"I think whoever is the first is the first, and who dares not accept it?"

Faced with Wu Wenshan's words, everyone in the manor nodded. Master Wu, as the number one person in Jinling Painting, naturally has the qualification to be proud.

As for Zhao Yuanliang's behavior of getting involved, everyone turned a blind eye. After all, the Zhao family in Jinling can be said to be a wealthy family among the wealthy families. Who dares to say that they are not a word?

...

It was 2:30 p.m.

Ye Chen and the parents present entered a lounge under the arrangement of the art museum. Except for Li Yongmin, the other parents were restless and nervous, obviously thinking about whether their children could stand out in the competition.

Only Ye Chen and Li Yongmin seemed very relaxed.

The girl Qianqian looked in from time to time and said nervously: "Big brother, can Mengmeng sister get the certificate?"

Her words naturally attracted the attention of others. For a moment, countless eyes were turned to Ye Chen.

"Believe that your cute sister can not only get it, but also a first prize." Ye Chen nodded with a smile.

Although he had never really seen his daughter draw.

But he still believed it.

Because that was his Ye Nankuang's daughter.

Although he doesn't know how to draw!

But he still knows that painting pays attention to a person's spatial three-dimensionality, eyesight and ability to capture art.

My daughter took elixirs as candy and made great improvements in all aspects, just like the little guy kicked the football with one kick last time.

After taking so many pills, if she could not win among her peers, then Ye Chen should question his level of alchemy.

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup on her face could not help but sneer: "Listen to you, can your daughter win first?"

"Miss Shen Fang is right. Brother, don't talk too slowly. Whoever can come to participate in this competition is not outstanding in school?"

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses followed and said with a flaunt, "Take my Yang Yejia child as an example, he learned to draw at the age of three. For this reason, I also invited a professor of the Department of Fine Arts of Tiannan University to give me personal advice."

"That's right, I also said that my daughter can win the first place!"

“…”

For a moment, the entire rest hall was filled with smell of gunpowder, all of which were boasting about their children, or mocking Ye Chen for his promises.

Ye Chen smiled, but didn't mind. After all, children compete with their fathers, and parents will compare with each other, which is in line with human nature.

"Everyone's children are good."

Li Yongmin smiled and took the initiative to help Ye Chen: "I think my little fat man has no life and no ability. Today I will force him to come, just to let him see the world."

In Li Yongmin's opinion, although the fatty Li Erguo has a bit of talent in painting, he doesn't look like a painter at all. Although he usually beats and scolds the fatty, his inner thoughts of the fatty are to let the flow.

"Dingling!"

Just as I was talking, a ringtone came from inside.

"The competition is about to begin!"

I don’t know who said that, and the entire rest hall suddenly became quiet. All parents couldn’t help looking at a large screen in front of them. The picture on it happened to be the competition site.

It was a hall covering an area of ​​about 200 square meters. The hall was crowded with people at this time, most of which were children from all over the country, with about 100 people, and there were three judges sitting on the platform.

"That's my child Xiaohai."

"Come on Xiaomu, mom believes in you!"

“…”

Many parents were so excited that they couldn't help cheering after seeing their children appear in the video.

Ye Chen also laughed.

He also saw Mengmeng. This girl was standing behind Cang Shuxue with the fat little boy Li Erguo. Compared to the other children's serious appearance, the two little guys actually looked indifferent and were even talking whisperingly.

Seeing this, Li Yongmin couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "When is this little bastard still in his mind to whisper? When I come out, I'll see if I don't smash your butt!"

The seven-year-old boy from the Zhao family was surrounded by stars like stars, holding a mobile phone in his hand and playing games proudly on his face.

"Hello, children and the team teachers!"

A woman wearing a cheongsam walked out with a microphone in her hand: "The theme of today's painting competition is 'science fiction'. You are the new generation of the country. Your wisdom and imagination determine the development path of the world. As the saying goes, a strong young man means a strong Chinese country."

"So please create a painting on the spot around the theme of 'Science Fiction', which is limited to 30 minutes. Whispering is prohibited during the period. The painting form is mainly imagination, and there are no painting materials, and there are painting tools on site. Staff will be distributed to you later."

As the applause fell, several staff members in uniform began to distribute painting tools, and all the participating children sat down one by one under the arrangement of the team teacher.

"Dingling!"

"The competition begins!"

A woman in the judges rang the bell.

The whole scene suddenly became quiet, and all the children began to conceive one after another. The picture looked like the college entrance examination.

Even the fat little fat Li Erguo pinched his chin and made a meditation look with a bitter face. He cursed the bullshit judges secretly and did not turn the theme into something related to food, but insisted on making science fiction.

I don’t know if Mengmeng thought about drawing.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Mengmeng in the back row, but saw Mengmeng pick up the crayon and start drawing, as if she had already thought about it.

"This...this..."

The little fat man's mouth was wide open.

Art teacher Cang Shuxue was secretly anxious: "Mengmeng, this is a regular competition. Is there only one chance? At least you think it through and draw it. Didn't the teacher remind you?"

She thought Mengmeng was afraid that she would not have enough time, so she hurriedly started writing without thinking.

This scene was also seen by many people. Everyone was startled and then sneered secretly, even the three judges on the judges' seat were no exception.

The parents waiting outside couldn't help but look at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen smiled but said nothing.

at the same time.

Inside the manor on the back mountain of Jinling Art Museum, several powerful people from the art world also paid attention to the competition scene through the big screen.

When I saw Mengmeng being the first to paint, many people shook their heads: "Writing is about calmness and being so impetuous, it is destined to have no future in the future!"

As the number one person in Jinling Painting, Wu Wenshan closed his eyes and rested, as if he was indifferent to everything.

After all, when he reaches his level, there are only a few people who can compete with him in painting in the world, so how can he be interested in the competition between children?

If it weren't for Zhao Yang from the Zhao family, he wouldn't have come today.

And at this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed: "Look, what is that girl drawing?"

...

(ps: Chapter 1, and, the reason why I broke up in the past two days is because I have eaten something bad, had a stomachache, and I feel exhausted. I apologize to everyone, and I will make up for the chapters I owe.)
Chapter completed!