[Even so-so is better than Yan Bao. Maybe you don’t know that Yan Bao has already had several personal calligraphy exhibitions? 】

[To be honest, she is good-looking, but she is too arrogant, Yan Bao, slap her in the face!]

Although Xiuyan has entered the entertainment industry, she is the eldest daughter of the Xiu family, so she is naturally proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

But to be able to have a calligraphy exhibition, Xiuyan’s calligraphy skills are amazing.

Especially not long ago, one of her large characters was personally sent to the International Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition for competition by the vice president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.

Fans also know what the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association represents.

All the top calligraphy masters in China are in this association.

And these calligraphy masters will not accept disciples so easily.

It is true that there is a reason for cultivating the family, but cultivating the appearance itself is very powerful.

After Ying Zijin watched a scene in which he jumped off a building and lost his memory, he was finally willing to turn his attention to Xiu Yan: "It's more expensive for me to write a word."

Xiuyan's smile faded: "What do you mean, classmate Ying?"

The conversation between the two was clearly recorded in the live broadcast room.

The barrage is full of question marks.

【???Did she know that Yan Bao was the eldest daughter of the Xiu family and deliberately blackmailed her?】

[Why do you mean that your calligraphy is more expensive? Do you know that Yan Bao can sell a calligraphy for 200,000 yuan? How much more expensive can you get? 】

[Yan Bao, promise her, even if she loses, she will also have to buy your words! 】

Xiuyan glanced at the barrage in the live broadcast room, thought for a moment, and smiled: "Well, whoever wins among us will buy the other person's words."

Hearing this, Ying Zijin yawned and looked lazy: "Come on then."

Xiuyan made a phone call and asked someone to help bring all her pens, inks, paper and inkstones.

"Classmate Ying, this is a website produced by the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association." Xiuyan opened a website, "After we upload the words we wrote, the website will evaluate the scores."

"Generally speaking, a word that reaches 90 points can be sold for 500,000 yuan."

With that said, Xiuyan picked up the brush again: "Which one does Student Ying need? Wolf hair or sheep hair?"

Ying Zijin glanced at it and took one casually: "It doesn't matter."

Xiuyan's hand holding the brush paused, then smiled: "It seems that Classmate Ying is very powerful."

[What’s awesome? Even if you’re an beginner in calligraphy, you know that different types of brushes are used for different calligraphy and painting, so it doesn’t matter? 】

[I have never studied calligraphy at all, right? I was originally an art student who came to participate in ISC, but now it seems that art is not good at it? 】

Xiu Yan flattened the rice paper, dipped it in the ground ink, and started writing.

She writes in regular script, and there is a natural and unrestrained atmosphere between the lines.

While writing, Xiuyan glanced at the girl and saw that she stopped writing after writing one word, and couldn't help but shake her head slightly.

After five minutes, I stopped retouching.

After blowing on the rice paper, she took out her mobile phone to take pictures.

Ying Zijin just wrote one word. After finishing writing, her eyes returned to the TV.

Teng Yunmeng neatly took out her mobile phone: "Zijin, let me take pictures for you."

"Now, I will upload the words of both of us to this website." Xiuyan clicked on screen sharing to ensure that everyone in the live broadcast room can see it.

[Yan Bao passes quickly and releases the scores so that she can know who is better than whom.]

"I'll pass it on right away." Xiuyan smiled and reassured fans, "Don't be anxious, everyone."

"Zijin." Teng Yunmeng lowered her voice, "It doesn't matter if you lose. After all, Xiu Yan is half a member of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association, so he is really good."

Ying Zijin slowly stretched his body and said, "I'll treat you to dinner if I win."

Teng Yunmeng: "???"

Because the two people’s words were uploaded together, the ratings were also uploaded together.

The first thing I focus on when repairing my face is Ying Zijin’s score.

She moved the mouse and clicked on the score column.

A big red "100" popped up, and the website played jubilant music in response.

【……】

Fans in the live broadcast room fell silent for a moment.

This "100" was clearly slapped in their faces.

"Classmate Ying's calligraphy is indeed very good." Xiuyan still smiled, her expression unchanged, "I'm not an art major, so I can't compare."

She clicked on her score again.

What comes out is an "8".

The joyful music immediately disappeared, replaced by a string of sad erhu sounds.

Teng Yunmeng burst out laughing.

Ying Zijin pressed his head.

Sheng Qingtang is called an old naughty boy, and it is not without reason.

Websites can also be made like this.

The fingers that were shaping the face trembled, it was simply unbelievable.

If it weren't for the fact that she was still live broadcasting, she would have pounced on it.

The number "8" was like a knife, stabbing her eyes brightly.

She got 80 points last time. She had been practicing for a long time, and even her teacher rarely praised her. How could she get an 8?

Xiuyan tucked her hair behind her ears, managed to calm down her emotions, and smiled nonchalantly: "The system made an error. I'll upload it again."

As she spoke, she passed her words up.

Ten seconds later, the score came out and it was 85.

Xiuyan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "This is the correct score. I will pass on the words from classmate Ying again."

She clicked upload.

The score came out quickly and was still 100.

The manicured nails pinched the palms of the hands.

The comparison between 85 and 100 is not as ugly as the comparison between 8 and 100.

But before Xiuyan could relax completely, her score changed the next second.

From 85, it became 8.

The sad erhu sound sounded again.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was completely silent, and fans could not say a word.

Obviously, it's not that the website system is wrong, it's that the score for retouching is just "8".

The last ones to break the silence were passers-by and some of the anti-fans who repaired my face.

[I have also used this website. Its scoring system is based on proportion. If someone writes well, the scores of others will be reduced accordingly. 】

[Holy shit, hahahaha, so it’s because Sister Shenyan’s calligraphy is so good that she reduced her face-shaving score to single digits? No, I’m laughing so hard. 】

[I understand, I understand, people get 100 points because they only have 100 points.]

[It is true that I am better than you in a so-so way. If I write it seriously, you are not worthy of being compared with me at all?]

[A big star bullies an amateur, but he didn’t expect him to be a professional. Isn’t that a big deal?]

[Where do fans get their faces? Are they slapping others in the face? Your own face is gone now, right?]

Even though the house management kept deleting comments and banning comments, they still couldn't control it.

This live broadcast for fans turned into a scene of group ridicule.

Fans were even more ashamed and forgot to speak up for her.

Xiu Yan closed the computer with a snap, and her tense expression finally broke.

"No more, I'll charge you one million." Ying Zijin leaned on the sofa, very lazy, "I've sent you the payment code, remember to pay."

Xiu Yan left with a livid face.

When she left, her hands were shaking.

Only then did Teng Yunmeng come back to her senses in a daze.

With their good looks and IQ, their team seems to be a little bit of a money-maker.

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To be continued...