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Not long after, the competition officially started. There were more than 100 contestants, all of whom were selected talents who could enter the competition.

It's just that compared with previous years, there are too many fewer people.That's why the committee organizes this competition.

They just want to select some people who like ink painting to pass it on, and they want more people to know about it.

The first question is a question posed by the organizing committee, allowing the contestants to draw the growth state of the grass in their own way.

Although the title is simple, the things to be drawn are also simple, but to draw the shape of grass and the soul in it is the most difficult of all.

Look at the interpretation of the artists.

At this time, there were not many people directly, only tens of thousands of people were watching, but there were quite a lot of comments.

"Is this competition serious? It's such a simple question, I don't think it's as professional as it was a few years ago."

"That's right, after waiting for so long, let us come to see a group of people draw a piece of grass. Why don't you let me draw it? It may be better than what they draw."

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand before. You can draw anything about art. Can your paintings compare with others' professional ones?"

"Painting is all about form and soul. What do you know?"

"Just watch quietly and don't comment."

"I also want to see what kind of shape a piece of grass can have. Is it worth two hours?"

"Ink painting looks simple, but it is really difficult to draw. It's a pity that I don't have this talent."

"Just look at it, don't talk."

No matter what kind of quarrel the people on the Internet make, the people in the competition will not be able to see it.

They sat in their seats, holding the competition in their hands intently, expressing their opinions.

Wen Qiao was not like others, who immediately started to paint after hearing the topic, but was thinking about something with a paintbrush.

Others have already painted halfway, or some people have finished, but her paper is still blank.

Ji Jing saw that she hadn't moved all this time, so she was a little puzzled: "Wen Qiao, what is she doing, why is she still not moving?"

Song Jinyan took a look and snorted coldly: "I told her that she can't do it, just her three-legged cat painter? I guess she is scared, and her mind is blank, right?"

"What a disgrace to our gallery."

Many people on the Internet have noticed Wen Qiao, and they have been wondering why this young lady is motionless.

Yan Xi, who was sitting in the judges' seat, curled his lips and sneered, thinking in his heart that he thought that Wen Qiao could give her such a big surprise, but he didn't expect to be so vulnerable.

Such a simple topic can be passed by just drawing two pictures. She still has to think about it for a long time.

Just like that, he still wanted to rob Gu Moshen from her.

Originally, she wanted to cooperate with other judges to get Wen Qiao down, but now it seems that she doesn't need to waste this effort, it's superfluous.

Just when they were all complacent and looked down on Wen Qiao, Wen Qiao suddenly started writing.

Her actions attracted everyone's attention, and the camera even took the initiative to find her position and follow up with close shots.

After 10 minutes, her paintings were astonishing and full of admiration, and even heard the sound of gasping at the scene, which made people reluctant to take their eyes off.

"This little sister's painting is too vivid. Just a small grass made her look like she couldn't live."

"Although this painting has no color at all, it has already shown me that after it rushed out of the land, it was covered with green spring."

"This painting makes people imagine endlessly. He is not only the life of Xiaocao, but also the life of ordinary people like us."

"Is this painting for sale? I bought it."

What Wen Qiao drew was a small grass that was crushed under a huge boulder. It passed through layers of difficulties, and finally it was covered with grass.

Ink painting has no color, only gray and white, but it feels full of vitality.It is even more colorful than its original color.

In the end, without doubt, Wen Qiao successfully entered the second match.

But this angered those who wanted to see her make a fool of herself, especially Song Jinyan and Yan Xi.

Originally, they were all ready to give up, but they didn't expect Wen Qiao's ability to be so strong. They underestimated Wen Qiao's ability.

She is really unexpected.

It was they who underestimated the enemy.

Gu Moshen, who had been waiting in the car outside the venue, watched the live broadcast with his mobile phone.

She was not surprised that Wen Qiao could enter the preliminary round, and she would definitely win the next one, he believed in her.

Throwing the phone to Lu Xi, Gu Moshen opened the door and got off the car.

During the intermission, Wen Qiao went to the bathroom, and Song Jinyan followed.

Like Wen Qiao, she also entered the second time.

"This is just the beginning, don't be too happy, the first question is so simple, anyone can pass it."

Wen Qiao gave a light oh, didn't pay much attention to her, lowered her head and rubbed her hands with soap.

There was some ink on it when I was just painting, but it was washed off quickly.

Song Jinyan felt that her attitude was too perfunctory and arrogant, so she couldn't help but increase her voice: "Wen Qiao, don't be too complacent. There are still two games to come, let's wait and see."

"The champion of this competition is absolutely impossible to be yours. Senior Yanxi said that she will not let you win and leave."

Wen Qiao paused for a moment, and read the word Yanxi in her heart, with a playful expression on her face: "Okay, let's wait and see. Let's see how capable your senior Yanxi is."

"Everyone depends on their ability. I hope you can still say such things by then."

After Wen Qiao finished speaking and left without looking back, Song Jinyan also walked out angrily.

At this time, the door of the compartment was pushed open, and Yan Xi walked out from inside.

She washed her hands, touched up her makeup in front of the mirror, and then walked out slowly.

At the door of the toilet, Wen Qiao stood at the corner of the corridor.

The reason why she stood here was to wait for Yanxi to come out.

Because before she went into the bathroom, I watched her go in with my own eyes.

But when she was talking to Song Jinyan, she never came out.

So Wen Qiao concluded that Yan Xi had just overheard her conversation with Song Jinyan.

Yan Xi glanced at her indifferently, walked past her with his head down and playing with his mobile phone, trying to pretend he didn't see her.

Wen Qiao called her to stop: "Senior Yanxi, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Yan Xi put his hands behind his back and said with a smile, "What are you talking about? I wish you a smooth race, come on?"

"You are a student participating in the competition, and I am the judge of the competition. I think it is better for us to keep a distance, otherwise people will misunderstand the fairness of this competition."

"Does senior Yanxi still care about this?" Wen Qiao said with a smile: "Anyway, with you here, I can't win the championship, can I?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, I just know that I will be fair and just in this game and will not do anything unethical."

"Really? Then I hope Senior Yanxi can do what he says."