Live broadcast: I set off a craze for national style

Chapter 90 Showing off?
Su Cheng felt a little helpless when he heard Kong Wei's eager voice.

He guessed it just now when he saw the impatient faces of the two leaders in the live broadcast room.

I guess I won't be able to run away in a while.

But this time Su Cheng didn't think of refusing, because he agreed when Kong Wei left, and he wouldn't refuse the next call. It's only been a day or two.

The second is that he has been really unhappy with the stick for a long time. There is a historical reason for Ridao to leave it here, so there is nothing to say.

But the stick made Su Cheng really feel sick.

After thinking about it, he glanced at the live broadcast room, but the barrage was surging, and he could no longer see the picture, only the sound could be heard.

"Okay, you guys come over later, it doesn't matter to me."

Isn't it just Chinese painting? Just handle it directly.

After talking to Kong Wei a few more words, after hanging up the phone, the netizens in Su Cheng's live broadcast room were also excited.

The barrage surged, and one after another began to ask questions.

"Brother Su, are you going to fight? Is it the same as Gu Yun last time?"

"That's fine too. Let those two Diao Mao see that the suzerain country's name hasn't been called for thousands of years."

The audience sent barrages quickly, and the live broadcast room became lively, and many netizens came back.

At the same time, voices came from the live broadcast room of the game.

The leader of Ribang is negotiating, and seems to want Fang Ming to tell Kong Wei to connect with Su Cheng.

Only then did the netizens know that Kong Wei hadn't set up a connection when he called just now.

Su Cheng also didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and guessed that Kong Wei was talking about him.

After waiting for more than a week, I still didn't fool people back.

Kong Wei was probably a little unhappy too.

Thinking about this, Su Cheng wasn't annoyed at all, he really couldn't get away because of something.

And Kong Wei didn't say that someone from Japan was coming, otherwise he would have to go there no matter what.

Before, Su Cheng always thought that this competition was played by the students of Sichuan University's own school.

Soon, several people on the live broadcast screen were nodding, as if it had been agreed.

Sure enough, in the next second, Su Cheng's live broadcast room showed a message whether he was pk or not.

Without hesitation, he clicked agree directly.

The screen changed and split into two, exactly the same as when Gu Yun broadcast live last time.

Indoor basketball court over there.

Ribang took the lead to look at Su Cheng who appeared on the screen, and his expression became obviously surprised.

It seems a little disbelieving.

Among them, the leader of Ridao faltered and said: "This, this, is what you said...Master Su?"

He looked at Fang Ming at the side.

Fang Ming nodded, "That's right, he is Master Su."

As he said that, he waved his hand to the live broadcast room and said hello, "Brother Su, if you want to come, don't you still have to do it?"

The fat man has returned to his familiar nature, and the restraint on the stage just now is as fake.

In Qingfengguan, Su Cheng greeted everyone with a smile.

"Hello everyone."

While Dean Li was looking at Su Cheng, he was also looking at the layout of Qingfeng Temple.

Surprised in my heart, no, Kong Wei really didn't lie?

Is this young man in his early twenties a master of Chinese painting?
Even if he learned Chinese painting from the womb, whether he can reach the level of a master is still a matter of debate.

Not only was he skeptical, but the leader of the Japanese club sitting next to him was even more unbelievable.

The students sitting in the auditorium also saw this scene through the projection screen, and all of them were dumbfounded.

They had just heard from the judges that Fang Ming had copied the drawings of a Chinese painting master to reach his current level.

The students are still envious.

But no one said that this master of traditional Chinese painting is so young!

"I lost it, is it true or not? This guy doesn't look as old as me!"

"I don't believe it, do you believe it? There must be an expert in the Taoist temple, maybe it's this kid's master or something."

"I don't believe it either. A man in his early twenties, a master of traditional Chinese painting? I'm in my early twenties, too, but I only know how to say "abba aba."

There was an uproar in the audience, and few people believed it.

Everyone is pointing at the screen.

There is nothing to do, who made Su Cheng too young, in their hearts, the master of traditional Chinese painting should be an old man with gray hair.

But not all of them were like this, there were also Su Cheng's fans sitting among them. Hearing the doubts from the students at this moment, they began to justify Su Cheng's name.

"You know what a fart, Brother Su is an animal. He can not only draw, but also embroider, design, and micro-carve. Remember the Internet before overwhelmingly saying that Guofeng Design won a foreign award? That was designed by Brother Su!"

"That's right, and the three songs you listened to recently were all written by Brother Su, three songs in one night!"

As soon as these words came out, the auditorium immediately exploded.

"Fuck? He wrote "Fireworks Are Cold"?"

"So, he is the one who made my goddess Zheng Yixin popular?!"

Zheng Wen's name was changed by Huahuo, and her name is now Zheng Yixin, which is probably her stage name.

For a moment, the eyes of the students looking at the screen changed.

That's right, isn't this a livestock?
Who the hell is so awesome in his early twenties?
On the stage.

Su Cheng has already chatted with Dean Li and the three of them.

The leader of Ribang still didn't believe it, and asked around.

"Su Da...Master Su, cough, er, how many years has Master Su been studying painting?" The leader of Bangguo looked a little serious, and kept staring at Qingfengguan, wanting to see if there were other paintings in it. people.

He also suspected that Su Cheng had a master or something.

Su Cheng naturally saw that this stick had malicious intentions, so she got up and walked into the studio with the drone.

"Not long, just a little over a year."

He said lightly.

I have a system, and I can master all the essence of Chinese painting in a few tens of seconds. Do I have to tell you this too?

But everyone across the screen was still shocked by him.

A little more than a year? !

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" The leader of Bangguo stood up excitedly.

Ridao's leader on the side is also similar, "Master Su, don't joke, if you achieve the master realm in one year, then we old fellows might as well die."

Dean Li nodded cryptically, not that he was on the side of Ribang, but he also felt that what Su Cheng said was outrageous.

One year master?
Why don't you say you are cultivating immortals?

Anyway, if you live in a Taoist temple, it will be easier for people to believe you if you say you are a cultivator.

The live broadcast room was different, the bullet screens were all straight-up. After all, many people had been watching Su Cheng's live broadcast. In their view, Su Cheng was like an animal.

Human affairs have nothing to do with livestock.

"Brother Su, show them your skills! There are not many opportunities to pretend to be strong in one's life, let alone pretending to be seen by those two hairy countries!"

"This forces you to pretend today! You can't justify not pretending!"

Su Cheng glanced at the barrage, shook his head and laughed, opened his mouth, and was about to speak, but the Japanese club leader on the other side of the screen spoke first.

"Master Su, can you let us see the style?"

"We have never seen such a young master of ink painting."

At this moment, almost everyone was looking at Su Cheng, waiting for his reply.

Su Cheng thought for a while, squatted down, and pulled out the box containing the ink sticks from the corner.

"Fine, I have nothing to do anyway, but everyone can take a look, if there is anything that is not good, I hope it will be corrected."

(End of this chapter)