Chapter 520: 519. Crashed…… Chapter 520: 519. Crashed…… “Grandpa, what’s wrong?”
“This Cursive Script… actually has its own style?”
“What?”
The little boy grew more curious, his gaze shifting back and forth between his grandfather’s face and the Cursive Script in the cara’s view.
“At first glance, it resembles Zhang Xu’s Cursive Script, but upon closer inspection, there are so differences. Zhang Xu’s Cursive Script races to the left and right, ever-changing, extrely peculiar and unpredictable. That aspect is consistent, but…”
But Tang Shu’s Cursive Script, besides its wildness, did not lack order; every stroke, every dot, followed the rules.
“Strange, strange, I can actually see so restraint in this Cursive Script?”
“Restraint? How can Cursive Script and restraint appear at the sa ti?”
The little boy felt there was sothing off with his grandfather’s eyes.
Calligraphy is indeed a very profound art, especially Cursive Script, which often reflects the passion of the writer and is completed in an excited state, allowing the reader to faintly perceive certain emotions from the ink.
But restraint…
Could one truly sense it within Cursive Script?
This was even more mysterious.
Master Bai remained silent, his eyes thoughtfully fixed on the brushstrokes before him.
anwhile, in the live stream, Tang Shu had just finished writing Li Taibai’s “Shanghainese wine” and affixed his seal in the bottom left corner.
[…]
[Damn, this Cursive Script is amazing!]
[Such sharp strokes, I feel like I can sense Li Taibai’s boundless boldness when writing poetry…]
[Full of spirit, yet I sense he still has his wits about him, eh? What on earth am I even talking about????]
[To write Cursive Script like this, I take my hat off to him!]
[It’s over for , I submitted my calligraphy in Cursive Script, and this, this, just can’t compare——]
[I did Regular Script, though it’s not the sa category, but… forget it, I’m not competing anymore.]
[Crap, I lost again!]
[Sorry, excuse the intrusion.]
[Sorry, excuse the intrusion 1]
…
Facing a string of “I lost,” the old fans were too exhausted to retort.
[He’s pulled one over on us again.]
[As expected, let’s not make a fuss, folks, we fans need to maintain our composure.]
[You’re right, isn’t this situation normal?]
[Normal, all too normal. Just think about Kitty, although she and these hundred Challengers are simply not on the sa level…]
Challengers: “…”
I’m sure you’re implying sothing about , but I can’t argue against it, because… we’ve all lost, after all, who could guarantee who’s better than who?
Just as everyone was updating their “I lost” for the second ti, the live stream suddenly froze.
There was no movent for over ten seconds, and many viewers noticed the issue.
“Hey? Why has it stopped moving, what’s happening???”
“It must be lagging!”
“I can’t even open the comnts, is my internet down?”
“…Bro, it’s not just our dorm’s internet that’s down, I can’t open it even with my own data!”
At this mont, inside a university dormitory, a few male students looked at each other, each holding a mobile phone.
Well, great, it wasn’t that the campus network was unstable, but that the live stream had indeed frozen.
***
Behind the scenes of the live stream.
The staff had just installed a server they had borrowed and imdiately turned to check the data. As their gaze fell on the viewer count for Tang Shu’s live stream, they were stunned.
“…Damn! When did it reach 17 million people???”
“We’re dood, it’s already overloaded!”
“Crash, crash, crash, has it crashed?!”
The lead manager leaned back into his chair expressionlessly and declared, “It’s crashed.”
The interface was completely unresponsive, and this state had persisted for a full minute. If this isn’t called crashing, what is?
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