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Admit defeat?

Everyone was shocked! They could not believe that Tang Bohu had actually said those two words, and looked at each other, and then, they saw disbelief in each other's eyes. Was this the legendary "tiger's head, snake's tail"? Just a moment ago, Tang Bohu's aura was still oppressing, but now it seemed as if a balloon had exploded.

"Tang Feng, are you crazy? How can you admit defeat? " At the same time, his heart was filled with endless suspicions. From her understanding of Tang Bohu, he did not seem to be someone who casually admitted defeat. However …

On the contrary, Yang Tianyu's state of mind was much more stable at the critical moment, but, he could not help but reveal a look of confusion in his eyes, looking at Tang Bohu, he too was puzzled.

"Pear Blossom, don't worry, calm down. Aren't there still two more matches?" Tang Bohu's answer shocked everyone. Are you that confident that you can win the last two rounds? At this time, Yang Yuexin almost thought that Tang Bohu had fallen asleep in a daze. Or perhaps, it was time to call Tang Bohu "Calm Brother"!

"Tang Feng, I don't care what reason you have, but in the second round, the one who wins will definitely be me!"

Yu Yang looked at Tang Bohu with a complicated expression. Tang Bohu admitting defeat in his first match had made him extremely unhappy.

Yu Yang thought about how he had wholeheartedly copied the [Ordering Orders of the Ordering Orders] just now and he had already planned to admit defeat. It was as if he was playing with a monkey as he anxiously copied everything down to his heart's content.

Yu Yang felt even more indignant in his heart, "Hmph, since that's the case, then there's no need to continue with the third round!" Yu Yang had already made up his mind instantly.

At this time, the referee walked out, and the three referees simultaneously ignored the blank white piece of paper, as their gazes focused on Yu Yang's work. Although Yu Yang had also stopped just now, he had completed a large portion of the work, so there was still a need to admire him!

Moments later, the three judges could not help but nod their heads, their eyes revealing their praises. "That's right!" It truly lives up to the name of Yu Yang! " One of the judges sighed, he was obviously extremely satisfied with Yu Yang's work!

Due to the rules, one of the judges still announced loudly, "First round, Yu Yang wins!"

The three referees immediately returned to their seats. At this time, the gazes they used to look at Tang Bohu with were already slightly unfriendly, but seeing Tang Bohu's attitude, the three referees did not have any good impressions of him. To admit defeat without even touching the brush, what was this?

"The second round, calligraphy creation. Also, the duration of the competition is half an hour. Begin!" A referee shouted loudly and sat down.

"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"

Almost at the same time, many gazes turned towards Tang Bohu. Everyone was wondering, this time, what kind of tricks would this tiger-headed cleaner use? Even Yu Yang was not in a hurry to admit defeat. He glanced at Tang Bohu as if he was waiting for him to admit defeat.

"You scoundrel, don't disappoint me!" Other than Yang Yuexin, no one else would mutter.

"Hehe," Tang Bohu scratched his head, "Why is everyone looking at me like that, I feel a little embarrassed!" Tang Bohu laughed and then looked at Yu Yang: "What? Aren't we going to start? Are you waiting for me to admit defeat? " Tang Bohu smiled slyly.

Yu Yang did not directly answer him, but his gaze already revealed the intentions of saying that there was nothing to be done.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you!" Tang Bohu smiled faintly, and placed the palm-sized fan gently on his ear. He took a step forward, and his right hand gently slid across the paper on the table, with a confident look on his face, "Not bad, good paper! "Good paper naturally has good words."

Tang Bohu waved his wrist and reached towards the pen holder. He immediately picked up a thumb sized brush, his movements extremely fast, the tip of the brush suddenly dropping towards the ink stone, causing a few drops of black ink to splash out.

These series of actions were as smooth as flowing water. In a single breath, it was completed smoothly. It was even more relaxed, causing everyone's eyes to suddenly light up!

He truly had some ability!

Yu Yang sighed in his heart, and did not start writing again, this time, it was his turn to enjoy Tang Bohu's calligraphy! And Tang Bohu, of course, did not disappoint him.

Tang Bohu was holding onto a brush, the tip of it gently dripping a drop of ink. His face was focused, and after a moment he smiled, and the tip of his left hand slowly moved under the wrist of his right hand, quickly reaching the top right side of the white paper.

Suddenly, Tang Bohu started to recite an ancient poem.

"Ten years of life and death is unforgettable. A thousand miles of lonely grave, without a place to speak of desolation. Even though they did not know each other, their faces were covered with dust and their hair was like frost. "

As the sound of the brush faded, it followed the sound of the brush. Tang Bohu's actions were completed in one go and his mouth did not stop moving. Su Shi's "Jiang Cheng Zi's Ten Years of Jiang Cheng's Life and Death: Two Fences" slowly came out from Tang Bohu's mouth.

"Evening's Dream suddenly returns to the village, Xiao Xuan is currently dressing himself at his window. They looked at each other in silence, but only their tears flowed. It is to be expected that the place where the intestines are broken every year, the night where the moon shines and the pine tree is short. "

The sound stopped, the brush stopped!

Tang Bohu's speed was extremely fast, the entire process only took his the time to recite a poem, and he finished creating the work!

"Complete crafting!"

Before Tang Bohu could even fully grasp the brush in his hand, it had once again been placed on the holder of the brush!

Tang Bohu laughed, and casually picked up a cup of tea, gently tasting it, and even made an OK gesture towards Yang Yuexin. This was a gesture he made after learning for a long time on television, he finally had the chance to send it up!

"It's over!" Yang Yuexin's state of mind was completely different from Tang Bohu's. At this moment, Yang Yuexin's entire body was covered with countless of black lines! There was only one word in her head,

"He lost!"

From Yang Yuexin's point of view, the speed at which Tang Bohu was writing at just now was as good as writing with a brush. If he could write a calligraphy piece like that, Yang Yuexin would not believe it even if she was beaten to death!

Chinese calligraphy, many people use it as a habit of cultivation, the reason is that the process of creation of calligraphy is usually a process of cultivation of the mind, requiring one to slowly understand the subtle artistic conception within, one stroke after another, with a rank in each stroke, is a process that requires a deep feeling.

And now, Tang Bohu had completed it in a moment! Although his actions were carefree and unrestrained, no one thought well of him. The guy named Dan Qing was already extremely dejected and lost! Even though Yu Yang had not made his move, everyone seemed to have seen the result.

"How is it? "I am a fast runner!" Tang Bohu smiled at Yu Yang, as if he did not notice the crowd's emotions, and even mentioned the word "Speed Flow".

Calligraphy creation is divided into speed flow and speed flow, right? At this moment, Yang Yuexin's face was ashen, and her heart was filled with regret. She had truly lost her mind this time.

To think that he trusted him so much, to think that he would lie to me? Thousands of thoughts passed through Yang Yuexin's mind. Not a single one of them didn't want to strangle Tang Bohu to death, and once again, strangle him alive!

However, no one noticed that beside Tang Bohu, the only person who had seen Tang Bohu's work, Yu Yang's eyes were filled with shock, shock! I can't believe it! His eyes were unmoving, staring straight at Tang Bohu's work, his heart was in turmoil!

A moment later, the muscles on his face twitched, as if it was difficult for him to speak. The expression in his eyes struggled a few times, but in the end, he still said in a slow voice, "I have lost this match."