"Whoever loses has to run three laps around Beijing University while shouting, 'I, so-and-so, am a piece of trash,' how about that?"
Ye Chen spoke.
The punishment Ye Chen set was the most painful for such an arrogant and talented genius.
This kind of punishment can severely damage the self-esteem and confidence of such arrogant individuals, making these once-promising talents lose face and become the latest laughing stock.
This will be a huge stain on his record, and his career will be completely over.
"this..............."
Sure enough, after Ye Chen finished speaking, the long-haired youth, who was extremely concerned about his image, hesitated.
This punishment is a bit too harsh.
This is as painful as asking someone who is obsessed with money to give up all their wealth.
If he really does that, his future career will be completely ruined. He can forget about ever working in the art world again; he's finished!
"What, scared?"
"If you're scared, you can shout 'I, Dai Litao, am a piece of trash' ten times now."
Ye Chen used reverse psychology.
"Scared?"
"How could I, a top student in the Fine Arts Department and the last disciple of Master Fang Dehong, be afraid?!"
The long-haired youth retorted.
As a disciple of Master Fang Dehong, he must not admit defeat and bring shame upon his master.
"I agree."
The long-haired youth gritted his teeth and agreed.
"Oh, right, let's add a little prize. I have a car here, a top-of-the-line Lamborghini Huracán. It's not expensive, only around five or six million."
As he spoke, Ye Chen took out his car keys.
This car wasn't bought by Ye Chen; it was originally in his top-of-the-line courtyard house garage. Since Ye Chen didn't have a means of transportation when he came to Beijing, he didn't complain and just made do with it.
The top-of-the-line Lamborghini Huracán is worth five or six million?!
This is not expensive?!
Even for students at Beijing University, this Lamborghini Huracán is a luxury car.
The long-haired youth's eyes lit up as he looked at the car keys in Ye Chen's hand.
“I don’t own a car of that caliber, but I have collected several paintings over the years, including one that my master painted for me. If I sold it, it would be worth at least two or three million. Add to that my other paintings and all my savings, and it would be enough for five or six million.”
"I'm comparing these to you!!!"
The long-haired youth felt he had the upper hand this time.
As a top student in the art department, an art genius, and the last disciple of Fang Dehong, one of the top art masters in China, his skills are naturally stronger than this kid's.
Moreover, what they are about to draw is Boyata in front of them, a subject he has drawn countless times and has a wealth of experience in.
He has an absolute advantage in both strength and experience. Isn't it a sure thing that he'll beat this kid?!
We did it!!!
"Can."
Ye Chen nodded.
Ye Chen had no paper or pen in his hand.
"I'll do it, but I only have a calligraphy brush and other tools for painting traditional Chinese paintings. Is that alright?"
Just then, a passerby stepped forward; he was carrying his tools and happened to be heading to the art studio.
"The tools for traditional Chinese painting would be even better."
Thank you.
Ye Chen was not picky; no matter what kind of painting tools they were, they could all become "weapons" to easily defeat the long-haired youth in Ye Chen's hands.
"I'll help you."
Su Ningshuang stepped forward and took the initiative to help Ye Chen set out his painting tools.
Seeing this, the long-haired youth who was already prepared was green with envy.
With everything ready, the competition officially begins.
The long-haired young man was creating a sketch, while Ye Chen was painting a traditional Chinese painting. The two were so engrossed in their work that the onlookers around them didn't even dare to breathe loudly for fear of disturbing them.
Time passed second by second. Ye Chen was the first to put down his pen, and a little while later, the experienced long-haired youth also put down his pen.
The crowd immediately swarmed forward to look at the two people's works.
Almost instantly, the winner and loser were decided.
The two artists' works are not even in the same league. The long-haired youth's paintings are top-notch among his peers and students, even surpassing some art teachers.
Ye Chen's paintings, however, are comparable to, or even surpass, those of art professors.
Compared to the long-haired youth, he was completely outmatched.
Among the onlookers were several art students, so it was easy to tell at a glance how good the two were.
"Senior Dai, you lost."
"So this young man is the real big shot."
"That's amazing."
Several onlookers were deeply moved.
Beside him, the long-haired youth looked at Ye Chen's painting with an extremely gloomy expression.
He knew he had lost, and he had lost badly, but the long-haired youth didn't want to, and dared not, admit it.
If he admits defeat, he will not only give all his savings, five or six million, to this guy, but he will also run three laps around the school, shouting that he is a piece of trash.
In this way, he lost both face and substance; he suffered a huge loss.
Moreover, after he admitted defeat and accepted the punishment, he will likely have to retire from the art world, and his career will be over. All his previous efforts will be in vain, which is a punishment he cannot afford!
I don't think you won.
“My painting is superior.”
The long-haired youth started to act unreasonably.
Anyway, art isn't the kind of subject with a clear answer, so it's not so certain who wins and who loses. There's no absolute first place in literature.
Just as the long-haired young man was thinking about how to continue his act of cheating, a man in his fifties walked over.
"Hello, Professor Fang..."
"Master Fang, you've arrived."
Upon seeing the middle-aged man, several onlookers immediately greeted him respectfully.
This man was none other than Fang Dehong, the long-haired youth's mentor, a specially appointed professor in the Fine Arts Department of Beijing University, and one of the top art masters in China.
"What's wrong?"
Fang Dehong inquired, explaining that he had originally come to check if his disciples were sketching diligently, but he had only seen a large crowd gathered here from afar.
"Master, it's like this..."
The long-haired youth immediately came over and whispered something in Fang Dehong's ear.
After listening to his disciple's words, Fang Dehong glared angrily at the long-haired youth before slowly approaching Ye Chen's painting.
Fang Dehong's heart skipped a beat when he first saw Ye Chen's painting.
But in order to protect his disciple and for his disciple's future career, Fang Dehong had no choice but to continue nitpicking.
Finally, Fang Dehong managed to find a way to attack Ye Chen's painting.
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