Moreover, there is a camera in front of each desk, which can transmit the captured images to the projection behind at any time, so that everyone in the audience can see clearly.

The host Liu Yue has completely become a passerby, no one pays attention to her, and she is self-aware. At this time, she stands silently watching the show, looking curiously at Yuji Nakamura, and then at Wang Cheng. She just feels that today is

It was the right time, the excitement was beyond her expectation.

As soon as Yuji Nakamura came on stage and came to the desk, staff backstage connected the camera and transmitted the signal to the projection, and the picture was simultaneously transmitted to the wall behind the podium.

I saw Yuji Nakamura standing in front of the desk, with obvious anger and murderous intent on his whole body. He directly picked up the brush and dipped it on the inkstone, then put the brush on the white paper and started writing.

The movements are extremely standard and smooth. The brush falls on the paper, and the movement of waving the brush is also extremely powerful. The brush writes down cursive fonts one after another quickly.

Everyone in the audience stared at the big screen and their eyes lit up slightly when they saw the cursive fonts written by Yuji Nakamura.

Xing Tongshu murmured in a low voice: "No wonder he is so rampant. He is indeed quite capable. This kind of handwriting is really not easy among young people. It's just a little short of being considered as someone who has entered the palace."

Xing Tongshu has also been practicing calligraphy for many years, and he especially likes running script. He is only one step away from being a master of running script. However, this step has troubled him for more than ten or twenty years, so he has always been called a calligrapher, but there is no way to be called a calligrapher.

Zuo is a master of calligraphy, and the difference between them is incomparable.

Therefore, Tongshu Xing also knew deeply that Yuji Nakamura's calligraphy attainments were very good among the younger generation, at least no worse than Han Xiao.

Zhang Yiheng's eyes flickered and he said calmly: "If they dare to target Wang Cheng so directly and be so rampant in front of so many of us, they must be well prepared. Look at what he wrote..."

Not far away, Lin Nianxiang and Lin Bing's eyes also lit up slightly.

Lin Bing whispered: "This Nakamura Yuuji's calligraphy is pretty good!"

Lin Nianxiang also nodded: "Well, in recent years, the cultural field of island countries is similar to that of Bang countries. They have been silently researching and learning traditional culture, trying to restore their cultural confidence. However, Chinese culture cannot be included in their traditional culture.

They are divided, so there are many geniuses among their younger generation who have profound knowledge of Chinese culture, and this Nakamura should be one of them!"

Lin Nianxiang has been committed to education over the years, so he has a good understanding of the education situation in the island country and knows their ambitions.

Lin Bing shook his head and said: "He is indeed a genius, but with Wang Cheng here today, no one dares to call him a genius. His handwriting is indeed good, but in front of Wang Cheng's calligraphy, it is not worth mentioning!"

Lin Nianxiang also smiled slightly: "That's natural!"

but……

next moment!

When Lin Nianxiang and Lin Bing saw what Nakamura Yuji wrote, their expressions changed slightly, and their smiles disappeared.

Except for a group of people from the island country, everyone at the scene fell silent after reading the poem written by Yuji Nakamura. Their eyes looked at the written Chinese characters one by one with a trace of anger.

Even Wang Cheng's expression turned grimmer.

Xing Tongshu even whispered: "Is this kid looking for death?"
Chapter completed!