Retracting her gaze, Yun Wanning continued to listen to the host explaining the rules while the surrounding cameras clicked away. It was at this moment that the Nebula Chinese representatives were discovered, and one by one, they slowly began to shift the battlefield.
This resulted in a peculiar scene at the scene. There were no cameras around the contestants, but the girl seemed to have poked the camera reporter's nest.
The flash never stopped.
Yun Manying: “…”
Everyone here is so eager to put a camera in her face! Forget the competition now! Let's just take pictures!
Looking back, seeing those reporters still filming without any regard for the situation, he suppressed his impatience and said, "Everyone, can you please move further away? I can't concentrate on the game if you keep filming like this."
After the words fell, the reporters around were stunned, then nodded rapidly and took a few steps back.
Yes, only a few steps.
These reporters were polite, but not many.
Reporters: “…”
The host above is still explaining the rules.
This competition can also be considered an elimination round. It is now the preliminary round, followed by the semi-finals and finals, as well as a resurrection round. Each game has a different theme, but participants are required to draw on the spot to prevent cheating.
Although Hu Feng cannot be imitated, his ideas can be stolen.
After understanding a little bit and looking at the theme of "ambition", Yun Wanning lowered her eyes and looked at the paper and pen in front of her, and some ideas quickly came to her mind.
However, when the host announced the start of the competition, he did not move in a hurry. Instead, he sat in his seat with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes closed. It was unclear whether he was sleeping or meditating.
Anyway, I just sat there motionless, without being disturbed by the outside world.
Her little movements were very eye-catching among the contestants. After all, everyone was moving except her.
This little action was not only noticed by the judges on the stage, but also by the audience below.
"Mr. Yun... doesn't know how to start writing?" Lu Xingchuan looked at the figure in front of him, pursed his lips, and then looked at the person next to him with some suspicion.
"Brother, does Mr. Yun really know Chinese painting? I haven't heard of it before."
Forgive him for still being unable to believe it.
Although she knew Mo Qingyuan, it didn't mean she had Mo Qingyuan's skills. Chinese painting was not something that could be done by simply scribbling with a brush.
Jiang Yubai looked at the figure on the field and raised his eyebrows. "Believe her."
In fact, sometimes this trust comes inexplicably. They don’t have a deep relationship, let alone know each other well. This trust... comes inexplicably, but I just want to believe her.
However, judging from Mr. Yun's personality, he probably won't do anything without confidence.
Lu Xingchuan nodded.
It seems that this is the only way.
But when he looked back, he didn't know what he saw, and he blinked in surprise.
"Today... doesn't Kyoto University have classes? Why are all of you here?"
Hearing such murmurs, Jiang Yubai subconsciously followed his gaze and saw a few familiar figures in the audience seats not far away.
"Yueyue?"
Jiang Yanyue was here, but why were the young lady from the Xia family and the one from the Xie family here too? Did they skip class together? When did they become interested in Chinese painting?
Thinking of this, the man took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and his slender fingers touched the screen of the phone soulfully. After a while, he sent a message.
Seeing Jiang Yanyue take out her cell phone, perhaps after seeing the message on it, she looked around.
Finally, his eyes locked on his elder brother, and a big arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"I don't have classes today. I knew Ningning had signed up for this competition, so I came to take a look."
There were many people in between, so Jiang Yanyue didn't come over on her own initiative.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Xie Jinhao glanced at Xia Yunmu beside him and pursed his lips in suspicion. "School has just started. Is it really okay for us to skip classes like this?"
I don't know what's going on in the classroom right now...
Xia Yunmu waved his hand nonchalantly, "What are you afraid of? There are so many people skipping classes, it doesn't matter if there are two of us. I'm here to watch Yun compete today."
Xie Jinhao: But is there a possibility that there are only two people in the hidden profession?
At this moment, in the classroom of the hidden major, Qian Heng looked at the empty classroom and gently shattered.
Qian Heng: "..." Who will sweep him away?
Time passed slowly, and the contestants on the field had already completed more than half of the competition, but Yun Manying still did not move. This behavior attracted the attention of many people.
"Brother, Mr. Yun wouldn't be asleep, right? Half the time has already passed. If we don't take action now, it will be too late!"
Chinese painting is not something that can be completed in a hurry!
The man did not answer, his eyes never leaving the slender figure.
Xia Anhe and Yang Tianwei turned their heads to observe from time to time. Seeing that Yun Manying had not made any move, their mood became good and they felt that every stroke of their hands was perfect.
Finally, as everyone expected, the girl opened her eyes, picked up the pen in front of her, and began to paint with a smile on her face.
Seeing this, those who were worried about her finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But there is only half the time left, is it still too late?
The competition was quiet, no one made a sound, and everyone was watching the contestants' movements on the field.
The judges around them were like invigilators in an exam room, observing for any cheating. After an unknown amount of time, the moment a judge picked up the microphone, the competition time was over.
It was also at this time that Yun Wanning put down the pen in her hand.
Lu Xingchuan, who saw the whole process, said: "..." The timing was just right! Not too much or too little!
So why was he so nervous just now? Was he a clown?
Yun Manying: It’s not impossible.
Lu Xingchuan: ...
Jiang Yubai looked at Yun Manying, who looked relaxed and didn't look like a contestant at all, and raised his eyebrows with interest.
“I wasn’t nervous at all when the results were announced on site.”
Is it because of her current identity that she subconsciously remains calm, or is it that she doesn't take this competition seriously at all?
Mo Qingyuan looked at the works in his hands without any obvious expression on his face.
Mo Qingyuan was invited to be the judge of this competition, and he was still the main judge this time. The paintings that Mo Qingyuan had seen were then passed on to the other judges.
Suddenly, Mo Qingyuan paused and looked at the painting in his hand, especially the wolf on the paper. Its eyes and movements were lifelike with an indescribable feeling.
He nodded with satisfaction and subconsciously looked to the lower left corner. Sure enough, he saw it, a familiar name.
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