Chapter 870

The minutes and seconds went by, and half an hour had passed in the twinkling of an eye.

Li Zaixian has always maintained a leading position, and now he has translated to the sixth book.

Wang Yong's fifth book has just been opened and has not started yet.

Li Zaixian's forehead was sweating and his eyes were shining with excitement.

He hasn't been in such a state for a long time. If he writes with spirit, he can immediately see the interpretation in his mind by looking at the ancient books. This kind of state is called "into God" by ancient scholars. Thinking into the supernatural power is the same as getting the blessing of gods.

Li Zaixian doesn't believe it. In this state, Wang Yong can still win him!

Absolutely impossible!

"Miss Wang, Li Zaixian's sixth book will be finished!"

Finally, Anyi couldn't help it, and gave a voice to remind him.

Wang Yong seemed to notice that Li was ahead of him. Alas, he said, "how can this old guy lead so much? It seems that I have to work hard! "

Finish saying, brush heavily dipped in ink, but relapsed, or a stroke of transcription.

"Mr. Wang..." this can make Anyi angry.

Feeling you this anxious just mouth anxious ah, hand even a little anxious action can't see!

The audience in the studio is also depressed.

"Mr. Wang didn't really break the jar, did he? How do you feel like giving up? "

"I don't think so. After all, Mr. Wang has never suffered a loss along the way. Even he won't let go of Chinese people. Will he let go of a stick? "

"What if Mr. Wang really can't match this stick? Don't say it's impossible. I think it's very possible. Alas, it's hard for me to think about the face of Bangzi netizens at the end of the game. "

"Well? Mr. Wang seems to have... Speeded up? "

"No, I've been watching. It hasn't changed."

"I don't know. It's just a kind of feeling. I feel that Mr. Wang doesn't have the lazy breath just now and starts to be serious."

The audience in the live broadcast room watched Wang Yong's every move suspiciously, but they couldn't figure out what state Wang Yong was in.

Brush!

While the audience were chatting in the live broadcast room, Wang Yong didn't know when he had finished reading the fifth book, and his finger had already touched the sixth book.

On the other hand, Li Zaixian's sixth book is close to the end, and the leading position is still maintained.

"Almost."

Wang Yong muttered.

Suddenly, he touched the palm of his hand on the sixth book, and the sixth book appeared in front of Wang Yong like a magic trick. Even the title page opened itself, revealing the text of the first page directly.

"Wocao, Mr. Wang is very handsome!" The Chinese audience praised.

And the more handsome is still behind.

Wang Yong started to write blindly!

Wang Yong's eyes were still fixed on the sixth ancient book. Holding a pen in his right hand, he fell on the manuscript paper and did not look at it at all.

After writing a line, people thought that Wang Yong had to take a look at it, but they didn't expect that Wang Yong didn't even look at it!

As soon as the pen is turned, it's like having a third eye installed. The first word of the first line falls steadily below the first line of words.

"Cow, my teacher Wang!"

"I TM know, Mr. Wang was deliberately slow just now, just for this moment to be able to pretend to compare!"

"It's hopeless. Mr. Wang is suffering from a disease that will die if he doesn't pretend to be better. Good sympathy -- Mr. Wang's objects. "

The audience in the studio were in a good group.

All the worries just now have been forgotten and replaced by all kinds of happy banter.

"Well?" Li Zaixian also noticed Wang Yong's acceleration. As soon as his expression changed and he gritted his teeth, he simply made the last trace of strength come out faster.

However, he was too old and had been writing at high speed for too long. Suddenly, he started to work hard and only kept it for less than a minute. As soon as he pulled his wrist, he almost threw the brush on the ground.

But the wrist spasm.

"If you can't, don't force it. After all, it's not easy to live to this age. " Wang Yong's eyes are fixed on the ancient books, and his right hand is written. Unexpectedly, Yu Li cares about Li Zai first.

Li Zaixian's eyes were congested by Wang Yong's stimulation. He could not resist cramps. He felt the brush and wrote again.

Wang Yong showed a smile at the corner of his mouth. With a flick of his left hand, he saw the sixth book automatically closed and piled on the pile of books he had read.

In the sixth book, Wang Yong started half late and finished ahead!

"How can it be!" All the onlookers in South Korea were shocked.

"Cheating, he is absolutely cheating!"

"If I haven't finished, I'm sure I've missed a few places on purpose. When the judges check, they must check them carefully!"

The South Koreans immediately thought of the reason and criticized Wang Yong.

And Wang Yongli ignored, just a provocative look at Li first, sneered: "Li teacher a little slow ah."

There's no need to translate this. Li can understand it himself.

With anger in his eyes, he wanted to refute Wang Yong. But the thought of refutation will waste time, immediately shut up and put energy into the interpretation.

Finally, Li Zaixian finished his sixth book.

"Fortunately, it's not falling down!" Li first took a long breath and thought.

But when he glanced at Wang Yong, he was shocked to find that Wang Yong's seventh book had already written a full page!

"How can it be? Hell, it must be Li Zaixian was frightened.

How can human hand speed be so fast! It's as fast as a typewriter!

Li Zaixian didn't know that Wang Yong, who had practiced blind writing since he was a child, really set a record beyond keyboard input. Although it's only a few minutes, it doesn't matter.

At that time, Wang Yong had not practiced martial arts and his constitution was not so good. Nowadays, Wang Yong's speed will only become faster and his endurance will be stronger.

"Ha ha ha, Mr. Wang, the South Koreans are flustered!"

"No one will accept it. Please obey Mr. Wang! It's too steady! "

The Chinese audience is happy.

The South Korean audience was disillusioned.

In the face of Wang Yong, is Li Zaixian OK?

No one knows.

"Miss Li, don't give up! You are our patron saint, you can do anything! We believe you

"God, if I can sacrifice, I'm willing to dedicate my energy to Mr. Li, just for he won't lose!"

"Miss Li, I'm going to name my little son first, just because of you, because your greatness is incomparable!"

"Miss Li, you are the Lighthouse of South Korea. You have stood for South Korea for decades. Do you want to fall at this last moment? You are down. What shall we do? Miss Li, fighting! You can do it

The South Koreans present, with tears in their eyes, spoke with encouragement.

The eyes of all the South Koreans are focused on Li Zaixian for a long time.

Li Zaixian's chest suddenly surged with blood and said in a loud voice: "if you exist, I will not give up! Great South Korea, never give up

"Great South Korea, never give up!"

"Great South Korea, never give up!"

For a moment, the sound of the scene rang out and rolled in the sky above the Academy like thunder and drums.

Li Zaixian, who obviously showed his fatigue, was full of energy and devoted himself to writing.

Feeling the shocking atmosphere at the scene, Zhao Li and Anyi look at each other and see the worry in each other's eyes.

This is the home advantage! Can Wang Yong withstand the pressure of the South Korean's home court momentum?

Once affected, it's all over!

"Teacher Wang, come on!" Anyi quietly clenched his fist and murmured.

She knew that her voice could not be compared with that of the South Koreans in the whole yard, but so what?

Even if you are alone, even if you are in the enemy camp, the Chinese people are not afraid!

"Come on Zhao Li made the same sound.

"Come on, uncle." Even xiaosihan said.

"Come on

Far away in the horizon of the Chinese TV audience, live Internet users, all at the moment with one voice to say such a sentence.

As if feeling the power from his remote hometown, Wang Yong's eyes became solemn.

A cold hum came from his mouth: "I've had enough! It's time to end! "

The next second, Wang Yong's wrist shakes like a vibrating fan.

Already fast to the limit of writing speed, even to improve again!

At the same time, the pages of ancient books are also blowing like the wind.

Book seven, done!

Book eight, done!

Book nine, done!

Book 10--

Done!

When Wang Yong finished his last word, the brush in his hand suddenly split in two.

Wang Yong closed the page of the tenth book, got up slowly and looked at Li Zaixian.

"Miss Li, I'm finished. How about you?"

His voice was cold and pointed to the heart of the people, which awakened Li Zaixian.

"It's over? No way Li Zaixian exclaimed.

"Ten books, no more than one, no less than one. Why don't you check it yourself? Don't worry, the inspection time is not time for you. "

Li Zaixian's face flashed a look of hesitation, and then stood up: "OK, I'll check it myself!"

With that, he went to Wang Yong's desk, turned over Wang Yong's manuscripts and began to check them one by one.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour

When the last piece of paper in Li Zaixian's hand was put down, Li Zaixian's face was pale.

No omission, no error, all correct! And the font neat, not a word!

How on earth did he do it? It's impossible! A touch of despair flashed through Li Zaixian's heart.

Wang Yong glanced at Li Zai first and said: "in fact, I let you go on purpose. Otherwise, the first 30 minutes will be over! "

"What?" Li Zaixian faltered and stepped back a few steps. He managed to hold on to his own book case before he stood firm.

Just stand firm, but feel throat a sweet, a mouthful of blood gushing up, spray on the book case.

"Teacher!" Li Zaixian, several students cried in horror.

"I'm fine." Li Zaixian wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and said. Between the eyebrows and eyes are all lost“ This time on learning, I... Lost. "

The sound fell, and the whole hospital was shocked.

The air with stagnated general, speechless silence. All the South Koreans are pale and hopeless, as if they had been drained of their vitality, and can no longer see any vitality.

In particular, a group of South Korean scholars, with their mouths wide open, were fixed on the spot like puppets and dolls.

The patron saint of South Korea, the cultural lighthouse, has fallen down?!