Yue, who did not follow the rules before, used the two styles of calligraphy in a mixed manner and still used tickets online?"

"I have no idea."

As the judges, I was a member of the unknown Calligraphy Association. In such a large city, it is still easy to find some people who know calligraphy. As for calligraphy, understanding and writing are two different things. Some people have excellent skills in commenting on the topic. If they really want to write by themselves, they may be careless. Throughout history, there have been countless people who have been talking about calligraphy and Taoism, and there are very few people who can become the style of a calligrapher.

When Zhong Yue saw the old man sitting back on the long table in a discouragement, he understood that Wu Zhonghe was going to kill him today.

Zhong Yue stood up and walked forward with great strides.

Wu Zhonghe, who was carrying his hands, immediately came over and stood in front of Zhong Yue, "What are you going to do?"

Zhong Yue pushed Wu Zhonghe away, walked to the judges, and said, "Hello, teachers."

"Zhong Yue, if you make trouble, I will disqualify you from participating!" Wu Zhonghe was determined to expel this annoying Zhong Yue from the stage. Even if he couldn't do it as he wished, he would not be able to create his works with peace of mind.

When Zhong Yue was farting, he said, "Dear teachers, in order not to disturb other students' creations, I will tell you a long story short. This competition is so high-end. A piece of felt actually made me wait for nearly an hour and a half. I think Director Wu lives in a difficult life and can't even afford to distribute a piece of felt. I don't wait anymore. Can I borrow something?"

Zhong Yue's sarcastic words made the judges feel embarrassed. As for the competition, it was just to be fair and just. A piece of felt made people wait for more than an hour. It was embarrassing to spread such a thing.

"Little comrade, this is our mistake. You can just lend it to me. The felt has been taken away by someone."

Zhong Yue walked forward with a smile and slowly pulled up the red scarf on the judges' seat, "borrow the cloth for it." He would rather give him a good word than do it yourself to make up your own food and clothing.

The judges sitting on the stage couldn't help but slowly leave the judges' seat with their elbows.

Zhong Yue pulled the long red scarf and ran back to his position in front of everyone.

Not only the judges were shocked, but the audience and contestants were shocked.

I'll go, there's still such an operation?
Chapter completed!