Even if Jie Wanyan is not a true genius, he is not stupid either.
When I hear these words, I feel like there is something wrong with me.
But the words have already been said like this. If he backs down now, not to mention the difficulty of explaining it in front of the fans, even Huo Xian behind him may chew him alive.
He had no choice but to go up there. If he couldn't draw self-hypnosis, he certainly couldn't draw meekness and gentleness either.
Are you kidding me? No matter how smart he is, isn't he just a five-year-old kid?
After all, he has received nine years of compulsory education and is about to take the college entrance examination.
The pen and notebook were handed into the hands of Wanyan.
The camera specifically showed two close-ups, one on his hands and one on his face.
The picture seemed to be still for a moment.
Jie Wanyan stared at Wen Wen and the ghost-drawing symbols on the paper.
Unlike other children, Wen Wenhe doesn't have a single totem to draw on one page. He has eighteen so-called totems all squeezed into one piece of paper.
The lines are so messy that it’s really hard to tell what he’s dancing about.
After a few seconds, Xie Wanyan turned around and looked back at the screen.
"I, can I compare it?" He asked Uncle Li, "This is not my painting in the first place. Can I compare it and see?"
Uncle Li was embarrassed for a second, then nodded decisively: "Okay."
In the live broadcast room, no viewers have added totems yet.
Everyone is questioning meekness and pure graffiti.
And if he really wasn't a graffiti artist, the difficulty level... the program team thought it would be okay to lower it a little for Xie Wanyan.
The place was quiet again.
Xie Wanyan held a picture album in one hand and a pen in the other. Sometimes he looked up at the screen, sometimes he looked down at the ghost drawing symbols on the notebook.
His hands were gesticulating from time to time, and his mouth seemed to be mumbling something.
It looks like that, but actually, well...it doesn't do anything.
After several minutes, Xie Wanyan shook his head several times and let out a laugh.
"Well, there really isn't any pattern to this, Shun He, are you really painting seriously?" He turned to ask Wen Shun He, and the smile on his face was one part embarrassed, one part questioning, one part angry, and one part panicked.
It must be graffiti, it must be.
He looked at them with both eyes and couldn't see any relationship between them and the totem on the screen.
"Shunhe has very serious paintings," Wen Shunhe opened his innocent-looking eyes wide, "Brother Wanyan, don't be humble, I will give it to you if you add it. Don't be afraid that Shunhe will be sad."
Xie Wanyan's current problem is not whether he is afraid of being meek and sad.
But he himself is feeling sad now!
His mind is now more chaotic than the pictures that Meek and he drew.
What was he going to say, that he couldn't add anyone?
With his meekness and his appearance, it seems that he really has some content. If he didn't have any content, Xie Wanyan really plans to beat this guy up after the show ends.
Playing with him!
No, this is not just playing with him, but also playing with the entire program team and all the viewers watching the show!
"I can't add anything." After a lot of confusion in his mind, Jie Wanyan finally choked out these five words.
It's very frustrating, but there's really nothing I can do about it.
"Jie Wanyan can't even join you?" Ling Yihan went online again in a strange way, "Isn't it possible? Aren't you a genius academic master? Isn't that what you have, your IQ is 150?"
"Why..." He paused and looked at Wen Shunhe, "Xiao Shunhe is five years old this year, right?"
Nodding meekly and obediently.
"Oh my God, our little Shunhe's IQ can't be higher than 150, right?"
Everyone: "..."
I didn't know for a moment whether he was praising meeksha or mocking Xie Wanyan.
I just secretly warned myself not to offend Ling Yihan in the future during the program.
This person is crazy and the identification is complete.
The key is that this madman's family is richest in the world and no one can control it.
Ling Yihan said that he was afraid of a bird. If this stupid show didn't return his Ling Bao to his partner for one day, he would be in a weird mood for the entire show.
What's more, since Xiao Lingbao took the initiative to add meekness and warmth to the totem, then meekness and harmony will definitely be added to it.
He just couldn't stand the three people in Team B.
A fake academic master, an old witch, and a scumbag actor.
Three people cannot write a good calligraphy together.
"Xiao Shunhe, the totem you drew is still yours. Come here." Uncle Li handed the pen that Xie Wanyan returned to Wen Shunhe again.
On the other side, Jie Wanyan shook his head at Wan Hong and Huo Xian who asked him questions with their eyes.
I really can't tell, it's not that he is modest.
He is a little calmer now, and has decided that Meek and Ming must be scribbles.
Yes, he was the one who drew graffiti.
This kid, even though he is only five years old, is definitely very evil.
Wen Wenhe held the pen and pursed his lips.
He was looking up to say something.
Little Lingbao stood on tiptoes and looked at his notebook: "Brother Shunhe, you draw."
As soon as her words reached Wen Wenhe's ears, the malice that had just risen in his heart was instantly suppressed, and the pen in his hand fell straight down as if it had its own thoughts.
When he came to his senses, the pen tip had already fallen.
In my heart, I wanted to draw something, but when I thought of little Lingbao’s shining eyes...
I trembled docilely and unconsciously, and the last bit of evil thoughts were crushed into powder.
The scene became quiet again.
Only the lens moves slightly with the gentle tip of the pen.
I don’t know how many seconds passed before the first person finally let out an exclamation.
"Oh wow-"
"Wow--" Others also exclaimed as if they were infected.
Meekness and not every totem are added.
He only added one addition, only one addition in total...
Starting from putting pen to paper, just like drawing random circles on a picture, from left to right, top to bottom, and then bottom to top...
He didn't stop at this stroke.
However, everyone gradually saw some familiar totem patterns from the original messy lines on the paper...
One stroke ends.
Meek and put down the pen.
"I'm done."
He suddenly felt so boring.
It's so boring.
There was no turmoil in his heart at all, it was the kind of calm he hated.
I no longer want to pretend, and I no longer want to act.
If he hadn't thought that this variety show wouldn't be as boring as the orphanage, he wouldn't have worked hard to get selected.
But now, this place is as boring as the orphanage.
However, opposite him, there was a large group of adults with their mouths wide open, too shocked to speak.
There was also a barrage that was instantly cleared by his god-like skills.
"You... Shunhe, you..." Uncle Li was scratching his hair, "Photographer, please play it back, can you play it back for everyone to see? The process of Shunhe's painting just now, please play back... Oh my god, it's so exciting!
"
"You play it back for everyone to see first!"
The replay was also a sudden explosion of requests from viewers in the comment section.