The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91: 089 Sheng Qingtang: Are you saying this handwriting is from Wei Hou? [2nd update]

Someone soon brought up the Four Treasures of the Study, and a table was set up on the stage in front of the guest seats.

Lin Xi looked at the girl with displeasure, “Since you’ve said so, I’ll give you a chance. Come up and write.”

Xiu Yu immediately became angry.

“It’s okay.” Ying Zijin’s hand rested on her shoulder, signaling her not to move.

She then stood up and walked up to the stage.

Seeing this, the students below started to get restless.

They stood up one after another, wishing they could go up to the stage to watch, excited and with the words “starting trouble” practically written on their foreheads.

Jiang Ran calmed the somewhat turbulent Inner Strength within him, suppressing his restlessness, “Her hand hurts so much when she hits people, how can she write any characters?”

Shouldn’t the hand used for writing be taken good care of?

“I haven’t seen it before, but Daddy Ying can definitely do anything.”

“…”

Jiang Ran felt he couldn’t refute this.

Because he had been in a state of seclusion all this time.

He could only be patient and look towards the stage.

On the other side, Zhong Zhiwan knitted her brow in confusion.

She couldn’t understand why Ying Zijin would dare to go up after admitting to cheating.

She and Lin Xi were from the same sect, so she naturally knew about Lin Xi’s temperament.

Lin Xi was usually gentle with people, but he was very strict with academic matters, and even she had been reprimanded several times.

Ying Zijin was now clashing with Lin Xi, and after this, she shouldn’t even think about entering the art world ever again.

Since the wealthy family was connected to the art world, after this incident, would Old Master Zhong still dote on a foster daughter who had offended the art world?

Ying Zijin glanced at the Inkstone and found that the ink had also been prepared for her, which saved her some trouble.

She lifted her chin and pointed at the scroll, “How much is this worth?”

Lin Xi repressed his anger, “At least five million, write your characters.”

Ying Zijin nodded, “Hmm, you remember that.”

She lowered her head and picked a Wolf Brush from the brush holder.

The audience before the live broadcast was perplexed.

[What does she mean? Why does she want Lin Xi to remember?]

[I don’t understand, but she really is daring. For that courage alone, she deserves applause.]

[What courage? She must be resigned to her fate. If she can’t produce any big characters later, that’s really going to be embarrassing.]

Lin Xi watched with a cold eye.

Behind him, the principal looked at the head of the art department, “When was the expulsion discussed? How come I, as the principal, didn’t know about it?”

“How could we trouble the principal with such a trivial matter?” the head of the art department smiled, “Cheating, and even cheating in front of Master Wei Hou, how could she not be expelled?”

The principal frowned, “There must be more to this.”

“Isn’t she writing right now?” the head of the art department said indifferently, “The principal will see soon enough. She’s originally from a county town, what else could she…”

The voice suddenly stopped.

The barrage in the live broadcast also suddenly ceased.

Because at that moment, everyone focused on the stage saw the girl lift her left hand and take up another Wolf Brush.

She used a Paperweight to hold down the Xuan Paper, stepped back as if observing something, and then bent down.

The next second, both brushes moved at once.

[…]

[Holy crap, ambidextrous? Has she lost her mind? Lin Xi can’t even do it, and how old is she this year?]

[She’s just seeking attention! Art is insulted by such people!]

[Cameraman, don’t just film her, film her characters, hurry, let us see how bad her writing is.]

[Everyone, don’t be impatient, wait until she finishes writing, then we’ll know what it’s like.]

Zhong Zhiwan shook her head again, even more disappointed.

The left hand is connected to the right brain, and the right hand is connected to the left brain.

Writing with both hands simultaneously and doing it well is exceedingly difficult.

The brain’s nerves are limited after all; without training, it’s impossible to accomplish.

All the masters of the art world in the VIP seats were also shocked, but they were too far away to see what the girl had written.

In just five or six seconds, Ying Zijin put down the brushes.

“Finished?” Lin Xi didn’t know what to say, his words filled with anger tinged with sarcasm, “You should never rush when writing characters. With such haste, what could you have written?”

Having said that, he stepped forward and picked up the Xuan Paper.

But looking down, his expression instantly stiffened.

The camera followed Lin Xi closely, clearly enlarging his facial expressions, even capturing every trembling muscle.

[Lin Xi seems very shocked, what did he see?]

[Could it be that ugly?]

[I’m so curious, let us see what she wrote.]

Lin Xi stared at the characters on the Xuan Paper, his pupils contracting violently, fingers trembling, in utter disbelief.