CHAPTER 378: CHAPTER 209 COMPETITION_2

"Fine."

The two entered the classroom one after the other. At this time, countless viewers who had come to witness the excitement flooded into various live-streaming rooms.

[So lively, so lively, is the competition finally starting?? I’m a bit excited, folks!!]

[I originally thought Ren Yong was quite handsome, but standing next to Shu Wan, he’s like a blurred mosaic by comparison, his figure is just too bad, Shu Wan really deserves to be the number one beauty in my heart from the entertainment circle.]

[Shu Wan’s fans are really funny, can looking good make up for her bad character? She dares to steal someone else’s work and still say these things, don’t leave crying later.]

Inside the classroom, Shu Wan and Ren Yong stood together at the lectern.

This classroom was specially designed for calligraphy classes; the entire blackboard was made to be written on, and various sizes of brushes were laid out on the table.

Usually, during class, the teacher and students only had to dip the brushes in water and touch the blackboard screen for black brush strokes to appear.

"You said last time that I had prepared things in advance, so this time, let’s use your setup. Whatever character you want me to write, I’ll write it. How about that?"

Shu Wan tilted her head to look at Ren Yong, suggesting her own proposal.

With the reassurance from the experts’ words, Ren Yong actually wasn’t afraid to compete with Shu Wan at the beginning, for he believed that Shu Wan was a fraud.

But now, standing in front of Shu Wan and feeling the pressure emanating from her, Ren Yong actually began to feel insecure.

However, with the arrow nocked, there was no turning back; Ren Yong could only pluck up his courage and said, "Fine."

Shu Wan picked up a brush and stood in front of the blackboard, "Your call."

Ren Yong thought for a moment, his eyes flashing with a cunning light, and then he recited two lines of poetry, "The sound of springs in a quiet pool, at night startling the mountain birds."

As soon as Ren Yong finished speaking, a fellow student reminded him, "Teacher, you might have remembered wrong, the original poem isn’t like that."

"Just write it like that."

Ren Yong’s lips curled up in self-satisfaction; he did it on purpose, mixing two different poems together.

No matter how much preparation Shu Wan had done, she couldn’t have possibly anticipated his thoughts in advance.

Shu Wan was very calm, lifting the brush to write on the blackboard.

Her movements were as natural and relaxed as if she were scribbling casually, yet as the first character was completed, the chatter in the classroom gradually died down.

By the time all ten characters were written, the classroom had fallen completely silent.

Because Shu Wan’s calligraphy, just like the demonstration she gave in the live-streaming room, was full of both form and spirit, possessing a very unique charm.

Even on the blackboard, one could see the seemingly effortless vigor in her brushwork; anyone knowledgeable could tell that Shu Wan’s calligraphy was exceptionally good.

The students could see this, and naturally, Ren Yong was no exception.

From the moment Shu Wan wrote the second character, Ren Yong’s eyes were gaping wide.

In order to see whether Shu Wan was cheating, Ren Yong stood exceptionally close to her, you could say that he saw every single movement of her brushstroke.

And because of this, Ren Yong was even more astonished.

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that such a young woman like Shu Wan could produce calligraphy with such vigor and strength.

While Ren Yong was still stunned, Shu Wan had already finished writing. She placed the brush back on the table and then looked at Ren Yong, "Your turn."

Under the scrutinizing gaze of everyone, Ren Yong could only step forward with a stiff face.

He took up the brush, and before the tip even touched the blackboard, his hand began to tremble slightly.

"Write whatever you like."

Shu Wan said this and found a chair to sit on the side, not even bothering to watch what Ren Yong was writing.

With countless cameras focused on Ren Yong, he hesitated without writing for a long time. After a while, Ren Yong tried to bring down the brush, then his gaze flickered to the still visible characters Shu Wan had written next to him, and he immediately lost his nerve.

"Ow!"

Suddenly, Ren Yong exclaimed, as the brush slipped from his palm, he held his wrist, "My old injury has flared up; I simply can’t hold the brush. We can’t compete today, let’s do this another time."

[??? Ren Yong can’t handle it, right? He was fine just moments ago; this must be his way of looking for an excuse to leave.]

[How embarrassing, I’d still regard him as a man if he just admitted defeat honorably. Now this trick, who’s he trying to fool?]

[People who do calligraphy are prone to past injuries, aren’t they allowed to have flare-ups? Besides, if you ask me, Shu Wan’s writing isn’t all that special.]

Inside the classroom, Shu Wan seemed to have anticipated that Ren Yong would flee the battlefield, so she wasn’t the least bit panicked. She took out a piece of calligraphy from her bag, spread it out, and attached it to the blackboard.