95. Becoming the Captain
"The ten-minute countdown begins."
As the director finished speaking, the people in the six cubicles began to put pen to paper.
It doesn’t matter if the painting doesn’t look good, but it’s a big deal if it’s not finished.
Guan Miao had been prepared in his heart, so he was quite confident every time he put pen to paper. However, thinking that he was still recording the program, he slowed down in the second half and finally finished painting a "Plum Blossom Picture" on time.
"Time is up, teachers, please put down your writing and leave the cubicles."
After pushing open the small wooden door, several resident guests quickly started chatting and asked each other what they were painting.
Before the result was even revealed, the director hurriedly called a halt, "You are not allowed to reveal the questions before the competition. Teachers, please wait a moment."
Seeing that the atmosphere was about to cool down, Yan Jing quickly said, "Then, Lao Lin, while we are all free, why don't you share the little red flowers?"
"Well, please come over, Teacher Yan, and get your little red flower."
After seeing the quality of the big red flower, Tong Yue complained directly: "Lao Lin, this is the little red flower you mentioned. I thought it was one of those special little red flower stickers."
Xin Ren walked over to Tong Yue with a smile and said, "Sister Tong Yue, please don't bother Brother Lin's taste. This big red rose is also very good. It's so festive."
He thought he was just trying to lighten the mood, but he didn't notice that Director Lin opposite him suddenly straightened his lips.
Guan Miao, who was about to take the flowers behind them, naturally heard his words and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, why did Teng Fei Company insist on putting such a stupid person in?
Not only Guan Miao couldn't figure it out, Tong Yue also couldn't figure out what kind of magic potion Xin Ren had fed to those old guys in the company.
She spoke to Director Lin in this manner because they were good friends who had known each other for many years, and she had contributed a lot to the success of Director Lin and his wife.
But what relationship did Xin Ren have with Director Lin? How could he be so blunt in his disdain for Director Lin's aesthetic? Did he really think his backing was incredibly powerful?
Tong Yue didn't understand, and she was too lazy to figure it out.
Anyway, Xin Ren was forced in by the company and has nothing to do with her. Lao Lin will definitely not be hard on her because of such a thing.
She might as well just watch him die coldly.
A few minutes later, six pieces of paper with completely different styles of painting were posted on the whiteboard.
Guan Miao looked at the six paintings and began to speculate about their owners. Painting number one was a complete flower. Looking at the pink petals, it was most likely a rose. Considering the information just received, it might have been painted by Teacher Tong Yue.
Number two was a green mass, and Guan Miao temporarily identified it as grass; number four wrote a poem, the handwriting was elegant and lively, and it definitely showed some basic skills. Could it be Teacher Ning Cheng?
As for number five and number six, they were equally ugly, and she was so sorry that she couldn't tell what they were.
After seeing that the guests on the opposite side had almost finished observing, Director Lin started calling people to come up and vote.
"Now, please step forward and vote in turn. Please remember that you must cast all three votes. No votes can be missed or abandoned. Please also control your emotions when receiving votes and do not cheat.
Then we will start with Teacher Zhuang Nianwen and sort from right to left."
"good."
"Oh, who will get the first vote on the field? I'm so excited."
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhuang Nianwen walked to the whiteboard with three roses, and almost without hesitation, placed the first little red flower next to work number three.
As the results of the first vote were announced, Ning Cheng was the first to applaud and congratulate, "Congratulations to Meihua for winning the first vote."
"I wonder who Mr. Zhuang will vote for in the next two votes?"
The result is obvious. Zhuang Nianwen gave the remaining two votes to numbers one and four.
After Zhuang Nianwen came back, the next person was Wu Ruohan. She also gave her vote to Plum Blossom and Rose, and the remaining vote was given to Work No. 5.
For a moment, the remaining guests who had not voted began to speculate whether work number five would be Wu Ruohan's.
After all, she had said before that her drawing skills were very poor, and number five was indeed quite ugly. Generally speaking, no one would vote for her, so voting for herself was the last way to save face.
When the third person, Guan Miao, voted, he gave two votes to number one and number four, and the last vote to number six.
This undoubtedly made the already unclear situation on the field even more confusing.
No one should give up their own work and submit someone else's, right? Could it be that number six was drawn by Guan Miao?
But didn’t Xin Ren just say that Guan Miao is very good at painting?
Ning Cheng, who was the next to vote, had not made a decision before he walked to the whiteboard. Should he balance the votes or win?
………………
A few minutes later, everyone had voted, and the result was obvious. Number 4, who had six flowers, and Number 3, who had five flowers, naturally became the captains of this game.
Director Lin took the microphone and said, "Congratulations to contestants number three and four for becoming the two captains of this episode. Now, please step forward and claim your work."
As he finished speaking, several guests looked around, curious about who wrote this painting and poem.
Guan Miao looked around and saw that no one stood up, so he walked forward a few steps, took down work No. 3, and turned the paper over. Only then did everyone notice that there was a small drop of water in the lower right corner of the rice paper.
"I drew this plum blossom. Thank you teachers for liking it."
Wu Ruohan looked at her in surprise, "Sister Guan Miao, you are so amazing! This plum blossom painting is superb!"
"I can't tell, Xiaoguan is a very secretive person." Yan Jing said meaningfully.
"How long has Guan Miao been studying?"
"About fifteen years, although it's been a while since I picked up a paintbrush. Fortunately, the basic skills are still there."
"You've been studying for fifteen years," Ning Cheng sighed, a look of admiration on his already weathered face. "That's amazing, but I remember you were a performance major. Isn't that a big gap?"
Guan Miao thought about it and said briefly, "The situation was quite complicated at the time, but in the end my parents agreed to let me apply for the acting major, and of course the final result was not bad."
"Is that so?" Tong Yue's eyes flashed with regret. "My son is learning to paint these days, and I was thinking of asking you for more advice on this."
Wu Ruohan asked curiously, "But I'm curious, why did Sister Guan Miao vote for number six?"
"Because I really want to know what this painting is about."
"So that's how it is."
Seeing that no one wanted to say anything, Guan Miao returned to his seat with the rice paper. Yan Jing immediately said, "Then we would like to invite the owner of work number four to come up on stage to receive the award."
"Big applause!"
With the hype of Yan Jing and Xin Ren, a simple announcement session was turned into an award ceremony.
Ning Cheng stood up and shyly walked to the whiteboard. "I wrote this, and I'm very grateful that everyone likes it. I just didn't expect that I was the only one here who wrote a poem. Writing poetry is obviously much easier than drawing!"
"That's right!" Wu Ruohan from the atmosphere group came online in a group.
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