Wu Jiarou's fans were getting a little anxious.
Because Wen Xi also chose Wen Chenghui as her model, she moved very quickly and had outlined the face in a flash, while Wu Jiarou only had a few lines on the drawing paper.
"Come on, Rourou! Hang in there!"
"If you really can't do it, don't force it. You will always be the best in our hearts!"
Some cheered her on, some felt sorry for her, and some booed Wen Xi.
Wu Jiarou put her finger to her lips and smiled softly, "Shh, keep quiet, I'm fine, don't worry."
He looks like a general.
Wen Xi ignored the booing.
She painted so quickly that everyone could only see the afterimage of her brush.
Wen Chenghui's portrait on the white drawing paper soon appeared on the big screen.
She then began to draw another media judge sitting next to Wen Chenghui.
Roufen jumped anxiously.
I felt like I was slapped in the face.
I didn't expect this person with connections to be so fast at drawing. He's already started drawing the second person, while Jiarou hasn't even finished drawing the facial features of the first one. What a contrast...
"Humph, what are you trying to show off? What's so great about painting quickly? You can't chew too much."
"She only asked me to draw one, but she drew so many. Is this a clear provocation to our Jiarou?"
"She's just a clown. Even if she painted all five judges, so what? How can she compare to the exquisiteness of our Jiarou's paintings? Slow work produces fine work. Quality is more important than quantity. The judges all know this."
When Wen Xi picked up the paintbrush, it was like entering a deserted place. How could he hear the ridicule?
At this time, the portraits of Wen Chenghui, the media person, the fan and Chu Tang had all been outlined on the drawing paper.
The portraits overlap and cross each other, making it look messy.
At this moment, something unexpected happened to everyone.
She turned her brush and suddenly drew the completed portrait on the paper in a mess, which looked disorganized.
"What is she doing?"
"Who knows, maybe he wasn't satisfied with the painting he just made and repainted it."
"Tsk, her fans were so hyping her up before, but now she's exposed for painting on the spot."
"It's a piece of junk that will die in the light."
"Humph, there are only three minutes left. Even if she wants to redraw, it's too late! Our Jiarou is definitely going to win!"
Wu Jiarou's fans cheered.
Hearing the fans' cheers, Wu Jiarou was secretly delighted.
She just pretended to glance casually at the messy painting of the person next to her and almost laughed out loud.
What the hell is this weird thing?
I thought I was doomed to lose, but now, I’m not sure.
The paintings in the blank live broadcast were probably drawn by someone else, right?
Even with this horrible look on your face, you still dare to challenge her?
Humph, you are so young and yet you don’t know how high the heaven and earth are.
The final 2-minute countdown begins.
Wu Jiarou has completed most of Wen Chenghui's portrait.
As for Wen Xi, the drawing on the paper was still a mess.
Wen Chenghui cast her vote for Wu Jiarou without hesitation.
"There's less than 2 minutes left? Mr. Wen, have you made up your mind so quickly?"
Another media person was a little hesitant.
"Anyone with eyesight can see that, right? Isn't the outcome obvious?"
"That's true..."
Wen Chenghui is a well-known star maker in the entertainment industry with a very sharp eye.
Since she said so, it should be pretty close to the truth.
The media person stood up from his seat, walked to Wu Jiarou, and threw the red rose in his hand into the vase that belonged to her.
The one with the most votes wins, and the votes are red roses.
In other words, after the competition, whoever gets more red roses wins.
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