Chapter 604: The Game Begins, Sister Yue Enters Meditation (Part 1)
Naohara Hamasaki: "I give up."
The whole audience was in an uproar.
"He really admitted it?"
"Is there a better way than admitting defeat?"
“That’s true…”
If you don't know, you don't know. If you can't answer, you can't answer. Just kill it directly without any room for struggle or sophistry.
The delegation seated——
The representative of Country R looked extremely unhappy.
The Huaxia representative on the side chatted and laughed with Hu Yongwei: "Student Jiang is indeed excellent. He is well-educated and knowledgeable. I have never seen such a talented child."
Hu Yongwei nodded. "The school also attaches great importance to the development of Jiang. They have arranged classes like physics competition classes and math Olympiad classes for him."
"Are these the only two classes?"
Well……
The Huaxia representative asked, "I heard she won a gold medal at the IOI. The IOI is an information science competition, right?"
"Yes, that's right. However, due to funding issues, No. 1 Middle School hasn't yet opened an information competition training class, so..."
"Not open?! Then what about Jiang?"
Hu Yongwei smiled awkwardly: "I taught myself."
"Self-study..." The Chinese representative's brows furrowed when he heard this. "How can that be possible? If you really have talent in this area, but the school can't provide the corresponding conditions, then wouldn't that delay your studies?"
"Mr. Jiang is self-taught, but we can't expect everyone to be able to do what Mr. Jiang did, right?"
Hu Yongwei nodded quickly and responded repeatedly.
"Therefore, we must not only strengthen competition training, but also comprehensively develop all disciplines. Only in this way can we fully tap into students' potential and develop their talents. Time waits for no one. Youth is precious to every child. If we don't provide them with as many opportunities as possible at the appropriate time, then the children trained under China's current education system may be born with deficiencies."
And how much acquired effort is needed to make up for the innate deficiencies?
It would be fine if it could be made up for, but I am afraid that it cannot be made up for, and then the child is destined to be mediocre for the rest of his life.
"As for the funding issue..." The Chinese representative paused.
Hu Yongwei immediately pricked up his ears.
"When I return to the capital this time, I will report this to the higher-ups and have it implemented as soon as possible."
"Thank you for your trouble." The old principal was very grateful.
I didn’t expect to have such a harvest, it’s such a pleasant surprise!
…
After a ten-minute break, the final event, “Drawing the Game”, begins.
Due to time constraints, it is not realistic to paint on the spot, so I changed it to - appreciation!
Judge: "Now projecting are two groups of paintings, each with four pieces, all from this year's New Youth Heming Cup Modern Painting category. Since the competition has not yet concluded, the organizers have implemented very strict confidentiality measures for each work, so no evaluation or appreciation of these two groups of paintings can be found on the entire internet."
There is one more thing the reviewer didn't mention.
In fact, these two groups of paintings are the candidates for the first and second place in the final selection vote, but the jury is in a dilemma as to who will win and who will runner-up. The support rate is 50-50, and now they are still deadlocked and arguing endlessly.
The rankings are about to be announced, but there is still no conclusion.
How about...
Let these two children express their opinions and see if they can get some new ideas and perspectives, which can also provide some reference for the judging panel of the Heming Cup.
"Attention! When appreciating these two sets of paintings, I want to hear your clear opinions, not ambiguities. To be frank, I want you to rank the two sets of paintings as superior or inferior, and write down your reasons on the whiteboard in front of you."
"The countdown is fifteen minutes, start now!"
Following the order, Hamasaki Naohara started writing immediately.
Jiang Fuyue didn't move, but just stared at the two sets of paintings projected on the screen, with a thoughtful look on his face.
Look at those two groups of paintings again——
The first group is titled "Blind".
The first painting shows two clasped hands, one white and slender, the other dark and rough. It is not difficult to tell that they are a man and a woman, and judging from the posture of their handshake, they are probably a couple.
The second picture shows a garden surrounded by greenery. A beautiful girl covers her lips in surprise, while opposite her, a man kneels on one knee with a ring in his hand, proposing to the girl.
The artist is very skillful in handling the details of the characters, whether it is the girl covering her lips in surprise or her slightly red and tearful eyes, all are handled very well.
One glance makes you smell the sweetness of love, just like the flowers in the garden.
However, due to the perspective, only the girl's facial expression was shown, and only the back of the man kneeling down to propose was shown.
The third picture has a church as the background. The girl is wearing a beautiful wedding dress and holding a bouquet, becoming a bride-to-be.
Only the girl appears in this painting, and the male protagonist is not in it.
The fourth picture, here comes the point!
This is also the biggest reversal of this group of paintings——
A newlywed couple walked hand in hand into the sacred hall and stood in front of the priest. The girl was still smiling, immersed in the sweetness of love, but the groom next to her had turned into a devil, with ferocious fangs showing. Behind him was a spreading blood-red background, and in the distance was endless darkness. Several bloody hands stretched out from the smoke.
The more beautiful the first three paintings are, the stronger the impact of the last one will be.
The audience began to discuss——
"What the hell! This isn't a love story, it's a horror story, right?"
"After watching it, I only have one thought, which is to make the bride run away!"
"What exactly does the author want to say? Isn't it just to scare everyone?"
"It felt very negative, and my heart felt heavy after watching it."
"Is the author trying to satirize all men nowadays as devils? Map guns? Or are they just country bitches?"
“…”
Next is the second group of paintings, titled "School Uniforms".
The theme is also love.
The first painting is a campus boulevard. Boys and girls in school uniforms are pushing bicycles facing the setting sun. Their backs are bathed in the golden afterglow, and their shadows are elongated. They are walking home together after school.
The second picture is still of the campus boulevard. Boys and girls in school uniforms are no longer pushing bicycles, but holding hands.
The third picture is still of the campus boulevard, but the boy and girl are no longer wearing school uniforms. There is a distance between them, and their backs look strange and distant.
The fourth picture is still of the campus boulevard. There is a little kid between the boy and girl, and in the distance are students leaving get out of class.
"Ah! I get it. It's about them going from classmates to lovers, then arguing, then reconciling, and finally having a baby. What a happy ending."
"It looks so warm, with golden sunshine, a simple and pristine campus, and the scent of green grass from first love."
"Damn, this makes me want to fall in love too! The kind that buys me breakfast and helps me with homework. Is there anyone who would be my girlfriend?"
"Tie Zhuang is coming with a twenty-meter-long sword, be careful~"
"I'm afraid of him?! Tsk - Zhao, hello Director Zhao!" The man was startled and stood up quickly, his face flushed and his eyes weak.
Zhao Tiejun: "Want to have a relationship?"
"No, no, no, absolutely not! I was just inspired by the painting, I didn't have that thought in my mind at all."
Zhao Tiejun said sullenly, "That's good! I'm in my third year of high school now, so study first. Put everything else aside!"
"Yes! I promise!"
Zhao Tiejun turned and left.
"Phew—I was so scared! Tiezhuang was so elusive that I almost lost my soul."
“Hahahaha…you deserve it!”
"The price of talking nonsense."
"I think the artist of this painting must have had a premature love affair. It's so fresh and innocent."
"But don't you think that this set of paintings is beautiful, but it doesn't have the same impact as the first set?"
"Yeah! And there's no twist, it lacks a bit of a surprise."
"It's just average. The first group is more amazing."
"If I were to give a grade, the first group would definitely be higher."
"Hiss—we all saw it, so Yuejie and Hamasaki Naohara must have seen it too. They wouldn't choose the same one, right?"
"Then how can we tell who wins and who loses?"
"this……"
They looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Look at the stage! What is Sister Yue doing?!"
ah?
Everyone looked over and saw Hamasaki Naohara writing furiously, but Jiang Fuyue was standing in front of the curtain, maintaining the same posture as ten minutes ago, still staring at the two sets of paintings.
"Is Sister Yue in a daze? More than half the time has passed, why hasn't she started writing yet?!"
"I'm stunned. What's going on?"
"Sister Yue, if you're acupunctured, just blink and I'll come to save you!"
"It's over, it's over. There are less than five minutes left. What should I do?"
Even the judges were surprised by Jiang Fuyue's "old monk in meditation" look and walked over to remind her: "Student Jiang?"
"Hmm? Go ahead."
This calm little tone...
The judge's mouth twitched: "Time is almost up, why don't you start writing?"
Suddenly, her pupils shrank and she stared at a certain spot on the first set of paintings for several seconds.
Then he retracted his gaze and turned to the judges, a faint smile on his face: "Write now."
After saying that, he picked up the pen and took off the cap.
But there are only three minutes left...
First update, 3,000 words.
Second update, 12:40!
There are three more~
Still asking for a floating duck~
(End of this chapter)
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