His Highness, Don’t Leave! I Will Lose Weight For You!

When the onlookers saw that the two women were about to compete, they immediately screamed. They liked this kind of competition the most, especially when one of the women was still a beautiful woman.

"Okay, okay, let us see the level of Chinese learning!"

"What is the competition? Is it really a piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

"Hey, hey, I seem to have seen that woman, she seems to have participated in some show, she seems to be doing this! I heard that it is amazing!"

"Really! Look at that!"

Seeing someone in the crowd talking about herself, the woman became even more proud, and her gaze looked at Han Fei even more disdainful.

It's just a beautiful vase!

And Han Fei, as a student who'graduated' from the Arma Palace, felt that she was despised, very unhappy.

The more upset she was, the better she smiled.

When the curator learned that this inexplicable competition was about to begin, he originally wanted to stop it, but he couldn't match the enthusiastic demands of the masses. After all, he agreed to it and even prepared what he needed.

Han Fei asked, "What do you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination?"

Seeing Han Fei's arrogant appearance, the woman sneered, and said: "Since ancient times, you have spoken like a person. You look so beautiful and beautiful, so you must be pretty good."

Han Fei was slightly surprised, and said, "Words?"

"Yes, our first item is a comparison, how?"

Han Fei nodded and said: "Yes."

The woman showed a successful smile and said, "The characters I speak are naturally calligraphy, not ordinary writing."

Han Fei smiled and said, "I know it naturally."

The curator immediately prepared the desk and writing brush. Fortunately, these things are always available. Under everyone’s expectant and exciting gazes, Han Fei came forward directly, holding the writing brush in his hand, and paused. , There is a familiar feeling, as if at this moment, she is still in that world, she is still that Han Fei.

When the pen fell, Han Fei's expression suddenly became serious.

After spending every minute and every second, Fan Qing, who was sitting in the office temporarily taking a break, suddenly realized that it had been quiet for a long time outside. She stood up with some doubts, went out and looked around, and saw that the crowds were all gathered together. Watching something attentively.

Fan Qing approached a little bit with doubts. When she was looking for someone to ask what happened, she heard a depressed voice from the crowd.

"You win."

Han Fei smiled and put down the pen, and said, "Accept."

There was an uproar in the crowd.

Obviously, I never thought that the calligraphy of this beauty is so amazing, even a layman can see that the standard is quite high.

"Awesome! This word looks like a master!"

"The beauty of five thousand years is indeed a well-deserved reputation, but doesn't it mean that she has both virtue and ability!"

"If you have beauty and strength, you are indeed qualified to be a lady!"

"But why does the word "beautiful" look like a man's font? This elegant stroke is so simple!"

Han Fei glanced at her work and gave a wry smile. Yeah, speaking of it, she still imitated the male god.

The woman didn’t give up even if she lost the calligraphy, she continued to ask for other tests, from poems and songs, to Tanqin’s rhetoric, and almost all compared what she was good at. Without exception, all of them were Han Fei. Perfectly suppressed.

More and more people exclaimed, and some people even uploaded these competitions to the Internet. Naturally, it caused a sensation again, and it attracted countless reposts. Naturally, these will be things in the future. , Leave it alone.

Fan Qing has also become Han Fei’s little fan at this moment. She seems to have met Han Fei again, as if she can’t be bothered by anything, even the other party proposed extremely tricky, even unpopular things. , Han Fei can also deal with it freely, Fan Qing even has the illusion that Han Fei is omnipotent, this person is as perfect.

Suddenly, Han Fei's image became extremely high in Fan Qing's heart. As for what spiritual problem was mentioned before? That's all hell! Such a powerful person still has mental problems, so she is afraid that she is mentally retarded!

The other end was very lively. Professor Fan had just put down the information in his hand, and his eyes were shocked, even his hands were shaking, he muttered to himself.

"It turned out to be like this... it turned out to be like this! No wonder there are only legends left in later generations! The age of goddess really exists! Hahahaha, no one can deny my research anymore! Hahaha!"

Professor Fan laughed and danced like a fool, and immediately remembered something, and said: "No! I want to tell Xiao Fei this news! She must be very happy too! Xiao Fei is so looking forward to things in the goddess era, she will be very happy too. !"

Having said that, Professor Fan walked out of the office to look for Han Fei. Unexpectedly, he saw his granddaughter, and quickly stepped forward and said, "Xiao Qing, have you seen Xiao Fei?"

Fan Qing blankly pointed to Han Fei in the crowd, and said, "Grandpa, Han Fei is amazing! She can do everything! Great! I want to call her!"

Professor Fan didn't know what calling was called. He just heard Han Fei inside and wanted to squeeze in and pull people out, but Fan Qing grabbed Grandpa's hand excitedly and said excitedly: "Look! Grandpa! That's it! That is the calligraphy written by Han Fei just now. Look, is it great!"

Professor Fan followed Fan Qing’s instructions and saw the piece of paper with the words "Prosperity and Prosperity" written on it. The elegant font was very beautiful.

But looking at it, Professor Fan suddenly heard the picture, his face changed drastically, and even his feet staggered two steps, which shocked Fan Qing.

"What's the matter, Grandpa! Are you okay!"

Professor Fan took a deep breath, his face dignified, and squeezed the crowd away. He directly grabbed Han Fei, who was still smirking, and dragged him toward the office.

Han Fei was surprised, but when he saw that the visitor was Professor Fan, she did not resist and followed, leaving the noisy crowd behind her.

When Professor Fan closed the door, he said with a heavy face: "Sit down first, I will get something."

Han Fei looked stunned, wondering why Professor Fan's face suddenly became so heavy.

Professor Fan took all the calligraphy tools from the outside directly, put them in front of Han Fei, and said, "Come on, you can write and write according to my requirements."

Although I don't understand why, Han Fei still writes obediently. After finishing writing, Professor Fan stared at her handwriting for a long time.

Han Fei also found it strange, because the things written were strangely familiar, but for a while, she didn't remember where she had seen it.

"Same...really the same...no difference! No difference!"