Xiao Chenyu was immersed in the creation of calligraphy and painting, so he naturally had no time to pay attention to Fan Tingting's situation.
Xiao Qinghe could see it clearly through the big screen, and his face had turned dark.
This is no longer an issue for children to compete with each other, this is clearly a deliberate targeting, okay?
You are not good at drawing anything, but you want to draw Wu Song?
This is no longer targeting Xiao Chenyu, a child, but a provocation to the entire Xiao family!
This is something that absolutely cannot be tolerated! You must write it down and wait until reinforcements arrive to settle the accounts with Yang Haoran!
Time passed quickly, as Xiao Chenyu's brush left the paper and he took a long breath.
A majestic and vivid picture of a tiger climbing up the mountain was displayed before everyone's eyes.
If there is no comparison, just talking about a painting.
It is certainly remarkable and deserves great praise.
Even the people in the calligraphy and painting circles present nodded their heads and found nothing wrong with it.
He is worthy of being a disciple of Master Mo Yu, and he has at least obtained a few points of true inheritance.
Although Xiao Chenyu's painting does not reach the level of a master of calligraphy and painting, it is definitely above the level of ordinary people in the field of calligraphy and painting.
The layout and momentum, the painting skills and the use of ink are all worthy of praise.
Especially the tiger's eyes are full of enterprising and indomitable spirit.
The corners of Xiao Chenyu's mouth raised slightly, and he was very satisfied with this work.
Compared with the previous time he won the award, this time's work is obviously more mature.
Definitely a superb performance.
Xiao Chenyu even thought with regret that if the last competition could be like this, maybe he wouldn't be in second place.
But you can win the competition.
Compared with the teenagers in the entire Yuzhou City, they are at a level that is inferior to those in a remote and remote area like Qingchuan City.
Forgive her as a little bitch, but she can't compare to this level!
Thinking of this, Xiao Chenyu became more and more proud, and then he had time to pay attention to Fan Tingting.
Fan Tingting had also put away her paintbrush, almost at the same time as Xiao Chenyu.
Because Fan Tingting was not physically involved in the creation of calligraphy and painting, she had time to pay attention to Xiao Chenyu's situation.
When she realized that what Yang Haoran was going to paint was Wu Song, her inner emotions were very exciting.
He is truly the most powerful big brother. He can come up with such creative ideas. How awesome!
Xiao Chenyu looked up at the screen. His and Fan Tingting's works appeared side by side on the big screen.
I was a little confused when I first read it. A portrait?
Then when he looked carefully, Xiao Chenyu suddenly let out an exclamation.
"You actually drew Wu Song? Where is your tiger?"
Fan Tingting quickly took over the words: "Isn't the tiger at your place? The tiger I hit is your tiger!"
The originally quiet hall suddenly erupted into bursts of laughter.
But it soon stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at Xiao Qinghe with a gloomy expression in fear.
He quickly stopped his smile and acted serious.
They don't want to offend the Xiao family because of an attitude issue. That would be a big problem.
Xiao Chenyu's face turned red, and his emotions that had been stabilized suddenly burst out.
"Your drawing of Wu Song is of no use. We are competing on calligraphy and painting skills. The referee has the final say on who wins and who loses!"
The three referees coughed dryly and avoided Xiao Chenyu's gaze.
The three people murmured, and the oldest one stood up. Dongdong Novel
After looking around for a week, he cleared his throat.
Everyone in the hall fell silent, waiting for the referee's decision.
It would be okay if Xiao Chenyu wins, it can be considered a draw.
But if Xiao Chenyu loses, it will be great fun.
Everyone knew that Xiao Qinghe made such a big show just to show off his son's talents.
But in the end, it backfired and he made a wedding dress for someone else. Xiao Qinghe would definitely be furious.
Xiao Qinghe's face was gloomy. As the legitimate son of a wealthy family, the training he received since childhood was not much worse than that of Xiao Chenyu.
He still has certain attainments in calligraphy and painting, and he probably already knows the result without the three judges announcing the verdict.
It is precisely because of this that I become even more depressed and angry.
But he was by no means a person waiting to die, just as the referee was about to speak.
Xiao Qinghe suddenly said: "As a referee, it is best to make a comprehensive judgment.
This kind of thing has been going on since ancient times, and it is difficult to explain the merits and demerits of art clearly in one sentence.
Don't open your mouth and get yourself into trouble!"
Although he didn't say it clearly, the threat contained in these words was very strong.
The referee who was about to announce the result was shaken and became hesitant.
Xiao Qinghe sneered. He didn't believe that anyone would dare to risk offending the Xiao family to announce any real results.
The whole place was silent. Although he didn't speak, he kept cursing Xiao Qinghe in his heart.
This is simply a typical scoundrel, shameless!
What kind of competition is this? Wouldn’t it be better to just declare Xiao Chenyu the winner?
Zhu Mingyi frowned, but suddenly his eyes lit up and he thought of someone.
So he stood up and laughed loudly.
"Mr. Xiao is right, there is no first or second in martial arts, and it is indeed difficult to judge artistic things.
The judge needs to have a very high level of appreciation to be fair. So he must be cautious."
People around him immediately sneered. Unexpectedly, as a parent official, Zhu Mingyi actually spoke for Xiao Qinghe.
Yang Haoran watched Zhu Mingyi blink at him and smiled playfully. It seemed that it was not that simple.
Xiao Qinghe was overjoyed and nodded quickly.
"Master Zhu is absolutely right. This kind of judgment must be done with caution."
Zhu Mingyi smiled meaningfully: "Of course you have to be cautious, which requires the referee to be as heavy as possible.
One thing you probably don't know yet is that the famous calligraphy and painting master Gong Changli returned to our city of Qingchuan not long ago.
In order to prosper the chemical industry in Qingchuan City, Master Gong is providing guidance in the chemical department.
I will invite him to come here now, I believe no one will have any objections, right?"
"Master Gong Changli? One of the top ten calligraphers and painters in China! Has he returned to Qingchuan City?"
"Of course there is no problem. As Master Gong, no one will be dissatisfied with the judgment made."
The referee who was originally in a dilemma breathed a sigh of relief.
He quickly said: "In front of Master Gong, we are all students. If he can come, no one will doubt it."
Xiao Qinghe's expression was extremely complicated, as if he were a mute eating coptis and suffering indescribable pain.
Gong Changli is well-known throughout the country, so he naturally knows it too.
It is precisely because of knowing that I feel restless.
With Gong Changli's identity, there is no need to worry about the Xiao family.
Moreover, Gong Changli is a man of his word in the world of calligraphy and painting. If he makes a comment, it will be the final word.