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Chapter 64 Seeded Players
"Don't talk to me so much, it makes it seem like we're very close. We're rivals now, understand?" Shen Lang tried to change the subject.

Seeing his guilty look, Chen Wei basically already knew the answer.

He was too lazy to argue with someone about something that was destined to be unrequited love.

The game starts soon.

Everyone took their seats.

There were two seats between Shen Lang and Chen Wei.

Seeing this guy's confident look made him angry.

Shen Lang was determined to shatter his legend of omnipotence.

How could there possibly be an omnipotent person in this world?
The competition was very simple: participants just copied the text from a template, and the judges scored the entries, selecting three winners from dozens of participants.

Those who stand out will be sent to the organizers to participate directly in the finals.

Shen Lang stopped paying attention to Chen Wei, picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write!
On the judges' bench.

"If I'm not mistaken, he's that kid from the Shen family, right?"

"That's definitely right. I heard that Shen Lang is so young, yet his calligraphy skills are unmatched by some old guys. He's one of the best among his peers."

“That’s right. I once commented on his calligraphy in a competition. At that time, I and those old guys gave it a score of nine or higher. After so long, I believe his calligraphy skills should have improved again.”

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, first place in this qualifier is practically guaranteed."

"Even Elder Meng gave it such high praise, so it seems that this little guy Shen Lang is really good. As for the others, we don't need to have too high expectations."

"Why isn't that guy moving?" Meng Ziliang noticed.

Following his gaze, everyone looked over. "He's probably nervous. I'll go down and ask what's going on."

Not long after.

The old man returned to the stage.

Noticing the expression on his face, Meng Ziliang asked in confusion, "What happened? Why are you so angry?"

"How could I not be angry? You know what I said when I went downstairs to ask that kid why he hadn't started writing yet?"

"What was your answer?" Mencius asked curiously.

What did that kid say to make him, who is usually so calm, so angry?

"He said he knows too many things, so he has to choose one that is simple and easy for us to understand." The old man got angrier and angrier as he spoke, and if he didn't care about his image, he would have liked to slap the table.

"Did he really say that?" someone asked.

Would I lie to you?

"That kid is far too arrogant. Among us, those who have been involved in calligraphy for at least thirty years, right?"

"Who says otherwise! He's just a twenty-year-old kid, yet he dares to be so arrogant. He's utterly clueless!"

Chen Wei's reputation among the judges plummeted as a result.

However, seeing Chen Wei's confident demeanor, Meng Ziliang felt a sense of anticipation.

If someone is truly a genius, what's wrong with being arrogant?
"He's moved! He's started writing!" Clearly, the others were also watching Chen Wei's every move.

"This technique looks quite professional, but I can't see how well the characters are written."

"It's all just an act." The old man's prejudice against Chen Wei was the strongest among them, and he didn't even bother to look at him.

After the host finished the countdown, everyone stopped writing, including Chen Wei.

Some were quick enough to even write a second draft, and then submitted the one they were most satisfied with.

"Excellent, excellent. The average level of this year's contestants has improved by more than one level compared to previous years."

"It's a pity there are only three spots available, otherwise I would like to recommend two more people."

"Old Cao, what are you looking for?" Hearing Meng Ziliang's words, Cao Liang quickly tidied up the mess in front of him and shook his head, saying, "Nothing, I'm not looking for anything."

"Old Cao, I have that kid's work. Are you sure you want to see it?" Meng Ziliang asked.

“Look, why wouldn’t I look? I’m a judge,” Cao Liang said matter-of-factly.

"Okay." Upon hearing this, Meng Ziliang handed the calligraphy written by Chen Wei to Cao Liang.

This word!

Cao Liang was stunned.

He had never seen this font before; it was extremely vigorous and powerful, with each stroke like a knife.

"How come I've never seen this font before? Old Meng, have you seen it before?" Cao Liang asked, puzzled.

After careful recollection, I still couldn't find a single detail.

Meng Ziliang shook his head.

Cao Liang then asked the other two people.

Both of them shook their heads.

"Then this font... could it be his own creation?" Cao Liang's gaze quickly focused on Chen Wei, filled with disbelief.

"Original!" Upon hearing this, the other two judges stared at each other in disbelief, their expressions not unlike Cao Liang's.

There are many people in this world who can write calligraphy, but very few who can create calligraphy that truly impresses people; you could count them on one hand.

"I think it's been two years since the last new calligraphy was released?" Meng Ziliang suddenly asked.

“That’s right, it was two years ago. In these two years, there’s been no fresh blood. It’s just the same few sets of characters, written and copied, copied and written again.” Cao Liang’s tone was no longer as aggressive as before.

If this font was indeed created by Chen Wei, then he should respect it.

In any industry, we should have a sense of awe for those who are strong.

Moreover, this is something that has the potential to change the overall landscape.

Seeing everyone discussing the calligraphy, Shen Lang was 100% certain that he had written it.

"Judges, please announce the results as soon as possible. I have a very important class to teach later," Shen Lang said.

In reality, they couldn't wait to see the look of despair on Chen Wei's face after being eliminated.

All-powerful? Ridiculous.

"Alright, it's time to announce the results. I wonder if it would be alright for me to announce them?" Meng Ziliang stood up and asked Cao Liang and the others.

"I have no objection," Cao Liang and the other two said in succession.

Immediately, Meng Ziliang stood up and went to the center of the stage, announcing directly: "The three who have advanced are Shen Lang, Xu Jing..."

When Meng Ziliang mentioned Shen Lang's name, Shen Lang looked at Chen Wei and smiled smugly.

According to his understanding, the first player called out is usually a seeded player.

"Finally, it's Chen Wei."

Shen Lang's expression changed drastically, and his gaze towards Chen Wei was no longer smug.

"Of the three, Chen Wei will be the seeded player," Meng Ziliang announced.

What? The seeded player is him?!

Shen Lang clenched his fists, clearly indignant, and stepped forward, saying, "I'm not convinced. Why can he advance? And even get a seeded spot?"

I grew up surrounded by masters of calligraphy, and although my skill level is not as extraordinary as my older sister's, who is renowned throughout the country and even has many loyal fans abroad.

But Shen Lang didn't think he would lose to Chen Wei, a guy of unknown origin. What made him so special?
(End of this chapter)