Someone next to me took the initiative to hand over the ink pad and sneered: "Put your fingerprints on it, I'm not afraid you won't admit it."
Yang Haoran laughed, and without hesitation stretched out his right index finger and pressed it into the ink pad, and then pressed it on his name on the agreement.
There was a roar of laughter all around, and everyone looked at Yang Haoran with ridicule.
Ma Tingyou deliberately let out a sigh, looked at Fan Tingting and the four of them with slightly pitiful eyes, and kept shaking his head.
"It's a pity, it's a pity. If the four of them are really shortlisted based on their strength, it means they still have some talent in calligraphy and painting.
It's a pity that I met a teacher like you who misleads students. This life is ruined!"
Someone looked at Fan Tingting and the others and said bitterly: "You must remember what happened today clearly.
Don't complain about us people in the future. If you want to complain, complain about how you treat people unkindly.
I met an irresponsible liar teacher!"
Everyone laughed and looked at Yang Haoran and others as if they were watching a joke.
It is simply a fantasy that four little kids pass the audition at the same time.
Do you really think that qualifications for such an important event are nothing?
Even adults like them dare not say that they are absolutely sure.
Yang Haoran's psychological quality is so strong that he cannot make any waves at all.
Anyway, the auditions are about to begin, and facts are the best proof.
Fan Tingting and the others were extremely angry. They all puffed up their little faces and glared at the surroundings.
Sun Xiaoqi puffed out her chest and looked around without fear.
"You don't have to be proud, who are you looking down on?
I, a little girl, am blushing for you, are you ashamed?
Just wait and see, we will not lose, we will let you see that Teacher Yang is the best!"
Fan Tingting and others also echoed and spoke up. Although there were few people, they were full of momentum.
Ma Tingyou and others just laughed coldly and did not take these children seriously at all.
According to the announced process of the competition, a total of 100,000 applicants participated in the audition.
The 100,000 people were divided into 20 audition locations, with 5,000 people participating in each location.
In the final result, only 500 people were selected from 5,000 people to pass the audition and qualify for the preliminaries.
The probability of choosing one out of ten is extremely cruel.
It's no wonder that Ma Tingyou and others are very distrustful of Yang Haoran. The probability is really too low.
Soon, staff members entered the venue one after another, and the 5,000 people were once again divided into five sub-venues.
Because it is an audition, the rules of the competition are very simple.
All participants gathered in a branch room with no blind spots and were monitored to create works freely.
Then, through two stages of machine scoring and manual scoring, 5,000 works were comprehensively scored.
Based on the scores, the top 500 will be selected to qualify for the preliminaries.
Relatively speaking, this scoring mechanism and promotion system are quite fair.
Ma Tingyou was assigned to the third venue, and someone greeted him as soon as he entered the door.
"I heard that in order to participate in the competition, Brother Ma specially searched for famous teachers and put in a lot of effort.
This time I will definitely make it to the finals and make a name for myself."
Ma Tingyou smiled slightly: "With your good words, within a thousand names is exactly my goal."
While joking, everyone entered the venue. Jiangsu Learning Network.freyche
As a bell rang, the time in all venues was synchronized, and the audition officially began.
The venue fell silent for an instant, leaving only the sound of fiddling with pen and ink and the rustle of paper.
The time given to each person is two hours. As for what kind of calligraphy and painting works to create, it all depends on personal preference.
The reason why it is so long is mainly for the consideration of those who paint.
As for those who write calligraphy with calligraphy, it doesn’t take that long at all. Half an hour is enough.
Yang Haoran was regarded as an examiner and waited quietly outside the examination room.
A burst of chaotic footsteps came, and Yang Haoran looked up.
Accompanied by more than a dozen staff members, five people wearing judge badges on their chests walked into the venue.
Among the five judges, the youngest is probably in his forties, and the oldest has white hair and beard, and is probably about seventy years old.
A group of people were chatting and laughing, but it was surprising.
Because everyone saw that the youngest member of the judges was the most respected one, with him being the core.
"Master Dai is young, but his achievements are higher than those of us, which makes us feel ashamed!"
Li Tongyan, the oldest one, laughed and said to the youngest one.
Dai Mingli smiled slightly and quickly waved his hand.
"Teacher Li is laughing, what does my achievement mean? How dare you call yourself a master?
Calligraphy and painting are profound and profound, and I am just a primary school student.
Even in front of my teacher, I am the most useless one."
As soon as Dai Mingli mentioned his teacher, Li Tongyan and several others immediately stood in awe, and their eyes became respectful.
"Master Dai, there is no need to belittle yourself. How many people in China today dare to compare with your teacher, let alone you?
That is the truly recognized master-level figure. I heard that the master will appear this time, but I don’t know if it is true or not?”
The eyes of several people around him were intense, and they immediately fell on Dai Mingli.
Dai Mingli looked cautious: "I don't have exact information about this. If I want to come, I guess I have to wait until the finals."
A group of people sighed, praised, and laughed.
Yang Haoran just laughed when he heard this. The bad custom of complimenting each other in the world of calligraphy and painting really needs to be changed.
Anyone is called a master. Do you really regard the master as a cabbage?
Two hours passed quickly and all the contestants left the venue after hearing the bell.
But their expressions are different, some are proud and full of confidence.
Some people beat their chests and looked frustrated, obviously they did not perform well.
No one left, because there is an intelligent machine doing the first round of screening, so the scoring process will not be too long.
Everyone wanted to know the results as soon as possible, so naturally they were reluctant to leave.
Fan Tingting and the others returned to Yang Haoran, all a little nervous.
Yang Haoran smiled slightly: "How was it? Did you perform well?"
Fan Tingting hummed: "What I painted is a welcoming pine. It's generally good, but I still made a mistake in handling the final details."
Yang Haoran smiled indifferently: "The audition selection is not so strict. As long as there are no problems in general, you will definitely pass."
At this time, an extremely harsh sound came.
"Humph, what a loud tone!
Whether you can pass or not depends on the machine score and the judges' opinions. It doesn't matter what you say. Do you really regard yourself as a character?"
Yang Haoran frowned and looked, and then he was relieved. It turned out to be Ma Tingyou.