Appreciating cursive calligraphy is a pleasant enjoyment, especially appreciating a good work, it is simply a joy of extreme beauty.
Now almost everyone is staring at Ruan Su's calligraphy, and they are constantly praising, "It's perfect!"
"This is simply the arrival of those great calligraphers from ancient times!"
"It's really amazing, amazing. If I could write such perfect calligraphy, I would wake up laughing even in my dreams."
"What's the rating for this running script?"
"Oh my god! 9.9 points!"
"Is this the highest score ever?"
"The highest score in previous years was 9.8 points, and this is the first time it has been 9.9 points."
"This year she scored 9.8 on one set and 9.9 on the other. It's really amazing. I admire her."
Mrs. Ling Er's ears were buzzing, "What?"
Waves of dizziness hit her, and she could hardly stand still. If Ling Qingran hadn't come over to support her, she would have fainted from the anger.
Ruan Su is so powerful? So great?
Her calligraphy...has been recognized by so many people?
"Mom...what's wrong with you?" Ling Qingran helped Mrs. Ling Er to the side and sat down, "Mom, don't scare me."
"Qingran..." Mrs. Ling Er calmed down for a while before she stabilized her emotions, "Is this Ruan Su really that powerful?"
Ling Qingran's face turned pale and she stared angrily at Ruan Su's two works. "She was just lucky and wrote two fonts. That's why the judges gave her high scores. Mom, don't worry, there will be a painting competition later.
No matter what I draw, I am very good at it.”
Losing like this doesn't mean she will lose every time.
Dai Shou also came over from the judges' table at this time and looked at Ling Qingran with a hint of dissatisfaction, "What's wrong with you? Can't you even perform at your normal level? Ruan Su is a tiger? She can eat you.
No? What are you afraid of?"
This time, my apprentice was so embarrassed that he only got a few points.
But Dai Shou was very angry.
His sinister eyes glanced at Ruan Su, who was holding the trophy in his hand. His chest seemed to be blocked by a big stone. Why was his apprentice inferior to Wen Lao's apprentice?
Especially the official script, which most people really can't write.
Official script looks simple and is easy to learn, but writing it well is not simple at all.
Not many of the contestants in this competition wrote official script.
Not to mention writing as well as Ruan Su!
The host smiled and announced the result of the first place Ruan Su, and then announced, "In half an hour, the painting competition will officially begin. The contestants can take a rest first and then make some preparations."
After finishing speaking, the host went down.
Ruan Su and Bo Xingzhi came to the rest area together. She handed a glass of red wine to the man, "Aren't you busy this afternoon?"
Bo Xingzhi looked at her lovingly, took a sip of red wine, pursed his thin lips, and said, "Well, I won't be busy for the rest of the time."
"Young Master Bo is really leisurely." Shang Lingxiao walked over from a distance, gently shaking the red wine glass in his hand, "What? You came here specially to accompany Xiao Su?"
He couldn't see Bo Xingzhi and Ruan Su alone together.
He felt uncomfortable and awkward when he saw it.
I just wanted to come over and give it a try.
Ruan Su felt that what Shang Lingxiao said was a bit strange and strange, but she couldn't tell what was so strange.
Bo Xingzhi raised his eyelids and glanced at Shang Lingxiao, "Isn't it the same with Mr. Shang? He came here specifically to attend the cultural fair. Is Mr. Wen feeling better?"
"Teacher's health is okay." Shang Lingxiao smiled, "We can visit the teacher together another day. Speaking of which... Xiaosu didn't even introduce you to the teacher!"
Bo Xingzhi felt a suffocation in his chest.
Ruan Su raised his neck slightly and looked at the man's handsome face, "Wait until the cultural fair is over. You can accompany me to the nursing home."
What Shang Lingxiao meant was that Ruan Su did not introduce Bo Xingzhi to his relatives and friends.
But what he didn't know was that Bo Xingzhi had already gone to Ye's house to visit relatives, and all the Mid-Autumn Festival gifts were sent to Ye's house.
"Okay." Bo Xingzhi held her little hand, "I'll listen to you. Whatever you say is fine."
Shang Lingxiao stared jealously at their intertwined hands, feeling as uncomfortable as if he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle.
Half an hour passed quickly.
Ruan Su walked towards the painting competition venue with the contestants.
Ling Qingran was also in the crowd. She stared at Ruan Su's back angrily. She had just checked it online.
Ruan Su was very famous in the H Empire, not only as a designer, but also as the very, very famous Master Su.
A painting by Master Su is worth hundreds of millions.
Ling Qingran felt very uncomfortable. She was not the kind of person who kept little information.
Now that she knows Ruan Su's ability in painting, she just wants to beat her to pieces! She will trample Ruan Su into the dust!
Dai Shou had just quietly told her the theme of this competition, and she was already thinking about how to write around this theme.
She is confident now.
If you know the theme of the competition in advance, you will be one step ahead of these contestants.
Moreover, she has a better plan.
She couldn't help laughing when she thought about Ruan Su's situation.
Ruan Su, Ruan Su, it’s hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. Let me see what you do next.
Soon almost all the contestants had entered the venue and sat in their seats.
Ruan Su also sat in his seat at No. 15, while Ling Qingran was still at No. 16, and their seats were close together.
The host stood on the stage and began to announce the theme of the painting competition.
"The theme of our painting competition today is flowers, birds, insects and fish."
"Please imagine and create on your own. The creation time is two hours. If you finish it in advance, you can submit your work in advance. Okay, now the competition will officially begin."
Flowers, birds, insects, and fish are something that almost every painter has drawn, and many people who learn painting will practice flowers, birds, insects, and fish from an early age.
It doesn't matter if the painting is lifelike, the most important thing is to paint it beautifully and to create a beautiful artistic conception.
Ruan Suluo started to write as soon as she thought about it. She is good at Chinese painting, as well as gouache or oil painting. She is good at all categories of painting, but this time she chose Chinese painting.
She looked serious and held a paintbrush in her hand. However, just when she had finished sketching the prototype and was about to paint it, she found that the paints in front of her were of poor quality. The colors were very strange, and some of them could not even be painted.
color.
She sneered and pressed the call bell. The staff came over quickly. "Can I ask what's wrong?"
"I can't use these paints. I hope you can help me replace them." Ruan Su pointed at the paints in front of him and said.
The staff member showed an apologetic look and said, "I'm sorry, this contestant. All our paints are distributed to each contestant according to the highest standards, so there is no such thing as inferior quality."
"You mean there is no way to replace it for me?" Ruan Su looked slightly cold and glanced at him lightly.
The staff member still looked apologetic, "I'm sorry, these paints are the best."
It seemed as if Ruan Su was deliberately causing trouble.
Ruan Su nodded, "I understand."
She simply abandoned her manuscript and began to sketch it again.
Almost none of the paints she had on hand were usable. She painted nothing but a peony.
After painting a bright peony, she bit her finger and used the blood as paint. The bright peony was as red as blood!
And she added a black insect to the peony. The insect does not need to use paint at all.
Peonies are freely depicted, and insects are the finishing touch.
It fully reflects Ruan Su's superb skills.
Especially the scorching peony, it almost burned everyone's eyes.
After Ruan Su finished the painting, he handed in the work directly.
She draws quickly and delivers quickly.
Ling Qingran had been sketching and describing his own works, and didn't pay attention to Ruan Su at all.
Because she decided that Ruan Su would definitely not be able to do it! His painting this time would definitely be extremely rubbish.
After all, she specially prepared the most rubbish paint for Ruan Su, which was impossible to use, and bribed the staff not to replace it for Ruan Su.
Bo Xingzhi, who had been watching from the sidelines, silently sweated for Ruan Su when he discovered that Ruan Su's paint was not working.
Shang Lingxiao also narrowed his eyes.
Why do so many people only have problems with Ruan Su’s paint?
He immediately thought of conspiracy theories.
But he had no evidence, so he said and did nothing.
Bo Xingzhi's eyes fell on the staff member who refused to change Ruan Su's paint. The staff member was a young man who looked normal and had no problem.
But his intuition told him that things were not simple.
After Ruan Su handed in the work, he sat next to Bo Xingzhi and said, "It doesn't matter, I think I painted well."
"Isn't it just a cultural fair? It doesn't matter if you don't get a ranking, it won't damage your reputation as Master Su." Shang Lingxiao comforted Ruan Su half-jokingly.
Bo Xingzhi held Ruan Su's hand and said, "I support you. You are the best in my heart."
The jury began its routine scoring process and commented on the participating works.
Ling Qingran sat next to Mrs. Ling Er, and from time to time glanced at Ruan Su not far away with a victor's attitude.
Mrs. Ling Er was still a little uneasy. She always felt that Ruan Su was very evil. "Qingran, how do you think you performed?"
"It's very good. After the teacher told me the theme, I started thinking about it in my mind and started writing it during the competition. It went very smoothly. I think I can get high scores."
Ling Qingran was very confident, especially after knowing in her heart that Ruan Su had no available paint, she became even more proud.
But her face still looked calm.
She couldn't let anyone see her true inner thoughts.
Dai Shou also felt a little better. After all, he revealed the theme to Ling Qingran in advance, so it wouldn't be a waterloo, right?
While he was thinking this, a painting caught his eye.
He was stunned for a moment, what a wonderful painting!
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