Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

  No matter how good a person is, no matter how genius he is, there must be things that he is not good at.

  Qin Wanrou has been studying Guzheng for three years with painstaking efforts. She does not believe that Qin Qing can have the energy to take care of other things.

  Calligraphy is so good that it is comparable to Beidou in the literary world? Hmph, those must be touted by others.

  After thinking about this, Qin Wanrou felt relieved and walked to the stage with a smile on her face. As she passed Qin Qing, she whispered: "Sister, you shouldn't be here today."

   is here, and it will only be humiliating.

At that time, hearing this overtone, Qin Qing stopped for a while, Jiaohao sketched an extremely cold smile on her side, and replied softly: "This is the second time, Qin Wanrou, you send someone to I add a block and have already crossed my bottom line."

  Hearing this, Qin Wanrou was startled, and subconsciously blurted back, "How do you know..."

  At this point, it is too late to stop talking.

The first time she was in a bar can be regarded as a misstep, but in the afternoon at school, she was transferred to duty for no reason, and then she was besieged to go home late. The dinner party was still an hour and a half, but the team left. With so many coincidences, If she still can't guess that Qin Wanrou is playing tricks, then she is really wasting the chance of rebirth.

  Qin Qing raised her eyes and glanced at her, and shook her head in disappointment, "You can't beat me in a hundred years."

Not everyone has something like IQ.

  "You..." Blushing with the straightforward sarcasm, Qin Wanrou gritted her teeth with the anger, "Your aggressive technique is useless to me, and I will let you, a genius, appear in its original shape later."

  After finishing speaking, she straightened her back and walked straight to her position, concentrating on grinding.

  Qin Qing faintly retracted her gaze, and also stood on the other side, without interfering with each other.

  The two write a poem at the same time, using the font they are best at, and all the people present will judge it together.

  However, before the stage started, the audience was already noisy.

   "Looking at the second lady of the Qin family, I think she has two brushes. I heard that Qin Jin also brought her to the company, planning to use her characters to develop new fonts. Qin Qing does not have this treatment yet."

   "If you win tonight, then Qin's font development will probably belong to Miss Er."

  ……

Listening to the intermittent discussions, Qin Qing finally understood Qin Jin’s good calculations in her heart. She glided across the paper with a cool gaze. She gently raised the corners of her mouth, lifted the pen to touch the ink, and the pen was swift as wind, turning her wrists. White paper and black characters quickly spread into the paper, and his body is windy, with a few strands of broken hair falling to his ears between his head down, adding a bit of casual elegance of a literati saucy.

  The Qin family wants to use her as a stepping stone, so it depends on whether they have this ability.

Papa...The brush was put in the brush wash, just a few minutes before and after, when everyone was at the astonishment stage when the girl was writing in one go, they saw her pick up the cinnabar on the side of her tail finger, and then smeared it on the paper. .

   "I'm done." When everyone was puzzled, Qin Wanrou on the other side stopped her hands and announced the composition of her work calmly.

  Qin Jin stepped forward and hung up the rice paper for her. He kept admiring and admiring him, “Okay, the pen is skillful and graceful, the font is gentle and smooth, quite a bit like your mother’s life.”

  Qin Jin’s wife is also the daughter of a big family. This commendation is also to raise Qin Wanrou’s position in disguise.

  "Thank you Dad, I am still a novice, and I can't compare to my sister." Qin Wanrou pretended to look curiously at the other side, "I don't know what my sister is doing?"

Hearing this, Qin Jin also noticed Qin Qing's smearing action, frowned, and said disgustedly: "The calligraphy is exquisite and the calligraphy is the brush writing, but I just want to use some opportunistic methods, it is useless. Qin Qing, listen. Reached?"

  Qin Jin walked over aggressively, reaching out to pull the rice paper.

   But as soon as his hand reached mid-air, Yu Guang suddenly caught a glimpse of the scene on the paper, and he was immediately stunned.

"Dad, what's the matter? Is it my sister that hasn't finished writing?" Not far away, Qin Wanrou could not bear to win a harder, so she urged: "The time is up, sister, can't write anymore. ."

  She thought to be mischievous with a hint of pride in her tone, as if she had a chance to win.

  "Okay." Qin Qing, who stopped at the time, wiped his fingers with a tissue. Seeing that the man in front of him was still silly and not moving, he reminded him coldly: "Father, the guests are waiting."

   "Ah, oh... good, good." Qin Jin responded with a gaffe, his eyes fell on the rice paper, and the impatient mood just now suddenly became extremely heavy.

  If he can, he really hopes not to be on stage.

  But with so many eyes staring at him, he also had to bite the bullet and hang up the rice paper in his hand to let this piece of opportunistic calligraphy he thought was made public.

On the yellowed white rice paper, the four lines of quatrains are thick and ink, and every stroke is as sharp as a blade out of its sheath, and the sharpness is revealed. At the end of the domineering brushwork, a little bit of cinnabar is impressively dotted next to the ink, just as the plumbone branches are blooming. The composition of the entire rice paper is softened, making the picture more beautiful.

With a bang, after seeing Qin Qing's work clearly, the audience in the audience exploded.

   "This is really written by a little girl. I have long heard that Miss Qin's five-year-old can write, but I didn't expect her pen to be so good."

  "She wrote this in three minutes, and added cinnabar embellishment. This is basically the level of a painting."

  ……

  Everyone rushed to the front of the stage. Several old scholastics with gray hair also took a magnifying glass and nodded in admiration as they watched.

  At this time, no one cares about the result of winning or losing.

"Haha, don't blame me for boasting the girl of the Qin family. She can calligraphy and calligraphy at the age of five. Although her pen is a little immature, her ability to integrate calligraphy and calligraphy is rare in the world." The referee Zhang Lao stroked his beard and continued to talk to the students with great pride. They brag.

  Not far away, Qin Wanrou stiffened her body without moving for a long time, her face was blue and white, and the two works hung on the top looked like a loud slap hula fan coming over, making her eyes red with pain.

   is all seventeen years old, and she works very hard, why is she still losing to each other everywhere...

Perceiving this unwilling gaze, Qin Qing, who was surrounded by the crowd, walked towards her, stopped in front of the uninterested rice paper, and said in a quiet voice: "I was three years old because I couldn't recite Tang poetry. Punishment station, I have been studying calligraphy at the age of five. Qin Wanrou, what you think of hard work is nothing more than self-pity. The heir of the Qin family is not as simple as you think."

  As much as you enjoy, you have to pay.

   Others seem to be easy on the surface, but it is the accumulation of day and night training.