Chapter 116
The grand and roaring cheers and applause rang out in the venue like thunder.
Thousands of people shouted You Mian's name in unison and shed tears for his work.
"You Mian!! You Mian!!!"
"Brother Mian! Awesome!"
Reporters and media sitting in the front row raised their cameras and frantically took photos of the work "Rebirth" on the stage.
Amid the blinding and uninterrupted flashing of lights, a young female reporter had a brief conversation with the editor beside her and then published the winning article before the results of the Star Cup final were announced.
"There are risks in doing this." The reporter whispered a warning amid the enthusiastic cheers in the venue.
The editor's hands were typing non-stop, and he quickly wrote the final draft and clicked send.
After closing the notebook, the editor said seriously: "Look at the expressions on the audience's faces, listen to the cheers, You Mian is the champion."
The reporter was speechless.
A few seconds later, an article about the Star Cup championship with an extremely exciting title quickly became a hot search.
[To You Mian, the Gold Medal winner of the Xingchen Cup who went against the tide, broke through the shackles amid thousands of boos, crushed prejudice and was reborn]
The picture on the homepage of the blog post powerfully combines the distorted and bored booing expressions of the audience in the back row with the giant iron sculpture under the stage lights, which can easily provoke the most primitive emotional fluctuations in the viewers.
The countdown to the live finals is over.
The host Qu Shao came on stage and raised his hand, trying to quiet down the still cheering audience.
Following the gesture of silence, the audience who were shouting You Mian's name in unison immediately stopped shouting.
They are different from the previous group of crazy fans. They respect the rules of the game and the other two players.
Therefore, when the shouts that threatened to break through the ceiling in the venue stopped, at the invitation of Qu Shao, someone sitting in the first row of judges picked up the microphone.
Jager Hillman's voice was translated into Chinese by Marcia and resounded throughout the final venue.
"Please ask the three groups of contestants to present in turn."
As the judging session began, the lights on the stage dimmed, leaving only the works of the costume design team on the left lit up.
Lai Zhikuan already knew from the cheers of the audience just now that he might not win the gold medal.
But he also has confidence in his work and will not be discouraged.
Art does not need excessive explanation; letting the audience and judges measure it with their eyes is the most intuitive evaluation.
I saw the wide left stage rotating towards the center with mechanical sounds.
Dozens of mannequins changed into Lai Zhikuan's final costumes, and the tall models walked on the wide T-stage to the music.
The judges and the audience followed the movement of the fabric closely.
The butterflies and silkworm pupae were sewn perfectly onto the model's neck, shoulders and waist.
The last model to bow out had a pair of huge dreamy butterfly wings glued to her back, symbolizing rebirth from the cocoon.
The audience gave encouraging applause when the music ended and the lights came on.
“It’s very well done. Although it lacks some originality in terms of creativity, the overall tailoring style is very consistent and it’s a qualified work.”
Jager Hillman's rational evaluation was translated, and all judges gave it a high score of 9.78.
Lai Zhikuan made a scissors gesture to the camera and smiled, "Thank you everyone."
Amid applause from the audience, Fang Xuenan on the right side of the stage was rotated to the center position.
An oil painting of a phoenix's rebirth was enlarged onto the screen. Every feather of the fiery red phoenix was coated with a layer of gold powder. The shiny and bright colors made the phoenix stand out from the heaven and hell in the background, as if it was about to break out of the painting.
All the judges were discussing quietly among themselves.
The audience were also talking quietly.
"The level of refinement is great, but the creativity is lacking. The phoenix theme is indeed a bit old."
“She has beautiful brushstrokes.”
"Indeed, the gold dust is sprinkled just right."
Pei Huaiji listened solemnly to the occasional conversations in the venue, while he himself stared intently at the stage that was now shrouded in darkness.
Jager Hillman's voice came to everyone's ears through the microphone.
"I don't know why you would choose a subject like the Phoenix given your painting skills."
Hillman’s merciless voice made Fang Xuenan’s face stiffen as she stood on the stage.
But in the atmosphere of the audience's excitement, Hillman still gave very objective advice, "If you want to be innovative with the Phoenix theme, you must not limit yourself to the canvas. Your use of gold powder proves that you have the idea of breaking through the previous constraints, but the degree is totally insufficient."
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