Chapter 170: "Deng Que Si" comes out

"This contestant from Nantah University, please write your own work!"
After Ouyang Xue said this, she walked towards Su Mo's.
As soon as Su Mo picked up the brush, he smelled a faint scent, and when he turned his head, he saw Ouyang Xue.
"Senior sister, what's the matter?"
"It's okay, I just came to ask, what is your name, and I will announce the results later."
Ouyang Xue smiled at Su Mo, making people feel like a spring breeze.
"Senior sister, you just call me Xiaosu."
Su Mo also smiled politely, then directly picked up the brush and wrote on the white paper.
Su Mo in a serious state, the strong bookish temperament on his body, directly radiated, making Ouyang Xue standing next to him couldn't help but shine.
"This boy is a little different!"
Su Mo directly wrote the name of his poem-Deng Quesi!
The three characters of Long Feifengwu made everyone couldn't help being surprised.
Both the audience and the judges couldn't help taking a breath.
This word is too powerful!
Every stroke and every painting exudes an elegant charm. This is what a calligraphy master who has become his own school can do, right?
Ouyang Xue was already stupid at this time, how could this character be so beautiful!
How could a young man of about twenty people write such good words?
Those calligraphy master's characters are collected in Ouyang Xue's house, but they are completely incomparable with the characters of the young man in front of them!
This is impossible!
It must be dazzled, Ouyang Xue quickly rubbed her eyes, but the white and black characters were there, she couldn't help but believe it.
As for the audience, there was even more uproar. Although they couldn't tell what level Su Mo's writing belonged to, they had never seen such a beautiful calligraphy.
"My God, what is this word!"
"It's amazing, this is definitely the most amazing calligraphy I have ever seen."
"Who is on the stage?"
"This word is also elegant!"
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Li Zhihai was also shocked when he saw the three writing brushes on the big screen.
"Coco, your friend, the brush writing is pretty good!"
"It's pretty good..."
Li Keke seemed a little excited at this moment, Su Mo gave her too many surprises, as if there was never an end.
Whenever Li Keke felt that he knew Su Mo, the boy would always surprise her.
Sun Jingyang, who was sitting on the side, was very upset listening to the students' admiration.
"This word looks so normal, and I don't know what's worth all the fuss about."
"shut up!"
Sun Dali couldn't help but his eyes jumped when he heard his son. He really wanted to slap the rebellious son to death.
This word is called general?
What a joke!
Although I don't know what level the word is, Sun Dali knows that it must be very powerful!
Because even he, a layman, feels great, that's definitely not ordinary.
Sun Jingyang: "..."
Did you say something wrong again?
However, when Sun Jingyang saw his father's brows jumping, he closed his mouth quickly and did not dare to say anything again.
The three judges on the judges' bench also exclaimed.
Elder Wu: "This character is really good. How do I feel the charm of a master of calligraphy?"
Zhang Lao: "It does have that taste, but how can such a level of calligraphy appear in a young man?"
Jian Hua: "Unbelievable!"
The words of the three judges also directly ignited the atmosphere of the scene.
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It also exploded directly in the live broadcast room on the Internet.
"What the hell?"
"Damn, this word is awesome!"
"I don't understand calligraphy, but for this word, I only give two words-it looks good!"
"My God, if this is a calligraphy competition, this person must be the champion, but it is a pity that this is a poetry competition!
"I'm good at these two characters. I have practiced calligraphy for almost ten years. Compared with this young man, I just want to say, what kind of I am writing!"
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National Tsing Hua University, 506 female dormitory.
Everyone looked at Yan Jiuxi incredible.
An Ran: "Xiao Xi, Su Mo's calligraphy is too powerful!"
Zhao Linger: "I'm really convinced. I have never seen such a versatile person. Can you save us ordinary people a way?"
Ma Lili: "This character looks so good, I decided that I would also practice calligraphy."
As Su Mo's girlfriend, Yan Jiuxi smiled helplessly when facing the eyes of the three girls.
She knew that Su Mo could write well in hard pen, but she didn't expect the brush to write better, it was too enchanting.
"Let's see how Su Mo's poem is going..."
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Nanda playground.
Su Mo was very serious about writing on the blank paper at this time, and everyone was fascinated by it.
When he put down the pen, a complete poem appeared on the big screen.
Immediately, the playground, which was still noisy just now, fell directly into silence.
"Deng Que Si"
Quiet rhyme is graceful, and the clouds are unstoppable.
Dengque running water hates the sky high, repetitively walking, drunk and leaning.
Worry and foggy, lonely moon sighs.
She humiliated the winding path and complained about Luyao, the voice was bitter, and I asked how many times it is today.
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Everyone was stunned at the big projection screen. There was no noise at all in the huge playground, only the faint background music.
what is this?
Is this the poem written by this young man wearing a mask in half an hour?
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Is this not a joke?
No matter who understands the poem or not, after seeing this poem, goosebumps are all going to get straight up.
This is so scary!
How could there be such a work in the world?
Hallucinations!
It must be an illusion!
Many people couldn't help rubbing their eyes, but when they saw the big screen, they couldn't help their scalp tingling.
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At this time, in the live broadcast room on the Internet, the opposite is true, like a volcanic eruption.
"God, God, God, what kind of fairy is this!"
"This feeling of scalp tingling, why is there a sense of familiarity?"
"Damn, who said that this championship is a gifted talent? This is a masterpiece!"
"I feel my three souls and seven souls are scared and lost..."
"Who is this man? How can he be so powerful!"
"I was so excited that I couldn't breathe. This poem is too powerful. It is so many times stronger than the poems in our textbook."
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National Tsing Hua University, 506 female dormitory.
In the same atmosphere, the four girls grew up with their small mouths shocked, and the whole dormitory was silent, and even a needle dropped could be heard clearly.
After a while, Zhao Linger looked at Yan Jiuxi blankly.
"Little...Xiaoxi, this...this guy...it must be...Su Mo!"
A good sentence was stunned by Zhao Linger.
No one laughed at her, because let them say that it is probably like this, the poetry is too vivid.
But it gives people a very advanced feeling.
Although I don't quite understand what it means, but a feeling of elegant artistic conception blows over my face, this is God's work!