บท 523: 522. An ordinary little prodigy

Old Peng similarly shut down five or six pages of surrender, tilting his head and pondering for a moment.

"Hmm—if I were to use the way young people speak nowadays, that would be... a 'bloodbath'?"

"..."

Impressive yet cryptic.

In fact, after the flamboyant operation last night of completing traditional Chinese painting in fifteen minutes and calligraphy in five, about ninety percent of the original hundred challengers chose to surrender.

Of course, the remaining ten percent hadn't watched the live broadcast.

In a university dormitory in Yun Province far away, when Song Qingyuan clicked the surrender button, his roommate was greatly puzzled.

"Hey, why did you surrender? Didn't you say you were confident before?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're the little genius of Yun Province, and you have Professor Fang's guidance. You're even aiming to be a seeded player in the national competition!"

Just like that, surrendering?