The upset and angry Miyamoto Xiaosheng completely collapsed and stood up with an angry look on his face.
At this time, Yang Haoran's drumming just stopped, and a burst of thunderous applause broke out in the hall.
Miyamoto's face turned green and red. Of course, this applause was not for him, because his mentality had completely collapsed, and the rhythm of the second half was completely disrupted.
"I didn't expect that the big drum could make such a shocking sound! It goes straight to the bottom of my heart and makes me feel refreshed!"
"When the drums sound, I feel like I am on the battlefield, my heart is surging and my blood is boiling!"
"Miyamoto Xiaosheng started off well, but later on there was no structure at all. It's obvious that Miyamoto Xiaosheng lost!"
Yang Haoran put the drumstick aside with a leisurely look on his face, and it was clear at a glance which one was better.
Ji Xiangyumi was overjoyed. She was so excited that she hugged Yang Haoran and kissed her on the face.
Yang Haoran was stunned. Isn't this woman too open-minded?
One family was happy and the other was sad. Miyamoto Xiaosheng looked aggrieved, as if he had accumulated all his strength and could not vent it.
Gao Lin Yueyan also had a gloomy face and said nothing.
Norika Yumi jumped out with an arrogant look: "How's it going? Miyamoto-san, are you admitting defeat this time?"
"And you, Gao Lin Yueyan, I have told you a long time ago that Miyamoto-san is the trash I don't want, and you are the only one who picks it up and treats it as a treasure.
Can it be proven now? Miyamoto-chan is trash compared to my boyfriend!"
Miyamoto Xiaosheng gritted his teeth and looked indignant.
"He is just opportunistic and takes advantage of the rules. He is not really outstanding!"
Gao Lin Yueyan snorted coldly: "Ji Xiang Yumi, this game doesn't count. If you have the ability to let them compete with other things, do you dare?"
Ji Xiangyumi frowned and glanced at Yang Haoran, who looked calm.
He said very dismissively: "If you lose, you lose. You don't have the courage to admit it. It's really contemptible!"
Miyamoto Xiaosheng avoided Yumi Yuki's gaze and looked at Yang Haoran provocatively.
"As a superior, you must learn various skills, and painting is a must. Do you dare to compete with me?"
Noriyuki Yumi hurriedly shouted: "You can't be fooled by him, he clearly refuses to admit defeat!"
Yang Haoran chuckled: "It doesn't matter. Some people are too thick-skinned. It's unrealistic if you want to tear it off at once. Then let me tear it off layer by layer and let him know what it means to have a sore face!"
Miyamoto Xiaosheng had a gloomy look on his face: "Don't get too proud too early. You can't take chances this time. The outcome depends entirely on the opinions of the public!"
Yang Haoran nodded: "No problem, you can make whatever rules you want, anyway, you will be the one who gets slapped in the face in the end!"
Miyamoto Xiaosheng was furious: "Let's use today's banquet as the theme and show what you are best at. I want to see what you are capable of!"
Gao Lin Yueyan's eyes narrowed with laughter, she snuggled next to Miyamoto Xiaosheng, and looked at Yumi Yuki teasingly.
"I remember that Xiaosheng is a member of the board of directors of our Daban City Calligraphy and Painting Club. Your boyfriend is destined to be incomparable. It's better to admit defeat as soon as possible to avoid embarrassment!"
Ji Xiangyumi looked at Yang Haoran with some anxiety, feeling really unsure.
Yang Haoran spread his hands indifferently: "It's just a harmless competition, it doesn't matter. Let everyone present make comments, how about each person getting a vote, and the one with the most votes wins?"
Norika Yumi whispered: "Are you sure? Don't agree that you will be embarrassed if you don't paint well! Miyamoto's paintings have won awards!"
Yang Haoran was noncommittal, and Miyamoto Xiaosheng had already begun to announce it in public. Miao Bi Pavilion Novel.i
"To add excitement to the banquet, this gentleman and I decided to create a painting each of us with the theme of the banquet.
Please give each person a vote and vote for the works that you think are excellent, so that we can correctly understand our own level."
There was a burst of cheers in the hall. It's not a big deal just to see the excitement, but it's more to see what these two people can do.
Gao Lin Yueyan is very active. In order to save the face she lost before, she has sent people to bring all the painting tools to the stage.
Miyamoto Xiaosheng looked at Yang Haoran coldly and made a gesture of invitation.
"I'm better at oil painting. I wonder what you're good at?"
"The history of oil painting is too short and it cannot reflect the profound heritage. I choose ink painting."
"Okay, prepare materials for this gentleman."
Soon all the painting materials were prepared and placed on both sides of the stage.
Gao Lin Yueyan said in Miyamoto's ear: "This time I must get back the face I lost just now."
Miyamoto Xiaosheng said confidently: "Don't worry, I will let that inferior know how big the gap is between him and us!"
Yumei Yuki stood next to Yang Haoran with some worry.
"Hey, are you really okay?"
Yang Haoran laughed: 'Do you believe that I turned him into a scum in seconds? Do you know that there is a kind of genius in this world? Look at my face, that is the standard answer!'
Yumi Nori was speechless. Is it really okay to be so arrogant?
Everyone in the hall was in high spirits, and no gathering had ever been as lively as today.
"Today's party is a bit interesting. Mr. Miyamoto has met his opponent, but I have to admit that Mr. Miyamoto is indeed very good."
"You can become a board member of the Daban City Calligraphy and Painting Society in your twenties. Miyamoto's skills are very good. There is probably no suspense in this competition."
"That's not necessarily true. Have you forgotten just now?"
"Haha, the situation is different. It can only be said that Mr. Miyamoto suffered a loss due to the rules, not that he lost to the opponent technically."
On the stage, there was a drawing board standing in front of Miyamoto Xiaosheng, and various materials were prepared on the side.
In front of Yang Haoran, there is an extra writing desk, and the drawing paper has been laid out and pressed.
Since the theme is a banquet, necessary observations are naturally necessary.
The two people's eyes swept across the whole place, and they began to sketch the outline in their minds, sitting until they were mature.
Soon, Miyamoto Xiaosheng picked up the paintbrush, with a confident face and an extremely focused expression.
Yang Haoran looked a little careless, even the way he held the pen looked a little lazy, and he sketched very casually.
There was a lot of discussion in the hall.
"Compared to oil painting, ink painting has a single form of expression and requires higher skills from the painter. Without decades of hard work, good works cannot be produced."
"Yes, Yumi Yumi's boyfriend is not very old. Even if he has studied ink painting, he probably won't have very deep attainments. I am more optimistic about Miyamoto Xiaosheng."
Gao Lin Yueyan stood behind Miyamoto Xiaosheng, her expression became more and more excited, and her eyes flashed.
Miyamoto Xiaosheng is indeed a person who can enter the calligraphy and painting club, and his level is indeed first-rate!