Chapter 55: I am so proud of my hand speed after being single for 20 years
Chapter 55: I am so proud of my hand speed after being single for 20 years
Is this the point? The point is that the game of "You draw, I guess" has nothing to do with this IQ test.
Is it that I have an intellectual problem if I can't draw?
I, James, am the first one to disagree!
Competition designers, come out and get beaten!
A thousand horses were galloping through Philip's heart, but it couldn't stop the referee from starting a speech to the contestants below the stage.
Even if there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, the game process will still go on unimpeded.
The judge said, "You must be very curious, why do we have to test drawing in the election of the princess's husband? Drawing is an art. As a top-class person, artistic cultivation and inner cultivation are both indispensable. You may have never heard of poor beggars who know art, but the great-grandfather of our King of Fanfan was a beggar who knew art. In the end, he created the kingdom after going through all kinds of difficulties and brought benefits to every descendant of Fanfan. Therefore, as the future husband of the next king, the father of the next king must be excellent in all aspects, including physical fitness, mental and artistic aspects."
It’s a hardcore brainwashing CPU operation, but I don’t know how much these young contestants who survived the martial arts exam can listen to.
Perhaps a talented person with an artistic dream would have been sent home after reaching the next level?
Of course there may be exceptions.
Philip moved left and right, shaking his head to look for the artist of the future. On his right, Sykes had a blank expression on his face, as if he had just listened to a monk chanting.
The big guy on the left may have slept too well last night, his face was flushed, and now he wants to sleep again.
The big sun on the beach is also very comfortable. In such good weather, it is better to play beach volleyball. He accepts it...
Next, the chief referee will explain the rules of the game to everyone.
1984 people are divided into groups of 10 and compete simultaneously. In the end, there will be 14 players remaining who compete as a group.
Unfortunately, because Philip's number 9438 was too far back in the list, he gloriously became one of the 14 people. Of course, thanks to the fact that they registered together, his elder brother Joseph, younger brother (no, crossed out), and friend Hansen were also crossed out to compete together. Fortunately, it was not a life-and-death match, and his life was not in danger.
But what on earth was the referee thinking? If the players with similar numbers were to compete together, wouldn't they have to know each other and come together to register, so that their numbers would be together?
If friends look at each other's paintings...
This is probably going to be another tug-of-war, and it will be hard to tell who will win in a short period of time.
There are still four months until the princess' 16th birthday, so she can build it as much as she can before then, there's no rush.
Here let's learn some knowledge about chalk and blackboard. In fact, these two things have existed in ancient Western countries a long time ago. It's just that modern things are more complete and safer, suitable for children to use. They are evolved from the products of that time.
Chalk first appeared in Europe in the Middle Ages. It was made from pure natural chalk, which is a type of limestone.
As for the small blackboard, the small blackboard at that time was made of black paint on a wooden board, which was not too troublesome.
In this way, the earliest chalk and blackboard were born, and these two were also one of the favorite toys of early European children.
In a moment, the contestants will have to draw with these two items.
Philip thought: Can they only paint white? I thought they would give them some oil paints and brushes to play with, but those are not easy to erase and repaint, so there are pros and cons.
The referee's followers will randomly give a phrase to the contestant who is drawing. The faster the contestant draws, the higher his score will be. The rest of the people in the same group must guess what the phrase in the painter's hand is within the specified time.
The first person to guess correctly gets 2 points, and the following people get 1 point each. If the time is up and the player still fails to guess correctly, no points will be awarded. (Players are not allowed to talk or whisper to each other, and can only write down the answer for their assistants to see.)
But if no contestant guesses what the painter has drawn, the painter will be deducted 10 points.
In this game, only the top three players in a group will advance. If the third and fourth place players have the same score, they will advance together and be divided into a new group of 10 to start a new round of competition.
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After the groups were divided, Sykes said a brief farewell to Philip and went to a team further ahead.
Before leaving, he said, "See you later in the evening. We can go back to the hotel to have dinner together."
"Okay." Philip also went to the back to find his exclusive team.
By the way, let’s see what Prince Joseph would think when he is about to meet him again.
A defeated general? Not really, but he just cost him a life, and he will definitely be angry with him when they meet again.
This day can be considered a mock match. Although it cannot be counted in the score, all the players' little habits when drawing can be used as a reference and as a preview and preparation before the official schedule of the next day.
Everything about today means something.
The 14 people in Philip's group were divided up like this: the twin sons of the two stable owners were No. 1 and No. 2, No. 3 and No. 4 were the sons of a craftsman and a tailor shop respectively, and No. 5 was silent and did not introduce himself, as if he was an unwelcome illegitimate child in the family. Never mind... Philip thought that the rest of the people were cannon fodder except for Joseph who looked like a golden peacock in his gorgeous clothes. No, he had a sudden thought and was wrong. No. 13 and No. 14 were Hansen and himself respectively, and he couldn't scold his friends and himself.
As expected, before the game, Joseph came over and called Philip out to have some kind of communication with him.
Hansen said: "Don't fight. This is no longer a martial arts exam. If you hit other contestants, you will be kicked out."
Is he a good friend who is worried that Joseph will beat him?
Philip spoke first: "Don't worry, I won't beat him, so you don't have to worry too much."
Hansen and Joseph said at the same time: "..."
Hansen roared in his heart: Damn you, I was just worried that people would do something bad to you, but you took my kindness for granted!
Philip ignored Hansen's words.
He went to one side with Joseph and asked him, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"
Joseph's expression was unusually calm at this moment. He did not have the extreme emotion that Philip imagined, "You killed me before, so I must kill you."
Joseph said directly: "My mission this time does not conflict with yours. You can also look at yours. We both have to pass this wits competition. Although the referee has not yet announced how many people will be able to advance in the end, I guess at least 500 people. Why don't we work together to pass it and get to the next round?"
Philip looked at him in confusion. What was he trying to do? He was his enemy, wasn't he? Could he have lost his memory after dying once?
Besides, even if there is no conflict between them in this mission, it does not mean that there will be no conflict in the future. Moreover, there is a 200% possibility that their final mission is to be selected as the prince consort. There is only one position of the prince consort. If Joseph loses his life again, there will be no Black Cape to save him.
So he came to Philip to show his affection, which made Philip feel very psychedelic.
On the surface, Philip is a sinister and cunning person who throws banana peels around, but deep down he is still a gentleman. He couldn't do such a thing as tricking Joseph into agreeing to do it because he had a barrier in his heart.
"You're such a weird person, let me observe you for a while before making a decision..."
Joseph: “…”
The assistant to the trial officer in charge of the competition trial operation did not have the time to wait for them to whisper.
He has announced that Player One will start drawing in the first round.
Everyone quickly took their seats.
The first picture is not difficult.
The other person drew a chicken, but Philip won with his graceful cursive writing. Plus, his hand speed, which came from being single for twenty years, made him look like a rocket soaring into the sky compared to the others. There was no suspense and he won in one fell swoop.
After writing the word "chicken" on the board, he was the first to raise his hand to attract the assistant's attention.
Philippe scored 2 points and the other players scored 1 point each.
As for this NPC contestant who drew, because his drawing was not very lifelike, his speed was average, and he was even a bit slow, he only got 1 point. Should it be considered an encouragement point?
The second one is the twin brother of the first contestant. Twins must have some kind of telepathy, right?
Philip was worried that his brother would guess his painting after he had only drawn a few strokes...
It turned out that he was overthinking it, otherwise why did his brother only get 1 point in the previous level?
He is not a water-gushing monster in the deep sea that only knows how to release water every day.
Second game.
The younger brother took a look at the paper the assistant handed him and frowned.
This action was discovered by Philip, who often played the game of "Draw, Guess". Philip immediately concluded that the word his brother got was difficult to draw, so when he guessed, he could try to guess at those difficult-to-draw objects.
A few seconds later, my brother started painting.
He drew a tree.
The contestants who were drawing were drawing on a large blackboard, while the group of people answering questions were writing on a small blackboard as big as their chests.
After the outline of the tree came out, brother No. 1 immediately wrote the word "tree" on his small blackboard and raised his hand.
The assistant came over and looked at it, then shook his head.
No. 1 stood very close to No. 3, while the others were a little further away, so No. 3 could barely see what No. 1 wrote on the small blackboard.
After being told that it was not the real thing, Brother No. 1 had to wipe off the "chalk dust" on it with his hands. Oh my god, it's so difficult to wipe off. It takes a lot of time to wipe this stuff off.
Although Philip and his three companions were standing far away from him, they could see everything he did.
Philip thought: I'd better try not to get the answer wrong...
If it’s not a tree, then what is it?
It was obvious that my brother had not finished painting yet. He was still adding details to the tree as time passed.