80s good life

Fang Manman is very leisurely. She finished her work in two and a half hours.

Because her drawing speed is very fast, as long as she has a clear pattern in her mind, she only needs to draw it, so three hours is more than enough for her.

"Next, all the contestants will stay in the villa for two nights. They are not allowed to communicate with the outside world. The second rematch will start tomorrow morning. The ranking of the finals will be announced tomorrow night. Now you can go to dinner." After the receptionist finished, After clapping my palms twice, I asked the staff to take the players to rest and have lunch.

Cheng Ping, on the other hand, followed Fang Manman not too far away, with complicated eyes.

After Fang Manman finished his lunch and went back to the dormitory where he was resting, he glanced casually out of the corner of his eyes, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Is that Tang Chen?No way?

Before, she clearly told Tang Chen to go back and not wait for her here.

After all, she herself doesn't know how long the competition will last, so there is absolutely no need for Tang Chen to stay here.

Fang Manman subconsciously walked towards him.

After approaching, she confirmed that it was indeed Tang Chen.

"Tang Chen, why haven't you gone back yet? And even entered here?" This should be the resting place for the contestants, right?

Hearing her voice, Tang Chen looked back at her with a gentle expression: "The game is over?"

"Well, but I need to stay for two days, and I have another exam tomorrow. The results will be announced at night, and the final will be after that." Fang Manman couldn't help but feel sad when he said this.

"Come on, I'm going back later, I'll pick you up the morning after tomorrow." Tang Chen said softly.

Fang Manman nodded obediently, and asked suspiciously: "But how did you get in?"

"The Tang family owns shares in this villa. This competition is held in the villa. As Shaodong, of course I can come in." Tang Chen rubbed Fang Manman's head and explained.

Hearing this, Fang Manman suddenly realized, but remembering what the receptionist said before, she squeezed Tang Chen's palm: "The staff told us not to contact other people, you should go back."

The corners of Tang Chen's mouth curled slightly, and he suddenly reached out and hugged her.

Fang Manman was stunned for a moment, and before she could react at all, Tang Chen reported that she was full of her arms, and she had no time to struggle.

Soon, Tang Chen let her go: "Then I'm leaving."

"Well, be careful on the road."

Tang Chen took a deep look at her, turned and left the villa.

Fang Manman stayed where she was, quietly watching Tang Chen's figure disappear, then she looked away and went back to the room, feeling a little bit reluctant for Tang Chen to leave.

Sixty contestants, one room for each two, are allocated rooms according to the ranking of the primary election.

Fang Manman returned to the room and found that there was already a girl inside, who was No.2 in the primary election.

"Hello, I'm Fang Manman." Fang Manman greeted politely.

Who knew that No.2 glanced at her coldly, lifted the quilt and lay on the bed, with his back to Fang Manman, showing Fang Manman's dislike by his body.

Seeing this, the corners of Fang Manman's mouth twitched slightly, a little speechless.

She could tell that this contestant didn't want to have too much contact with her, so Fang Manman simply posted it with no enthusiasm.

She turned back to her bed and lay down to rest.

Although the competition does not waste physical energy, it is a waste of mental energy, and in order to save time, she dare not allow herself to make a little mistake in drawing.

After all, erasing and redrawing will not only break the train of thought, but also waste time.

She closed her eyes, and after a while, Fang Manman fell into a deep sleep.

The next day arrived.

The second rematch was the same as yesterday's request, except that the theme was changed from "snow" to "night".

Today, Fang Manman failed to finish the painting ahead of time, but happened to be stuck at the end of the beating of the gong, and finished the last stroke.

At the end of the second rematch, Fang Manman returned to the room with a relaxed mind and body, and lay down to catch up on sleep. No matter what the result was, she had done her best.

Do your best and listen to the destiny, let the judges judge the result.

But Fang Manman felt that her name should not be too low.

In the evening, clouds are all over the sky.

The villa's radio sounded and reached the ears of all the players.

"All contestants come to the exhibition hall and announce the results of the competition!" The broadcast repeated three times.

Fang Manman was lying on the bed, when she heard the radio, she immediately got up from the bed.

When she was about to go out, she found that No.2 was still sleeping. After a moment of hesitation, she turned around and came to her bed, and gently pushed her shoulder: "Get up."

No.2 woke up, glared at Fang Manman with a fierce expression, and said in an unhappy tone, "What's the matter?"

"Just now the broadcast asked all the contestants to gather in the exhibition hall. Get up quickly, I'm leaving first." After reminding her, Fang Manman turned and left.

No.2 hasn't woken up yet, a little dazed.

When she realized the meaning of Fang Manman's words, she suddenly rolled over from the bed.

Fang Manman soon came to the exhibition hall and found that many people had arrived.

She involuntarily looked at the place where the works were pasted before, and noticed with sharp eyes that the works in the audition had disappeared, because there were a few positions that impressed her deeply.

Now the walls are replaced by other works.

It didn't take long for the players to arrive.

The receptionist came in front of the contestants with a booklet in his hand: "Next, I will call the person whose name is called, come here to get your number plate, which is your proof of entering the final."

After the words fell, the receptionist opened the roster in his hand and called out names one by one.

Fang Manman silently counted the names and found that only thirty people were selected this time.

And the remaining [-] contestants lost the selection and failed to enter the finals.

After listening to the results, there are not a few people who cried on the spot.

At this time, a sharp voice sounded, with strong doubts: "Why did we lose the election?"

There are still a few eliminated people echoing: "I also want to know why!"

The receptionist was not very surprised by this situation, and said calmly: "Okay, come with me, I will show you the works of the selected candidates, and you will understand."

There is no harm if there is no comparison. Only by knowing how good others are, those who are not selected can concentrate on creating and become more powerful.

Unsuccessful, those who were unsuccessful followed the receptionist to the room where the works were displayed in the exhibition hall.

"The works in the first column are the works of the first round of the preliminary competition, and the second column is the second round. In the opposite showcase are the works of the top three." The receptionist left this sentence and glanced at them one by one. Everyone's expressions.

Those who lost the selection couldn't wait to come to the front of other people's works and start to observe.

After watching a circle of works, and then came to the top three works, all the losers were silent.

If they were allowed to choose, the documents posted on the wall are indeed excellent, and they cannot compare.