Chapter 257
Teng Yun Meng, however, was even more nervous.
It was a difficult question, and she had only just finished reading it, and she had just got an idea in her head.
Can Ying Ziji be able to solve it if she is called up like this?
Teacher Meng handed over the marker: “Don’t write down the answer directly, remember to write and talk about it.”
As soon as the live broadcast started, the pop-ups were scattered.
[Is this the art student?
[This face, it’s amazing, you can enter the entertainment industry, you can beat those top streams.
I want to see if she can do it, and how she can get a place in the isc competition.
Xiu Yan ruffled her hair and also looked at the blackboard.
In her opinion, Ying Zidian was at most at the same level as her, or maybe even inferior to her.
She also wanted to see if Ying could do it.
Next to Xiu Yan, a student tsked and laughed, “Without the help of Teng Yun Meng and Feng Yue, how can she solve this question?”
If she couldn’t do this question, she didn’t deserve to go to the international final.
“It’s a simple question.” Ying Ziji held a marker, her voice not slow, “Let’s first make an auxiliary line here, then use this formula ……”
As she spoke, she wrote.
It wasn’t fast, and the thought process was clear.
Gradually, the other students’ expressions became serious.
Teng Yun Meng also opened her mouth wide.
Ying Ziji’s solution was completely different from hers, saving at least six steps.
And in a competition, time was important, and once the steps were saved, they were able to do more questions.
When Meng looked at the lines of the solution, it was as if she had been slapped in the face, and it hurt hotly.
She had brought the problem from the Imperial University, and naturally she had done it, but she had never thought that it could be solved in this way.
How could a high school student be more knowledgeable than her?
At that moment, she finished writing the last number: “I’ve finished.”
Teacher Meng looked stiff, inexplicably in a state of distress, not daring to look the girl in the eye: “Yes, that’s right.”
Ying wiped her hands and returned to her seat.
The photographer knew what a storm point was, so he pulled the camera closer and gave her a close-up.
The image reflected the girl’s fluttering long eyelashes and porcelain white skin so delicate that not even the pores could be seen.
A real beauty blast.
The pop-ups immediately exploded.
[Crap, this face, can’t breathe, I’m dying like crazy.]
The actual fact is that this question is an adaptation of a question from last year’s international maths competition, but it’s even more difficult than that question.
[D*mn, even art students are so good at drawing and maths, they’re good at everything!
[Okay, okay, didn’t you see Teng Yun Meng whispering to her earlier? I think she just told her the steps to solve the problem, or she just did it deliberately for the show’s effect. You really expect an art student to be able to do the problems of an international maths competition?
[Sour, you’re just sour that she’s better looking than you and smarter than you.
The smile on Xiu Yan’s lips narrowed little by little, and her expression finally became serious.
She glanced down at her phone.
On the screen was the chatting interface of WeChat.
[Miss, this Ying Ziji you asked me to check is from Qingzhi High School, she is currently a senior, in cla*s 19, and is good friends with Miss Xiu Yu, they are very close.
[Because of her, Miss Xiu Yu doesn’t even hang out at nightclubs anymore, she goes to school every day.
She can write and draw, but she’s no match for you, Miss.
When she saw the word “Xiu Yu”, Xiu Yan’s eyes twitched and gradually went cold.
She looked at the girl sideways, and had a plan in mind.
After Xiu Yan deleted the chat, she sent a message to her manager.
[Brother Chen, help me tell my fans that I’m live tonight]
**
The live broadcast only lasted for two hours, mainly to get a head start on the promotion.
For the next month, cameramen would follow the filming and then send it to Total TV for editing.
It was only after the training was over that Teng Yun Meng squealed and hugged Ying Zidian: “Zidian, you’re too good, what did you think?”
“Didn’t think.” Ying Zidian pondered for a moment, “Just a casual glance, I guess.”
Teng Yun Meng: “……”
Feng Yue: “……”
They suddenly became aware of a major problem.
The student they aspired to bring along, Ying Zidian, was in fact the deep-rooted god of learning?
Teng Yun Meng looked at the girl’s back and murmured, “Feng Yue, we’ve got a big leg to stand on.”
Feng Yue pinched himself to death and let out a breath, “Luckily, it’s not a dream.”
**
Outside the large cla*sroom.
Teacher Meng hadn’t left yet.
When she saw the girl come out, she called out icily, “Ying Zidian.”
Ying Zidian’s footsteps paused for a moment, but didn’t stop.
“Don’t think that just because you made a question, you can be complacent.” Teacher Meng looked bored, she spoke coldly, “isc is a competition of knowledge in various fields, your results are so unstable, train more carefully in the future and don’t hold Teng Yun Meng and Feng Yue back.”
Only then did Ying Ziji turn her head.
Before she could say anything, on the other side, a clear voice came through.
“What did I hear?” The owner of the voice was none other than Zuo Li, who looked at Teacher Meng, “Teacher Meng, you seem to be very unhappy with student Ying Zigui.”
Teacher Meng’s expression changed and she was embarra*sed, “Professor Zuo Li.”
She didn’t expect that her words had been bumped into by Zuo Li.
“Let me just say this to you.” Zuo Li laughed sarcastically, “You can’t get a professorship offer from Imperial University, but fellow student Ying Zigui can, but she doesn’t care.”
“Who are you to be upset with her? You’re worthy too?”
Zuo Li, a purely scientific and straight man, had never disliked anyone.
But when he did, he could scold people into tears.
Teacher Meng was almost forty years old and couldn’t even bear to hear such words.
Her face turned slightly white: “Professor Zuo Li, what are you talking about laughing?”
A high school student, getting a letter of employment from a professor at the Imperial University?
No one would believe it if they said it out loud.
“I don’t tell jokes.” If you don’t believe me, come with me to my office, the letter of appointment is still in my drawer.
“No, no.” Teacher Meng took a few steps back and darted away.
“Virtuous.” Zuo Li grunted coldly before turning his head, his expression serious, “Ying, that hair growth shampoo of yours, the professor of our department is going to order it uniformly, look, can you give another discount?”
“……”
**
There was no training program in the evening, the students studied and rested.
Xiu Yan sat in the living room of her flat, opening her laptop and doing a live broadcast.
She came to the training, and not all for the isc international final, but to grow in popularity.
Other stars didn’t dare to set up a school bully persona, but she could, she had the capital.
“Right, let me also introduce my roommate to you all.” Xiu Yan took her computer, stood up and went to knock on Teng Yun Meng’s room door.
The door was quickly opened.
Inside, on the sofa, besides Teng Yun Meng, there was also Ying Ziyi.
Teng Yun Meng was very unwelcome to Xiu Yan, but she was sharp-eyed and saw that Xiu Yan was doing a live broadcast, so she could only suppress her anger: “What’s up, Xiu?”
“Thought of giving out some benefits to my fans.” Xiu Yan graciously walked in, “Ying Zigui is also here, so I don’t need to go to your side later.”
She then turned to the camera and said, “This is the very pretty roommate I told you about, look, isn’t she even better looking than me?”
The pop-ups in the live broadcast room were clear of compliments.
[No, no, Yan Bao is the best looking!
[No one is as good looking as Yan Bao.
Ying Ziyi didn’t even turn her head, she was watching the TV.
Xiu Yan was pointing the camera towards her, and this indifferent attitude of hers caused discontent among Xiu Yan’s fans.
[Is this vegetarian’s stance so big? Even Yan Bao is ignoring it, so impressive oh.]
“By the way, I heard that you’re an art student, and your calligraphy is also very good.” Xiu Yan smiled faintly, “It just so happens that I am also skilled in this area, let’s spar.”
Teng Yun Meng could barely hold back her breath as she suppressed it further.
But Xiu Yan’s fans were too ferocious, if she exploded like that, she might get hot water thrown at her when she walked down the road.
Ying Ziyang was still watching the eight o’clock dog and pony show, and sniffed back casually, “It’s sloppy.”
“How is it sloppy?” Xiu Yan shook her head, “You are an art student, your calligraphy must not be bad, I have brought a brush and Xuan paper for you to use.”
Ying Zigui tilted her head sideways and very slowly spoke the words that followed, “Sloppy, it’s better than you.”
Xiu Yan’s smile lurched.
The fans in the live broadcast room were even more furious.
[Yan Bao, you let her write, let’s see, what kind of writing she can actually produce.]
[Our Yan Bao is the disciple of the vice president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists’ a*sociation, what is Ying Ziji? Whose apprentice is she?
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[She’s better than Yan Bao, but I’m afraid she doesn’t know that Yan Bao has had several solo calligraphy exhibitions, right?
[Honestly, she’s good looking, but she’s too arrogant, Yan Bao, slap her face!
Although Xiu Yan had entered the entertainment industry, she was the eldest daughter of the Xiu family, so she was naturally proficient in everything from playing the piano to painting and calligraphy.
However, to have a calligraphy exhibition, Xiu Yan’s calligraphy skills were formidable.
In particular, a while ago, one of her large letters was even sent to an international calligraphy and painting exhibition for competition by the vice president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists a*sociation himself.
Fans also know what the Chinese Calligraphy Artists’ a*sociation stands for.
All the top calligraphy masters in China are in this a*sociation.
And these masters of calligraphy do not take on apprentices that easily.
It’s true that they have the Xiu family’s sake, but Xiu Yan is very powerful in his own right.
After watching a drama of jumping off a building and losing her memory, Ying finally gave up and put her eyes on Xiu Yan: “It’s more expensive for me to write a piece of calligraphy.”
Xiu Yan’s smile converged, “What does Ying mean?”
The conversation between the two was clearly recorded into the live stream.
The pop-up screen was all filled with question marks.
【??? Did she know that Yan Bao was the Miss Xiu family’s eldest daughter and was deliberately blackmailing her?
[What do you mean your words are more expensive, do you know that Yan Bao can sell a single word for 200,000? How much more expensive can you get?
[Yan Bao, promise her that if she loses, she’ll have to buy your words too!
Xiu Yan glanced at the live stream’s pop-ups, thought for a moment, and smiled: “Okay then, whoever wins, we have to buy each other’s words.”
Hearing this, Ying yawned and looked detached, “Come on then.”
Xiu Yan made a phone call and asked someone to help bring over all her pens, ink, paper and ink.
“Student Ying, this is a website put out by the Chinese Calligraphy Artists a*sociation.” Xiu Yan opened a web site, “After we upload the characters we each wrote, the website will evaluate the scores.”
“Generally speaking, a character that reaches 90 points will be able to sell for half a million.”
Saying that, Xiu Yan picked up the brush again, “Which one do you need, Ying? Wolf’s hair, or sheep’s hair?”
Ying Ziji took a glance at it and took one at random: “It doesn’t matter.”
Xiu Yan’s hand gave the brush a beat and smiled again, “Then it seems that Ying is very good.”
What was so impressive? Even a beginner in calligraphy knows that there are different types of brushes for different kinds of calligraphy and painting, so it doesn’t matter?
[You haven’t studied calligraphy at all, have you?
Xiu Yan laid the rice paper flat, dipped it into the ink and began to write.
She wrote in line script, and her words were all elegant.
As she wrote, Xiu Yan glanced at the girl and saw that she stopped writing after one word, so she shook her head slightly.
It was five minutes later that Xiu Yan stopped writing.
After she blew on the rice paper, she took out her mobile phone to take a picture.
Ying Ziji then wrote one word, and after she finished, her gaze attention returned to the TV.
Teng Yun Meng took out her phone sharply, “D**key, I’ll take a picture for you.”
“Now, I’ll upload both of our words to this website.” Xiu Yan clicked on screen sharing, making sure that everyone in the live stream could see it.
[Yan Bao quickly uploads and puts up the scores so that she can know who is better than who.]
“I’ll pa*s it on.” Xiu Yan smiled and calmed her fans, “Everyone, don’t rush.”
“Ziggy.” Teng Yun Meng lowered her voice, “It’s okay if you lose, after all, Xiu Yan is also considered half of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists a*sociation and is really good.”
Ying Zidian stretched slowly, “I’ll buy you dinner if I win.”
Teng Yun Meng: “???”
Because the two people’s words were pa*sed on in one piece, the rating also came out in one piece.
Xiu Yan specifically put up Ying Ziji’s score first.
She moved her mouse and clicked on the score column.
A big red “100” popped up, and the website played cheerful music to match.
[……]
The fans in the live stream were silent for a moment.
This “100” was clearly slapped in their faces.
“Student Ying’s calligraphy is really impressive.” Xiu Yan was still smiling, her expression didn’t change, “I’m not an art student, so I can’t compare.”
She clicked on her score again.
It came out as an “8”.
The cheerful music also immediately disappeared, replaced by a series of bleak erhu sounds.
Teng Yun Meng laughed out loud.
Ying Zidian pressed his head.
Sheng Qingtang was called an old boy, and it was not without reason.
Even the website could be like this.
Xiu Yan’s fingers twitched in disbelief.
If it wasn’t for the fact that she was still live, she would have pounced on it.
The number “8” was like a knife, stabbing her eyes brightly.
How could she get an 8 when she had scored 80 last time and she had practiced for so long that even her teacher had given her a rare praise?
Xiu Yan tucked her hair behind her ear, barely steadying her emotions and smiling carelessly, “The system made an error, I’ll re-pa*s it.”
As she said that, she pa*sed her own words on.
A dozen seconds later, the score came out, it was 85.
Xiu Yan let out a sigh of relief and smiled, “That’s the right score, I’ll upload Ying’s words again as well.”
She clicked upload.
The score also came out quickly, still 100.
Xiu Yan’s nails pinched her palm.
85 and 100 was not as bad as 8 and 100.
But before Xiu Yan’s breath was completely relieved, the next second, her score changed.
It went from 85, to 8 again.
Once again, the sound of a sad erhu rang out.
The pop-ups in the live stream were completely silent, and the fans could not utter a single word.
It was obvious that it wasn’t an error in the website system, but that Xiu Yan’s score was an “8”.
The last to break the silence were the pa*sers-by and some of Xiu Yan’s black fans.
I’ve also used this site, and its rating system is based on a scale, so if someone’s writing is good, everyone else’s score will drop accordingly.
[Crap hahahahaha, so this is divine Yan sister’s calligraphy is so good that it directly crushed Xiu Yan’s score into single digits? I can’t, I’m laughing my a*s off.]
I got it, I got it, they got 100 points because they only had 100 points.]
If they were serious about writing, you wouldn’t be able to compete with Xiu Yan, would you?
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you’re doing.
The fan’s face is so bad that he’s hitting people in the face? You’ve lost your own face now, haven’t you?
Even though the house manager kept deleting the pop-ups and banning them, he couldn’t control it.
This live broadcast for the fans had turned into a group mockery scene.
The fans were so ashamed that they forgot to speak up for Xiu Yan.
The computer was closed with a snap, and Xiu Yan’s tense expression finally shattered.
“Not more, I’ll take a million.” Ying Ziji leaned back on the sofa, very lazy, “The receipt code is sent to you, remember to call the money.”
Xiu Yan was leaving with an iron face.
Her hands were shaking as she left.
Only then did Teng Yun Meng drift back into a trance.
The face plus IQ leader of their group also seemed to be a little money maker.
**
When she returned to her bedroom, Xiu Yan was so angry that she smashed the ink stone.
Her chest rose and fell as she picked up her phone and dialed, “Hey, yeah, it’s me, we’ll be going out tomorrow, when we do, I’ll call her up and you can see how it goes.”
There was no telling what was said.
Xiu Yan tsked and laughed: “No background, or from Shanghai, who of us can’t make her disappear unnoticed in the imperial capital? Feng Hua, if you don’t want it, I’ll go and contact someone else, I’m sure your brothers will all be interested too.”
“No, no, no, Miss Xiu.” Hearing this, Feng Hua was anxious, “I want it, I want it, such a good commodity, it’s hard for Miss Xiu to consider me first.”
“Let’s say in advance, I’m only responsible for bringing people.” Xiu Yan blandly, “Other things, I won’t care.”
“Fine, you just bring the people here.” Feng Hua said, “I’ve done this kind of thing a lot, I won’t implicate you, Miss Xiu, besides, where would I dare?”
Although the Feng family was considered a famous family in the imperial capital, it was not enough to compare with the Xiu family.
Not to mention the fact that Xiu Yan was sending someone to him, or asking him for a favour, Feng Hua had to do it.
He took a sip of wine, clicked on the picture Xiu Yan had sent him, and proudly showed off to the gentry next to him, “Look, guys, isn’t this girl very good-looking?”
“Yo, Gongzi Feng, where did this come from?” One of the gentry next to him was surprised, “Which star?”
“No no, just an ordinary person.” Feng Hua waved his hand, “Miss Xiu said she gave me this girl, and when I get tired of playing with her, I’ll give her to you guys.”
“That’s a good feeling.” The male laughed, “I kinda want to try it, but I guess Duke Mu wouldn’t be part of something like that, would he?”
He turned his head, looked at Mu Shenzhou on the other side, and teased, “Our Duke Mu, is the one who will soon inherit the Mu family.”
Mu Shenzhou, however, looked at that photo with dead eyes and didn’t say anything.
Feng Hua noticed the change in Mu Shenzhou’s expression and woke up from his wine: “Duke Mu, know? Someone of yours?”
If it was someone Mu Shenzhou knew, he wouldn’t dare to touch it.
He could not afford to offend both the Xiu family and the Mu family.
He was greedy for sex, but he valued life even more.
Mu Shenzhou breathed slowly and faintly turned his head sideways, “I don’t know, you can play as you like.”