Chapter 1757

[Mo Nan Chong will not dare to fight! 】

[hehe, does calligraphy need to be compared? You don't have to do it. We Yao Yao must be the best! 】

[the rest of us probably won't get any food! 】

[don't come up here to lose face. Girls like her can only fight. How can they have any talent! 】

[who says our beloved can't write, but even if he can't, it's normal, OK? They're not in a calligraphy competition, they're in a talent show, OK? 】

[I don't think I need anything else. Anyway, I only like pet's face. I'm not tired of pet's face all my life! 】

[yes, calligraphy is not important! Besides, you talented woman Jin Fuyao, painting is not as good as our pet master. Have you forgotten that our pet master easily turned a cheap dress into a collection worth 100 billion on the stage? 】

someone has torn it up in the studio.

Everyone is not optimistic about Mo Nan Chong, except for Chong Ye's loyal fans.

"Darling, or I'll come." Su Niannian said, "I can probably read a little."

"I'll do it. You can think about what you want to eat first." Mo Nan's favorite glances at Su Nian.

Jin Fuyao didn't expect that Mo Nanchong was so straightforward. She felt that Mo Nanchong was ridiculous. She must think she was very powerful.

Jin Fuyao has been studying calligraphy for more than ten years. She has been practicing calligraphy ever since she can hold a pen.

Let alone Mo Nan's favorite, even the famous calligrapher, she is not afraid.

"Pet Ye is full of confidence in himself. Can you eat what you want?" Someone looked at Mo Nan Chong narrowly.

"Well." Mo Nan pet light should be a.

The crew is ready.

When the old man looked up and saw Mo Nan Chong, his expression changed subtly, as if he was scared.

But at the same time, there was some light in the eyes, but no one noticed.

"I prefer calligraphy, so I don't have to say it?" The old man said while he was eating melon seeds.

The calligraphers looked at each other and began to work.

This time there is a time limit. The old man is very demanding. He only gives 30 minutes, 30 minutes. No matter what it is written, it's over.

He will choose the best and the worst and rank them once.

Jin Fuyao looks very attentive. When she starts, she looks at Mo Nanchong. As a result, Mo Nanchong doesn't move. When everyone has started, she seems to be looking at other places.

Pet ye this group of people some anxious, but all know pet ye act style, but also did not urge.

But the other groups are already enjoying themselves.

"It seems that no matter what our team members write, there must be one at the bottom!"

"Mo Nan Chong volunteered to write, but he didn't do it!"

"I don't think so. I'm afraid I'll lose miserably."

Mo Nan Chong didn't start to work slowly until ten minutes later.

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in addition to all kinds of fans, there are other people paying attention to it.

When reading and writing at this moment, the most excited people should be a group of people from the National Calligraphy Association.

"Old president???"

"It's really the old president. He's in that place?"

"The old president is very picky. These dolls will be scolded miserably!"

"But why is our vice president in that place?"

"What's important now is not why the vice president is there. Didn't you see the barrage? And what the little girls inside said is really irritating. They all look down on our vice president! "

"That is, the vice president is so powerful that they think she can't write. It's a shame for her to do it?"

"I love our vice president. However, the vice president will be able to slap his face in a moment. If the vice president can't write, then he really can't do it! "

"Vice president is very lazy. She doesn't like to do it all the time. It's rare that she can do it."

"Thanks to this program group, let's see the calligraphy style of vice president."

"That jinfuyao, right She's a garbage worthy of our vice president? Crack me up! She has no idea that our vice president's few calligraphic works can be sold at a higher price than those of the antiques when they are jointly shot all over the world! "

……

Overseas, in a huge villa, several people are also watching the live program.

A man with a scar on his face and a knife in his hand said coldly, "see, it's that thing! What she's wearing on her wrist is what we're looking for! "

Another blonde man glanced at another man: "we must get this thing, send our first action team, even if we kill this girl, we must get that thing!"A woman nodded, "yes, the boss can't wait any longer. He needs it very much! Did not expect, really let it break the shell and out, although breaking the shell and out of nutrition is not as good as when it was an egg, but it is better than no! "

"What's the origin of this girl? Why is it in her hands?"

"No matter what she comes from, it doesn't matter to us. What we have to do is to get what our boss needs. As for this little girl, it doesn't matter whether she lives or dies. There are so many people dying every day, and there won't be more than one of her."

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"two minutes to go."

Thirty minutes passed quickly. In the last two minutes, everyone seemed to be doing their best.

In the last half minute, Jin Fuyao calmly put down her pen and said, "I'm fine."

Everyone looked at it and saw that Jin Fuyao had written a poem. Because of the short time, the writing was really rough, but for those who don't know much about calligraphy, they just feel that Jin Fuyao is really awesome.

"Wow, it's beautiful!"

"The poem is also full of artistic conception, and the word is good, isn't it? Although it took only 30 minutes, sister Fuyao really deserves to be a talented woman. If she can write to such a degree, I think she can't buy it by auction! "

"First, we've got it!"

"It seems that Mo Nan Chong also wrote this poem just now. Since he wrote the same thing, we can just compare it."

Huahua's face is a little green.

I know that Mo Nan's favorite is not as good as Jin Fuyao. I also want to compare them. I don't mean to make them look bad!

"Darling, is that ok?" Some people look directly at Mo Nan Chong, and even go over and tear the calligraphy works of Mo Nan Chong.

Seeing the man's rough action, the old man almost fainted with a shake of his hand, "stop, stop! How can we treat this calligraphy so rudely! "

It's worth hundreds of billions at least!

"I'm sorry, it's a little --" when the girl who had pulled pet's paper looked down at this picture, the whole person froze.

She was a little speechless.