Chapter 74 In front of Ling Bao's absolute strength
Chapter 74 In the face of Ling Bao’s absolute strength
Author: Zi Yunsu
"pearl?"
Wang Jingcheng was stunned.
But Xiao Lingbao has already grasped this sentence: "Okay, Wang Zhenzhu, what you said, let's compare now!"
Pearl was also panicked, and she subconsciously looked at Wang Jingcheng.
Wang Jingcheng was about to take a breath.
Little Lingbao: "Uncle Wujiu, this is a matter between us children! Please be an adult and don't interfere!"
"I am her instructor!" Wang Jingcheng said angrily.
"I am also Ling Bao's instructor," Ling Yongshuo stepped forward, "Wang Jingcheng, do you want to have a teacher-to-teacher PK with me?"
"Yes," Xiao Lingbao made a face at Wang Jingcheng, "Uncle Five is as capable as my Uncle Four, so don't bully me, a three-year-old kid, just--"
Wang Jingcheng was so angry that he fainted.
Little Niba is the broom star!
How come he and Pearl fell into her trap?
Sure enough, her mouth has been tempered with poison!
Pearl had already agreed to the competition, and Wang Jingcheng knew that if he tried to shirk it now, even if it was justified, it would sow seeds of doubt in everyone's hearts.
"It's okay to compete," he replied with a dark face after a long while, "We don't bother to separate, we can compete together, and the instructor will take his children to make sculptures together!"
"Just use the clay turntable!" Xiao Lingbao gestured quickly.
Mainly because the baby will only use that...
Ling Yongshuo smiled and patted little Lingbao's head lovingly: "Okay."
Wang Jingcheng also laughed.
sneer.
Clay turntable, that would be great...
…
The number of people in the live broadcast room reached a new high.
Those who follow the competition or not are all sucked in for no apparent reason.
It's controversial, exciting, suspenseful, and fans are at odds (one-sided)... naturally there will be traffic.
Fans of Wang Jingcheng jumped up and down to popularize background knowledge for the new viewers, and poured tons of dirty water on Ling Yongshuo and Xiao Lingbao.
First impressions are fatal.
Many passers-by thought the little Lingbao was cute at first sight, but the next second they were misled by Wang Jingcheng's fans.
[Jingcheng, smash their faces!]
【Is Ling Yongshuo feeling scared? 】
[Yes, I was scared. I took a screenshot and his hands were shaking...]
[Waiting for Wang Jingcheng to go crazy...]
[Jing Cheng hasn’t broadcast live sculptures for a long time. I didn’t expect to be lucky enough to see him live today and compare my feelings. 】
[So you have to thank Ling Yongshuo and his naughty children? 】
[This naughty kid has tricked her uncle...]
In the live broadcast room, fans seem to have seen the victory scene of Wang Jingcheng killing everyone and Ling Yongshuo kneeling down and begging for mercy.
At the scene, after simple preparations, we came to the part where the two children chose clay.
It was Wang Jingcheng's request to let the children get the clay.
"Since it is a competition between children, let the children make the decision. We adults will inevitably have our own preferences and experiences in making choices..."
The clay used for different sculptures is different.
Even if it is clay, there are many levels.
Wang Jingcheng’s words immediately won praise from fans:
【Jingcheng is everyone’s style!】
[That is, to prevent Ling Yongshuofang from cheating...]
[Zhenzhu is a true teacher of famous masters, and his ability to select raw materials must be excellent...]
…
Every move of Xiao Lingbao and Zhenzhu was under the live camera.
The staff led the two babies to the cubicle, where there were two large bags of clay that had been temporarily transferred.
"I want this bag!" Pearl pointed at one of the bags before Xiao Lingbao could.
"Okay." The staff gave the bag to Pearl.
【Pearl is so decisive!】
【Well done, you should be the first to take action.】
[There must be a difference between the two bags, otherwise she wouldn’t be so anxious. It’s over, why do I think Ling Yongshuo did something? 】
Excessive thinking also attracted the disgust of some passers-by:
[The two bags are obviously the same, right? In order to show fairness in this kind of competition, shouldn’t the same raw materials be used? 】
[You know nothing!] Someone’s mouth is very dirty.
Some people are more tactful: [It’s normal for passers-by not to know...]
By the way, let me give you another "popular science" about Wang Jingcheng's tragic history of beauty, strength, blood and tears.
The two babies came out holding clay.
Pearl chose first, and Xiao Lingbao naturally took the rest.
She handed the clay to Ling Yongshuo: "Uncle, let's get started!"
"Okay." Ling Yongshuo began to unpack, "Do you want uncle to help, or Ling Bao do it yourself?"
Not far away, Wang Jingcheng also unpacked the clay and began to put the clay on the plate.
But his attention was all on Ling Yongshuo.
Little Lingbao put on his apron and waved his arms grandly: "Uncle, go aside and let Lingbao come by himself!"
do it yourself?
Wang Jingcheng was shocked.
Although he knew that Xiao Lingbao was very talented, he subconsciously believed that without Ling Yongshuo's help, she would not be able to complete such a complicated antlers.
Because from a technical point of view, deer horns are more difficult than heavenly scrolls.
There are still many traces of immaturity on little Lingbao's heavenly scroll, but it is also the ceiling that a baby can reach.
The smooth lines and exquisite structure of the antlers were something he could barely achieve as an adult.
How could it be possible that Xiao Lingbao really did it alone?
The reason why the Heavenly Scroll is better than the antlers depends on its value to archaeological history...
"Fifth uncle, what are we doing?" Pearl asked Wang Jingcheng.
Her clay skills...Wang Jingcheng had undergone assault training during this period, and she was barely able to squeeze a big belly.
"Well, let's think about it." Wang Jingcheng pretended.
[Zhenzhu is very sensible and polite, and she also knows how to ask her uncle’s opinion. 】
[Unlike the one next door, he is not old, but his tone is quite good.]
[Yes, listen to her tone towards Ling Yongshuo... Haha, just don't slap her in the face. 】
However, soon, the barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly... became empty.
Because, under the lens, little Lingbao has already started creating.
I saw her small hands holding the clay steadily, as if it were a still scene, but the clay in her hand bloomed as if it had life...
The clay seemed like a seed, slowly growing out in her hands, growing trunks, strips of paper, branches and leaves, spring, summer, autumn and winter...
The scene was frozen.
I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like a century, but it seemed like only a short moment.
The first person finally started to breathe, and then made a surprised inhalation sound...
Like the ebbing tide before a tsunami comes, or like an overwhelming impact.
The live broadcast room also exploded.
It was not Wang Jingcheng’s fans, but just passers-by who repeated words as if they were speechless——
[Come on, rely on, rely on, rely on...]
[Mom, come quickly, I saw magic!]
[Did she move? She moved. Did she not move? She didn’t move!]
【Did she move?】
[Friendly reminder, everyone can breathe...]
【What did I see, Nuwa Benwa?】
Fans of Wang Jingcheng even temporarily forgot to ask for compensation for themselves.
[This... trivial trick...] He has the toughest mouth in the whole body.
[Jingcheng is definitely better than her...] She has unconsciously used Wang Jingcheng, an adult, as an opponent to Xiao Lingbao.
But these feeble sophistry were quickly drowned out by the torrent of exclamation.
In the face of absolute strength, any rhetoric is a pale paper tiger.
"Uncle Five, Uncle Five..." Pearl also panicked.
She actually knew what little Lingbao was capable of.
But once she saw it with her own eyes, she knew what the difference between cloud and mud was...
Wang Jingcheng's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
With such a terrifying ability, Xiao Niba, is she a monster?
He turned around and tried to maintain his composure.
"Okay, Pearl, let's come too, let's pinch one..."
The clay plate started spinning.
Wang Jingcheng wrapped his big hand around Pearl's small hand. He, what could he pinch?
No matter what you pinch...
When he ends up as an adult, he is already defeated.
When he was distracted, his fingers dug into the clay unconsciously...
"Ah!" A scream was heard at the scene.
Snapped!
The clay plate in Wang Jingcheng's hand fell to the ground, and the pearl was thrown out by him, falling everywhere...