coobybook Chapter 183 Medical Miracle
Chapter 183 Medical Miracle
A few more minutes passed, and Chen Shiyu felt that time was running out. Calligraphy was not his forte, and he couldn't wait any longer.
He believed he could remain undisturbed by external influences; even if the sky were to fall, he could hold it together! That's right!
But Chen Shiyu didn't know that the other guests had thought the same thing.
"Xiaoyu, how can you start writing first?" Wang Xinyang was getting a little anxious when he saw Chen Shiyu so focused that she seemed to be unable to hear anything.
Chen Shiyu silently chanted in his heart: I won't listen to this bastard's rambling.
However, the next second, her defenses crumbled.
“Xiaoyu, I heard you met a lover…” Hu Bing was in front, her gaze fixed on Chen Shiyu in the mirror.
Chen Shiyu: "..." Damn, is it that obvious? Nonsense, he clearly only likes Chi Chi now!
"Cough cough cough, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly." After Chen Shiyu finished speaking, he pursed his lips and put down the brush he was writing with ink.
Thankfully, Chi Chi didn't hear it.
"Let's stop arguing and write together." Shao Chongsi had no desire to go on a date; all he could think about was winning.
Everyone remained silent, no one answered. After about ten seconds, Bai Chongxuan spoke: "Together."
Then the two began to write.
At this moment, no one spoke. Even Gu Chengyuan, that fool, stopped doing anything bad. Shao Chongsi found it somewhat unbelievable.
I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that ten minutes had already passed.
And so, Shao Chongsi and Bai Chongxuan patiently finished writing a poem, and seeing that no one was moving, they continued writing.
A few more minutes passed, and the group, each with their own ulterior motives, began to pick up their pens and write.
Only Chi Yining stood there motionless, while Yan Guiyun began to write, leaving everyone present puzzled and unable to figure out what was going on.
Oh no!! Has Chi Yining given up?!
But writing the poem was problematic, and not writing it was also problematic. After a period of distress, everyone had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue writing.
[Could it be that Chi Yining can't write?]
[Exactly, how could an art student possibly write that?]
Art students? You underestimate art students!
[Oh haha, the pool is over]
[Little Chichi, what mischief are you plotting?]
……
Director Feng was also a little confused. Was Chi Yining asleep while standing there?
Good grief, don't tell me this is true! I overestimated you!
When about 45 minutes had passed, even the fastest writer, Jia Mingchuan, had only written 6 poems! The reason was that these seven-character quatrains were too long!
Gu Chengyuan, who was writing furiously, had already begun to sweat. He was certain that Chi Yining had given up on the competition, or perhaps not.
However, just as everyone was focused on swinging their clubs, Chi Yining raised his watch on his left wrist and saw that it was almost time.
Seeing that there was enough ink on the side, Chi Yining picked up a wolf-hair brush. He glanced at the poetry collection on the table and began to write.
And so his gestures became passionate and unrestrained, extremely fast, and the handwriting was neat yet carried an imposing aura, like a runaway horse soaring through the air and disappearing into the distance!
At the same time in Kyoto, inside the old residence of the Yan family
"Excellent! What beautiful and powerful handwriting! I've never seen a young person write with such grandeur!" Old Master Yan stood up excitedly, praising loudly.
"Old Yan, isn't your leg bad?! You're lying to me?" Old Master Jia stared wide-eyed as his old friend stood up as if by some medical miracle, the two white jade beads he was holding falling to the ground and bouncing up.
Old Master Yan: "..."
Oh no, I've been acting for a year or two, and I got so excited that I forgot.