This Star Doesn't Work Overtime Chapter 386

  Chapter 386 384. So proud, this is Wang Cheng! Master class cursive! How can it be?

   Pairs of eyes were staring at the huge projection on the podium. Of course, many people who know calligraphy can understand the words written by Yi Hetaro in cursive calligraphy fonts at a glance.

  However, there are still many ordinary people who can't understand what Yihe Taro wrote!

  For example, both Zheng Wenzhong and his son couldn't understand it. Although they have a lot of cursive calligraphy works in their family collection, the two themselves have no in-depth research on cursive calligraphy, so they can only be regarded as collectors.

Yi Hetaro glanced at the auditorium, and saw that many people behind him were bewildered, with a flash of pride in their eyes, still staring at Wang Cheng, still smiling, and said: "Mr. Wang Cheng can understand what I wrote. Do you want me to recite it to you and everyone?"

  Zhang Yiheng hurriedly gave a compliment to the host Liu Yue who was standing behind, and Liu Yue immediately stepped forward and said, "Let me recite Mr. Yi Hetaro's poems for everyone!"

   As he spoke, Liu Yue began to read.

   "The flat boat will close the canopy when it rides Jiji, and it will ride the famous Qilifeng overnight. The sky is connected to the waves, and the voice of people is like the sound of sculls."

  "The stars twinkle like blowing out candles, and the lonely moon is slightly like a bow. Gradually at the end of the day, you sleep and suddenly feel sleepy, and you lie down and watch the sun rise in the east."

  Liu Yue read it in a cadence and catchy manner, and finally commented a little: "Mr. Yihe's poem is well written!"

  Many people in the audience nodded slightly after reading this poem!

Lin Nianxiang also commented: "For the island country's literary world, it is considered a masterpiece, and it is not inferior to the Mount Fuji in Nakamura just now. After all, it is only a small country, and there are not so many people who learn Chinese. There can be such a few Young heroes, it is not easy for the island country!"

  Lin Bing nodded: "It's a good poem."

  Yuji Nakamura, who was not far away, also said after reading it: "Yihe Taro actually hid such a good work. It's a pity to show it today. We still have several stations behind!"

  Jia Qian smiled and said, "It's okay, the first stop is the most important!"

Yi Hetaro on the stage saw that many people in the Chinese literary world in front of the stage nodded in approval, smiled complacently, then looked at Wang Cheng again, and said loudly again: "Mr. Wang Cheng, now I take out my The first work, how should you deal with it? Do you dare to come up and leave calligraphy, and compete with each other?"

   Many people looked at Wang Cheng!

  Including Lu Zhen, Jia Qian, Xue Zi and others are no exception.

  Xing Tongshu didn't speak anymore, and let Wang Cheng decide for himself. According to Xing Tongshu's idea, the other two came to the stage to write three works, and they all used calligraphy of the famous level, which is already enough bargaining chips.

  If they are facing Lu Zhen and others, they must respond at this time, otherwise they will appear stage fright, or it can be said that they are rude.

  Many other people in the Huaxia cultural circle also had the same idea as Xing Tongshu, and they all felt that Wang Cheng should give a positive response and write something on it.

But!

  Wang Cheng is obviously different from them.

  Of course, Wang Cheng still sat there calmly, and said in the same tone for thousands of years: "Three poems are not enough. With works like yours, four poems can barely make me sell, and now I am short of one poem!"

   Hiss!

  The scene instantly became quiet.

  Xing Tongshu, Lin Nianxiang, Lin Bing, Zhang Yiheng and others all looked sideways at Wang Cheng.

Not far away, the smiling expression on Lu Zhen's face also froze for a moment, and the serious expression on Jia Qian's face also froze for a moment. Nakamura Yuji gave Wang Cheng a hard look, and couldn't help cursing two words in a low voice— Baga.

  The self-righteous smile on the face of Yi Hetaro on the stage froze, and then slowly restrained himself.

   Obviously, none of them expected that Wang Cheng would pose so high.

  Because most of them saw Wang Cheng for the first time in reality, and they really didn't expect that someone could be so cold!

  Only Shen Shenghui, Qin Yuhai, Yu Jinghong, Zhang Huizhong, Wen Yixiao, Han Xiao, An Keru, Zhu Ziqi, Lin Mi and the others behind could understand Wang Cheng's actions at this time...

  Because, according to their understanding of Wang Cheng.

  Wang Cheng can respond to the provocations of these little days, which is not the same as the usual Wang Cheng.

  If it was the Wang Cheng they usually see, Wang Cheng will not pay any attention to what you say or provoke.

  Because Wang Cheng disdains it!

  Shen Shenghui said in a low voice: "Wang Cheng is still a young man after all, and he still has some blood in his heart! It's just that we can't use it well."

  Qin Yuhai nodded, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes, obviously thinking, but then he suddenly said: "If Wang Cheng writes calligraphy works here later, can we go and take them away?"

Forehead…?

  Shen Shenghui froze for a moment, then remembered that Wang Cheng had already agreed to write calligraphy here, so isn't this a chance to get Wang Cheng's calligraphy?

But…

Shen Shenghui glanced forward, seeing Zhang Yiheng, Sun Lianfang and others, he smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Qin, do you think we can take away any works here? Not to mention whether Wang Cheng himself is willing or not, even if Wang Cheng doesn't If you care about leaving the work here, Principal Zhang will swear to protect it, right?"

Qin Yuhai sighed. Of course he knew this truth, but he was still a little unwilling. He looked at Little Day Yi Hetaro on the podium, and said softly: "These three works of Little Day are indeed not bad. If you haven't read After reading Wang Cheng's Humble Room Inscription, The Walk of a Knight, and Xihu Chuqing, I might think that these three works are contemporary masterpieces. However, after reading Wang Cheng's works, I can only say that they are not bad."

  Shen Shenghui nodded: "Yes, compared with Wang Cheng's works, it is indeed not bad. However, these young people seem to really not believe Wang Cheng's ability, and think that Wang Cheng is produced by our packaging and marketing!"

  Qin Yuhai smiled: "Ignorance! If we had this ability, we would have unified the entire domestic entertainment circle long ago!"

   To be able to market a genius like Wang Cheng and get everyone to cooperate, in Qin Yuhai's view, even if Yang Ma and Radio and Television came forward together, it would be impossible.

  The smile on the face of Yi Hetaro on the stage disappeared, and he stared at Wang Cheng seriously: "Wang Chengjun, are you serious? Do you really think so? Only four of our works can let you make one shot?"

  Wang Cheng nodded lightly, did not speak, but looked at the other party calmly, and did not let Yi Hetaro look at each other.

Yi Hetaro looked at Wang Cheng for a few seconds, saw that Wang Cheng's eyes were still looking at him calmly, without giving in at all, he took a deep breath, and then said: "Okay! Then I will do as you wish! "

   After finishing speaking, Yihetaro waved his hand, put aside the work he had just written, picked up a brush, dipped it on the inkstone, and continued writing.

  Nakamura Yuji looked at Yihe Taro, and said to Lu Zhen: "Professor Lu, Wang Cheng looks down on us, right?"

  The smiling expression on Lu Zhen's face has disappeared, and she said softly: "Wait and see what he does on stage, no matter what he does, we will openly target him afterwards."

  Jia Qian: "That's right, we can rise to the level of an international attitude and put pressure on him and China's official media at the international level!"

   Xuezi's lips moved, but she didn't speak. She was also slightly dissatisfied with Wang Cheng's arrogant attitude.

  Lu Zhen looked at Yihe Taro on the podium, and showed a smile: "Nakamura, Yihe, you two performed well today. These few works, in today's Chinese literary world, few people can write them!"

  Yuji Nakamura showed a smug smile on his face, and looked at Yihetaro with a little dissatisfaction in his eyes, but he was helpless because he knew that Yihetaro's attainments and talents in the field of calligraphy were still higher than his.

  However, he looked at Xuezi again, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. Xuezi's talent in calligraphy was still higher than that of Yihetaro.

   It's just that they don't need Xuezi to come forward for the time being.

  Everyone looked at Yihe Taro on the podium.

  I saw that Yi Hetaro is still a master of calligraphy, and the cursive calligraphy font is extremely chic and elegant. It has risen half a step from the font that entered the room just now, and there is a trace of artistic conception in it. This is the way to become a master of calligraphy.

Lin Nianxiang, the number one cursive script in the South, flashed a trace of solemnity and envy in his eyes. He envied Lu Zhen for having such an apprentice who was so talented in cursive calligraphy. If he was better than his granddaughter Lin Bing, who had been carefully trained for twenty years Worse.

  The host Liu Yue on the podium took the initiative to help Yi Hetaro read this time.

  Yihetaro wrote a sentence, and she read a sentence, so as to offset the visual impact of Yihetaro's calligraphy and the overall work.

   "People rarely go to the mountains, and the cherry blossoms bloom alone."

   "The mountain cherry is exhausted, watch me come."

   "Come to see the cherry blossoms on the mountain, but you can't see the cherry blossoms."

   "The foot of the mountain and the top of the mountain, the spring glow is one!"

  After Yi Hetaro finished writing, Liu Yue also finished reading.

  Everyone in the audience could hear clearly.

   For this work, everyone's performance is relatively calm.

  Because most people don't actually have any preference for cherry blossoms.

  Compared with the previous three poems, this poem is also average, but it is also considered a good work.

  Lin Nianxiang just nodded: "Not bad!"

Lin Bing hummed, and then didn't care too much. He turned his head and looked at Wang Cheng who was not far away, his eyes were full of anticipation, and he couldn't help playing back the clear picture of Wang Cheng's writing about knights on the Central Plains Satellite TV program in his mind. Thinking about it now, she was still excited, her face flushed slightly.

  In her dreams, she wanted to see Wang Cheng write calligraphy on the spot, but she didn't expect it to come true so soon.

  Everyone else has almost the same idea. They don't pay much attention to what Yi Hetaro wrote. At this time, they all look at Wang Cheng, looking forward to Wang Cheng's appearance.

  Lin Nianxiang, Mr. Han, including Lu Zhen and Jia Qian are the same.

Yi Hetaro on the stage also looked at Wang Cheng after finishing writing, and said loudly: "Wang Cheng, should you come up now? This work of mine is what I thought when I was watching the cherry blossoms last year, although it is not my favorite song. work, but it is definitely enough.”

  With all eyes on...

  Wang Cheng did not answer Yi Hetaro immediately, nor did he stand up immediately, but calmly picked up his thermos cup, opened the cup and took a sip of water, and then stood up.

  Yi Hetaro on the stage, and Lu Zhen, Jia Qian, Nakamura Yuji and others in the audience all had a look of embarrassment on their faces, feeling that this was Wang Cheng deliberately humiliating them!

  Lin Mi, Wen Yixiao, Zhu Ziqi, Han Xiao, An Keru and others all blushed with excitement. From their point of view, this was Wang Cheng's routine operation.

  Wen Yixiao said excitedly: "I don't know what Wang Cheng will write down?"

Yu Jinghong, who was sitting next to her, didn't take her eyes off Wang Cheng's figure. Seeing Wang Cheng stand up and walk to the podium step by step without saying a word, she said with a hint of excitement in her voice: "With his talent, he will definitely write down the words that will let us A masterpiece handed down that everyone remembers! If there is another work like "Xia Ke Xing" and "Humble Room Ming", then Wang Cheng's position in the literary world will be completely established, and no one can ignore and shake it!"

  Wen Yixiao said expectantly: "I hope so!"

They knew that many bigwigs from various literary circles from east, west, north and south came here today. If Wang Cheng can perform astonishingly today, he will definitely be recognized by these bigwigs, and Wang Cheng's status in the entire Chinese literary circle will naturally be considered. It was admitted.

  Xing Tongshu, Zhang Yiheng, Lin Nianxiang and other people in the literary circles in the front row all looked closely at Wang Cheng!

   Lu Zhen, Jia Qian and others also stared at Wang Cheng.

  Lu Zhen murmured in a low voice: "This son's demeanor is really extraordinary."

  Yuji Nakamura looked at Wang Cheng and was speechless for a moment.

  Because, Wang Cheng's posture of walking up to the stage step by step was like a mountain, and his temperament was as calm as a mountain, so that Yuji Nakamura could only look up.

And Yi Hetaro on the stage felt even more deeply. He couldn't say a word to Wang Cheng at the moment when he faced Wang Cheng with the words he thought of just now. One word came out: "Please!"

  Liu Yue hurried forward to help Wang Cheng spread out the white paper, and then quickly ground the inkstone to smudge the dry ink inside.

Wang Cheng hummed lightly, glanced at the thousands of people present, and without any hesitation or delay, he picked up the brush directly, dipped it on the inkstone, and flicked his wrist, the brush fell directly on the white man in front of him. On the paper, the whole person is as motionless as a mountain, only the wrist turns, the brush spills ink, and the arm moves slightly!

   Cursive fonts appeared on the white paper one by one!

  Yi Hetaro, who has practiced cursive calligraphy for many years, suddenly shook his body!

  Many calligraphers in the front row stood up instantly, without looking at the projection behind them, they stretched their necks to look at Wang Cheng himself, wanting to carefully watch every movement of Wang Cheng writing calligraphy.

   Then, everyone in the first few rows stood up.

Lin Nianxiang's eyes widened, and he watched every movement of Wang Cheng without blinking, watching the appearance of each cursive calligraphy character in Wang Cheng's pen, clenched his fists excitedly, and Lin Bing next to him was similar. , watching Wang Cheng's every movement with all his attention.

  The same goes for Mr. Han, Xing Tongshu, Zhang Yiheng and others!

  Lu Zhen, Jia Qian, Nakamura Yuji, Xuezi and others also stood up and stared at Wang Cheng, wanting to make sure that Wang Cheng wrote it himself.

  Looking at the calligraphy characters written by Wang Cheng with their own eyes, Lu Zhen, Jia Qian and the others fell silent, their bodies stiffened.

   Haven't read the content yet.

  It's just these few words written by Wang Cheng...

  Lu Zhen, Jia Qian, Nakamura Yuji and others knew that they lost.

  However, their eyes were still full of disbelief and doubt.

  Why can Wang Cheng write such stunning cursive calligraphy?

   And when they watched Wang Cheng write each calligraphy font, after understanding what Wang Cheng wrote...

   Lu Zhen and Jia Qian's bodies shook again, temporarily put down Wang Cheng's master cursive calligraphy, and read it again from the beginning with wide-eyed eyes, confirming the content again!

"How can it be?"

   Jia Qian murmured in a low voice.

   Xuezi's eyes were full of surprises: "What a poem!"

  (end of this chapter)

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