I am a winner with Chinese poetry

As the tables and chairs were set up, the two of them took their respective sides. Qin Fang narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind completely immersed in it, unaffected by any external distractions. He slowly picked up the brush, gently dipped it in ink, and then carefully touched the tip of the brush to the rice paper.

Each stroke flowed naturally, like flowing clouds and water, completed in one go. In a moment, a charming, charming woman with a charming smile appeared on the paper, her appearance extremely lively and lovely. She sat in a flower-filled corridor, her eyes focused and gentle as she watched the butterflies dancing in the courtyard.

Meanwhile, Sun Zening didn't rush to paint. Instead, he sat quietly, observing Qin Fang's progress. When he saw that Qin Fang's painting was almost complete, a confident smile crept up his lips. Then, he calmly picked up the brush a servant had already prepared and began to paint.

Although Sun Zening was arrogant, one had to admit that he did have the capital to be arrogant. In just a moment, the drawing paper on the table had taken on a rough outline, clearly showing a picture of a lady holding a lantern.

Time passed slowly, and both of them were so absorbed in their creation that they seemed to have forgotten everything around them. Finally, they put down their brushes almost at the same time.

At this moment, an astonishing scene occurred: the woman in Qin Fang's painting suddenly blinked, then gently shifted her posture, supporting her cheeks, her eyes following the butterflies. Her movements were natural and lifelike, as if she had truly come alive.

Everyone was stunned by this scene. Some people couldn't help but exclaimed, "How is this possible? The woman in the painting is actually moving!"

"This is the effect that can only be achieved when the painter has achieved a thorough understanding of the subject. I didn't expect that Qin Fang, despite his young age, has such an amazing talent in painting!" Someone exclaimed, seeing the key to this.

"It seems that Senior Brother Qin has won this competition. We didn't expect that Senior Brother Qin is such a hidden talent!" The people in Class A1 felt relieved. With this level of ability, he must be the principal's favorite disciple to enter Qingshan Academy. But they didn't know why Qin Fang didn't choose to enter Qingshan Academy, but chose the Academy of Literature instead.

"I didn't realize that Junior Brother Qin has some literary talent. It's a pity that you met me today!" At this moment, a slightly sarcastic sigh came out, and Sun Zening waved his hand lightly, and his painting on the table flew into the air.

Everyone's attention was unconsciously drawn to the scene, and they saw the pretty lady blinking first, and then walking out of the painting holding a lantern.

The woman walked out of the painting and first bowed to Sun Zening from a distance. Then she lowered her head and blew gently on the lantern. The originally dim lantern actually lit up with a faint flame. Then she turned around suddenly and walked towards the painting again. Finally, the paper fell on the table, and the lady who was originally standing with the lantern now had the lantern in her hand that seemed to be lit, as if Sun Zening had already lit the lantern when he was painting.

Everyone present couldn't help but gasp. They had seen it clearly just now: when Sun Zening finished the painting, the lamp in the hand of the lady in the painting was clearly dim. Yet, now, the lamp was actually lit up. This was truly incredible, as if it was a stroke of genius.

"This... This has reached the level of being able to control it as easily as with one's own arm!" A student from Qingshan Academy said in a hoarse voice, looking at Sun Zening in astonishment.

"How about it? I don't need to announce the result of this competition!" Sun Zening didn't care about the exclamations of the people around him, but looked at Qin Fang calmly, his eyes revealing confidence and composure.

"I lost. My skills are not as good as yours. Mr. Sun is truly a rare talent. I, Qin Fang, feel deeply ashamed!"

Qin Fang looked at Sun Zening with a pale face, and there was a slight tremor in his voice that he could not hide. They both painted pictures of ladies, but his pictures of ladies could only be described as lively, while the ladies in Sun Zening's paintings could seem to walk out of the paintings. It was easy to tell who was better at a glance.

"Haha, Junior Brother Qin is really straightforward. But according to my rules, since you have already been defeated by me, you must abide by my rules. From now on, whenever I appear, you must take a detour. If there is no other choice but to go with me, then you must be subordinate to me!"

Sun Zening laughed heartily, the smug look on his face becoming more and more intense. When the people around him heard this, they all glared at him and secretly cursed this guy for being so shameless.

"Okay, I get it, my classmates. It's because I'm not skilled enough that I can only leave as agreed. From now on, I can only rely on you!" Qin Fang's face became paler and paler. He tried to cheer himself up, bowed deeply to everyone in Class A1, and then turned and left without hesitation.

"That's too much. Will Brother Qin be in any danger?"

"What should we do now? Who can stop this arrogant guy?" Looking at Qin Fang's back as he walked away, everyone felt angry and worried. This was related to the reputation of the Academy of Literature, but who could really stop Sun Zening at the moment?

At this moment, Sun Zening stood tall in the martial arts arena like a god of war, his eyes filled with provocation and disdain, as if he regarded the entire literary academy as nothing. His arrogant and domineering appearance ignited a raging rage in the hearts of those present. The surrounding onlookers whispered:

"Everyone from the Academy of Literature, is there anyone who dares to challenge me, Sun?" Sun Zening shouted loudly, with a voice full of contempt and ridicule.

"As long as someone dares to stand up, you can set any conditions you want! Don't the four major academies in Jinzhou County have even one person who can be represented?" His words were like a sharp sword, piercing people's hearts.

Sun Zening sat with his arms folded in a chair brought by a servant, leisurely sipping tea with a hint of a sneer on his lips. His gaze swept across the room, as if awaiting a response from the Wenyuan. However, the Wenyuan was completely silent, and no one dared to step forward to challenge him.

"This is so tragic! When did this literary academy get bullied to this extent?" a bystander couldn't help but sigh. His tone was filled with regret and helplessness.

"This Sun Zening is so cruel. Fortunately, the first person he came to was not our Bailu Academy!" Another person was secretly glad.

"This is a case of shared success and shared disgrace. If the Academy of Literature is really overshadowed by Sun Zening, how can we, fellow students from Jinzhou County, have any dignity left?" Some people saw it clearly and retorted anxiously.

At this moment, the students of the College of Arts felt unprecedented pressure. They understood that if they could not defeat Sun Zening, the reputation of the College of Arts would be seriously affected.