Chapter 115
Amidst the overwhelming boos, Qu Miao in the front row suddenly stood up and yelled to the back: "Shut up!!"
Guan Tong and Fang Xiaofeng stood up and shouted to You Mian on the stage, "You Mian! Come on!!"
But faced with the boos from thousands of people, their voices were too weak and were almost drowned out by the cheers in an instant.
Qian Li clenched his chest and frowned worriedly, "These people are here on purpose to affect Xiao Mian's game. Can they be driven out?"
The few You Mian fans who had managed to get tickets also shouted at the group under the leadership of Qu Miao and his group.
But this not only failed to quiet down the scene, but made the booing even louder.
"The tickets for these thousands of people were purchased through formal channels. The organizers will not agree to kick them all out." Pei Huaiji said solemnly.
Pei Huaiji's stern eyes were filled with fierce coldness. He raised his hand to signal the staff waiting beside him, asking all other security personnel to come to the backstage, including JL's bodyguards.
Pei Huaiji trusted You Mian and believed that You Mian would not be affected by these voices.
But his heart was tightly gripped and ached.
After a while, a large group of tall men in security uniforms walked into the inner field in a row and stood in the middle of the shouting crowd with an absolutely suppressive attitude.
The reporters' flashlights flashed faster and faster, and their notebooks clicked loudly.
This group of fans who disrupted the game were not as stupid as others thought. They had actually prepared a solution long ago.
When security personnel approached them, they would put down their banners and sit in silence, as if nothing could be found wrong.
But once the security personnel left following the shouts of others, the fans who had been silent just now would immediately raise the banners high again and continue to shout about the inside story.
A group of staff members played with them like a cat and mouse.
In order to keep the scene quiet, the organizers used loudspeakers to remind the players no less than five times.
Half an hour later, the deafening booing at the scene finally died down for a while, but the occasional riots still could not be stopped.
This made the art workers, scholars and students who were originally preparing to watch the exciting competition frown in disgust.
"What kind of people are these? So disgusting."
"What idiots! Look at the signs they are holding. They seem to be fans of some bad artist."
"I'm speechless. I waited so long for the Star Finals, but I encountered something like this. I've never heard of it before."
"Just watch the competition carefully. At least the contestants are not affected and the judges haven't said anything to stop it. As long as the countdown continues, it means the competition will not suspend the progress."
On the judges' panel, Yager Hillman's eyes changed from occasionally scanning the three groups of contestants to staring solely at You Mian on the center stage.
Lai Zhikuan, a contestant from the costume design group on the left side of the stage, also came with semi-finished products. His dressing table was piled with colorful butterflies of various shapes, as well as accessories in the shapes of silkworm bags and caterpillars.
The judges could tell at a glance that Lai Zhikuan wanted to use the idiom "breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly" to illustrate the theme of rebirth.
Qin Lan, who was sitting in the back row of the audience, nodded slightly while leaning on his crutches. The theme of "emerging from a cocoon and becoming a butterfly" was indeed in line with the theme of rebirth and it did not deviate from the theme. It was a qualified direction.
On the other side, on the right side of the stage, Fang Xuenan's oil painting starts entirely from a piece of white cloth.
The audience watched her apply colors and draw shapes on the big screen.
Qin Lan raised his reading glasses slightly and saw from the screen that Fang Xuenan divided a canvas into two parts, and then the girl drew a curve running across the top and bottom with a big stroke of her brush.
It seems to be a bit like the shape of a phoenix reborn from the ashes.
Qin Lan still nodded slightly. The rebirth of the phoenix was also a qualified work.
But after watching the works on the left and right stages, everyone, whether audience or judges, focused their attention on the elevated sculpture group in the center.
The competition lasted for two hours, so even though the boos were still there, the audience had strangely gotten used to it. They could ignore the boos and carefully watch the contestants' creations on stage.
A giant sculpture that was about to break through the ceiling was placed in the center of the stage.
Such a giant iron frame is almost impossible not to describe it as majestic.
You Mian's sculpture has been primed with plaster, and the shape has been initially presented. What he needs to do now is to outline the delicate texture of the remaining iron sculpture wrapped outside the plaster.
Qin Lan watched You Mian cut the giant elevated structure with great skill and efficiency, but his worry became more and more obvious.
If the contestants in the other two groups have already shown the theme of the competition, then You Mian's work is still a black mass. Apart from being tall and big, it is hard to tell what he is carving.
The same thought occurred to everyone in the first row of judges.
Jager Hillman listened to the judges whispering beside him and said, "Hiss, the contestant in the sculpture category may lose out. His work is too big. I don't know if he can finish it within the specified time."
"The more important problem is that we can't even see the shape of a finished work right now."
"He's still carving details like textures. What a pity."
Jager Hillman raised his grey eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the seven or eight meter high iron sculpture in front of him.
You Mian was quickly carving out skin texture on the iron. The blue plaster was leaking slightly from the gaps in the iron sculpture. The plaster blood vessels carved off the field and the black iron sculpture on the surface complemented each other. It really looked like a lifelike arm, with clear muscle lines and slightly bulging blood vessels, as if the broken arm was really breathing.
Five minutes later, You Mian's first human arm was finally carved, and the big screen showed it clearly in front of everyone.
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