Chapter 1758

Everyone around wanted to see Mo Nan Chong, so he craned his neck and waited, but the girl was still.

"What's the matter? Bring it here. I'll show it to my grandfather anyway." Jin Fuyao said to the girl.

The girl had a good relationship with Jin Fuyao, so she came back to herself after hearing Jin Fuyao's words.

She knows that Mo Nan Chong's handwriting is very good-looking, definitely better than Jin Fuyao's.

At such a glance, she can be seen by a layman. It's the same word. What Mo Nan Chong wrote is really impressive and elegant. The strength of the pen is strong and can be felt by laymen.

Originally, if I read jinfuyao alone, I would think that jinfuyao's handwriting is also very good.

But with such a comparison, it's not necessary to know whose words are more beautiful and whose writing is rubbish.

After all, that girl is from jinfuyao's side. She has only one idea at this time. She can't let jinfuyao lose face.

After all, jinfuyao is their face.

When the girl came back to herself, a pair of eyes aimed at the ink on the table and rushed towards the ink.

"No!" The first reaction came from the old man. He directly scattered the melon seeds in his hand and almost rushed over like flying.

But did not come and grab the girl in the hands of the calligraphy, in the girl to hit the ink moment, her body was stabilized.

Mo Nan pet Shi ran took his own words from her hand, and then looked at the girl, "if you want to fall, don't take my words."

With that, she let go of her hand.

The girl flopped and fell down, and the ink covered her face.

"Good, good, saved." The old president deeply knows that Mo Nan Chong is a kind of person who is lazy to write. Although she is very talented and capable, she is really lazy.

They begged her to do it, and she was not willing to write a word for how much money they gave her.

It's not easy to have such an opportunity. How can it be destroyed.

For Mo Nan Chong, this is nothing, but for them, Mo Nan Chong's words can be called a masterpiece.

What happened just now? 】

[the old man looks as if some rare treasure is going to be destroyed! 】

[no, did the girl do it on purpose? Why did she pounce on the table to destroy our beloved's words? 】

[let me guess, is it because our beloved wrote so well that she was worried that their group would not win, so she just destroyed it? 】

[yes, I can't think of any other reason! 】

[damn, isn't that vicious? Just now I was still laughing at our beloved for not writing. Now I feel threatened, so I want to destroy it? 】

[what else can Jin Fuyao's fans say? 】

[we Fuyao didn't do anything, don't take us Fuyao, OK? 】

[that is, we Fuyao are always on the side, OK? That girl may just slip her foot, but she's Mo Nan's favorite. She's holding people and letting them go. Isn't that too much? 】

[what's too much? If I write a picture carefully and someone almost destroys it for me, I'll not just let it go, I'll just press it into the VAT for her! 】

[like Mo Nan Chong, Mo Nan Chong's fans are rude! 】

[love that girl, that girl may not be intentional! You've only been writing for more than ten minutes. Isn't that a good effort? Is it necessary to care that much? 】

the old man has directly robbed the words in Mo Nan Chong's hand and can read them.

"Very good, very good, very good, not destroyed!"

"Can we choose the ingredients?" Mo Nan Chong looks at the old man and asks.

"Take the best!" The old man didn't want to, he said with a wave of his hand.

This time, the other groups are not happy.

"What's the situation?"

"No, it's not even better. What do you mean, old man? Shouldn't you take the ingredients after the competition?"

"That's right. What's that better than?"

"There's no inside story, is there?"

A group of players are not happy.

The old man looked at the group of players and put a little ugly face on his face. He said sternly, "her words are the best. Of course, she chooses the best ingredients. Is it hard to do that? Can you still write better than her?"

"We haven't seen her handwriting yet. You say her handwriting is the best. Is that really good?"

"It's just..."

The old man was angry and happy. He turned his head and looked at a few girls who were talking, "my one-sided words? OK, let me show you what calligraphy is

Mo Nan's character turned around and faced all the players.

At a glance, all the people on the scene froze as if struck by lightning.

Although they don't know much about calligraphy, we can still judge whether it's good or bad. So when Mo Nan Chong turned the characters, everyone was shocked."This is the same poem that Jin Fuyao wrote. Every word is the same..."

"God, isn't it beautiful?"

"How can it be so beautiful? Without contrast, there would be no harm. In an instant, I felt that what Jin Fuyao wrote was "dog crawling."

“…… How does the old man feel as if he knew for a long time that Mo Nan Chong could write so well? "

Everyone's eyes fell on Jin Fuyao. Originally, Jin Fuyao was waiting for people to pursue her voice, but at this time, she also felt that it was wrong. She looked at the picture of Mo Nanchong.

It's the same poem, all the words are the same, but it only took Mo Nan Chong more than ten minutes to write it. The words are so beautiful, every word is so beautiful, it can be said that it's penetrating.

Compared with Mo Nan Chong's words, the one she was proud of was too stiff and low-level.

She was a little stunned, a little incredulous, and her fingertips were shaking.

She subconsciously wanted to hide her words.

"Who else thinks this is not the first word?" The old man looked at everyone and asked.

The players are a little quiet.

Only Huahua and others uttered a voice of astonishment.

"No, I still think Jin Fuyao is good-looking!"

"We Fuyao have been trained systematically. How can we compare with Mo Nanchong. Whose words are better than others must be spoken by professionals. I don't think what you said is accurate, grandpa

"Yes, the old man is not an expert! This should be judged by experts. "

Some people are so stubborn that they still refuse to believe Mo Nan Chong's words.

The old man was angry and happy, "then you say, who is the expert, who is the professional?"

"It's the National Calligraphy Association, of course." A girl said, "I think to judge who writes well, I'd better ask the president of the National Calligraphy Association to evaluate it."

Old man: "I'm not sure."

Mo Nan's favorite

"Fuyao, don't you have the contact information of the calligraphy association? You can call Someone said to Jin Fuyao, "you write better. This old man is really lying with his eyes open!"

At this time, Jin Fuyao's mobile phone suddenly rang.