"You said that the colors restored in the photo are still different from the original painting. So if we take photos and study them later, will they still be useful?"

His companion paused, thinking for a long time before saying, "Even if the colors are different, we can still study the painting details inside."

"That's right."

"What are you looking at?" Wei Zhiqian saw Tan Mo looking around, as if he was looking for someone.

"I'm looking to see if there are any older people who look like cultured people or artists. They might be from the Calligraphy and Painting Association and come here to cause trouble." Tan Mo said in a low voice.

While talking, he continued to watch.

Wei Zhiqian has not used his abilities so far.

Hearing Tan Mo mention it, he pricked his ears and said, "I'll listen carefully. If it's someone from the Calligraphy and Painting Association who's here to disrupt things, there will definitely be some discussion about it."

"Yes, I almost forgot about your ability." Tan Mo felt relieved now.

However, since there was nothing else to do for the time being, Tan Mo continued to observe the people looking at the paintings in the exhibition area.

We did manage to lock onto a few suspicious targets.

There are five people who always stay together and never separate.

Three men and two women.

A man wearing a baseball cap is looking at a painting with his hands behind his back.

A man in a black coat was pointing at the painting and saying something.

There was also a man wearing a down jacket, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the painting.

The other two women, one with her hair in a bun and the other in a low ponytail, were chatting about something.

These five people look about the same age, around forty years old.

Their expressions were all very serious.

As Tan Mo was watching, he heard Wei Zhiqian's voice, "Do you see those five people over there? Three men and two women, all around forty years old. From what I heard about their conversation, they sound like people from the Calligraphy and Painting Association. They're discussing something while finding fault with Jinyi's painting."

"What a coincidence, they were the ones I suspected just now." Tan Mo said.

"Hmm?" Wei Zhiqian lowered his head, his eyes curved with a smile.

He put his arm around Tan Mo's waist and said with a smile, "We two have such a tacit understanding that even our goals of suspecting others are the same."

"But, I was able to hear their conversation. How did you figure it out?" Wei Zhiqian asked curiously.

"Look at their expressions," Tan Mo said. "When I see others looking at paintings, there are discussions and careful observations. But careful observation is obviously different from the expression of wanting to find fault. These people are observing with a critical look. Even if they are not members of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, at least they are not coming with good intentions."

Wei Zhiqian nodded. "Let's see what they plan to do first. Once we have a target, it'll be easy. We just need to keep an eye on them."

"Yeah." Tan Mo and Wei Zhiqian paid attention to the five people.

At this time, a teacher came over with a group of students.

"Come, let's take a look at the painting in the middle first." The teacher walking in front said through the headset.

Her students also wore headsets on their ears.

As long as their team does not go too far and stays together, they can communicate through headsets.

This will prevent teachers from speaking loudly so that students can hear them, or from making loud noises with microphones and loudspeakers, which will disturb others.

The teacher uses a headset and speaks quietly, but the students can still hear him.

If students have questions, they can also provide timely feedback to the teacher through the headset.

"Everyone has probably studied this painting before through the opening theme song for Broken Continent and the original painting photos released on Weibo. We even spent an entire class discussing it," the teacher said. "Now, we can finally see the original painting."

"I won't express my opinion yet. Everyone should observe the original painting and what are your own thoughts?" said the teacher.

"I found that the color of the distant mountains is lighter than in the photo. As for the color of the nearby foot of the mountain, I originally thought it was a cyan close to black through the photo, but now I see the original painting, it seems very different. This cyan, although also close to black, is not as dark as navy blue, nor as green as ink blue. It seems to be a color between navy blue, ink blue and indigo, which is very subtle." said a student.

"Not bad." The teacher nodded appreciatively. "Your observations are very detailed."

"I can feel the wind in this original painting," another student said. "Master Tan seems to have painted the wind. But how did he do it? Is it the color of the wind?"

"Master Tan is amazing! It's much more stunning than the original photo he posted on Weibo. I really want to take a magnifying glass and take a closer look." A boy sighed in frustration, "But it's impossible."

The teacher smiled and was about to speak when a stern voice interrupted him.

"Just talking about everything, do you think you deserve to be called a master?" The middle-aged man in the baseball cap sneered in disdain as soon as he heard what they said.

"As long as you draw well and reach a certain level, you can be called a master." A student retorted, "If you have reached the level of a master in talking about art, why can't you be called a master?"

"You know he's reached that level?" the man scoffed. "You're just a student, you've only just learned the basics, and you think you can judge his level?"

The man sneered and said, "You can actually tell and paint the color of the wind."

"When I heard this, I knew how unprofessional the person who said it was and how he knew nothing!" the middle-aged man said mercilessly.

These children are all thirteen or fourteen years old, and some are even younger.

After hearing what the middle-aged man said, the girl who had spoken earlier blushed crimson and looked embarrassed as if she was about to cry.

The teacher quickly stood in front of the students and said, "You're right. These students are still young and haven't been learning for long. They've only been seriously studying painting for two or three years, so they can't compare to those painters who have been immersed in it for more than ten years, or even decades. However, although they lack experience, they still have a sense of aesthetic taste. They can tell the quality of a painting and do their best to observe details."

"You may have decades of experience painting, or perhaps even decades of experience, or perhaps you're a renowned connoisseur, but there's really no need to belittle someone who's only been learning for a few years," the teacher said coldly. "Everyone's been through this phase. How does your ability compare to these kids?"

The middle-aged man looked very unhappy when he was confronted by the teacher.

With a cold face, he tried to argue, "Why are you so indiscriminately criticizing me? What did I belittle? Have I ever belittled them?"

"I'm just saying that since they have just started learning and don't have enough appreciation ability, there is no need to call Tan Jinyi a master!" said the middle-aged man.