In the spacious and bright living room.

Xia Jue hugged his arms with both hands, facing several LCD TVs in front of him, with more than a hundred drawings inside.

Putting it together can make it clearer that who is progressing faster and who is progressing slower.

Pei Hao was called back by the test halfway through. The new version of "Fenghualu" just launched has a bug in the external network. When he and the test, the operator came back after finishing the countermeasures (after the quarrel), the original white TV screen had a little more intense color.

"Oh, everyone is making a very fast progress."

After such strict screening, the strength of the painters who come to participate in the competition should naturally not be underestimated.

The vast majority of contestants have completed the draft and the peace painting.

Xia Jue frowned, pursed his thin lips, and glanced at every painting without turning his eyes.

Without a response, he almost thought Pei Hao did not exist.

He turned around and said to the technical guy: "I'm starting to swipe people now. All the people I've registered for have been deleted from the screen."

“…”

Pei Hao raised his hand and looked at the time. It was only two hours after the game.

"No, it's too early for you to brush people? At least when others finish drawing, you can't see anything."

He glimpsed a small piece of white in the lower right corner of a certain TV, "Look, there is still someone who hasn't started drawing anything."

Besides, what if the sister he likes is beaten by this? He still wants to recruit people!

"If you can't see it, it doesn't mean I can't see it." Xia Jue glanced at him, his eyes looked contemptuous and his tone was faint.

“…”

In an understatement, it is not very aggressive and insulting.

It seems that he is not a professional art artist, so he has no aesthetics!

Pei Hao argued dissatisfiedly: "I am a planner, and I represent the aesthetics of mass players!"

"So if you do art style control, the game can only be ordinary."

Xia Jue reported the number expressionlessly, "a11, b17, c19, d8, e10, f15, deleted."

“???”

Pei Hao watched helplessly as a beautiful original painting of the cat girl was deleted.

The cat girl blinked her big eyes, and her fleshy cat paws bent against her pointed ears. Her butt and career line were amazing.

He pointed at the screen and was disbelief, "You are willing to delete this too? You might as well delete that piece of white paper, what haven't been drawn yet!"

"Friendly." Xia Jue suddenly said two words.

I don’t know if it’s about the contestant who painted the cat girl or Pei Hao.

The existence of art is to improve the public's aesthetics and let players see things that are not homogeneous.

What he wants is imagination and creativity, not works that attract attention or sensationalism.

The technical guy lowered his head, silently slowed down the keyboard, and tried hard to reduce his presence to zero, and then deleted the serial number reported by Xia Jue.

Pei Hao looked at the cat girl who was deleted from the LCD screen.

have to.

He shut up the wheat.

Pei Hao sat back on the sofa angrily, knocking the melon seeds with a crack, the frequency was fast and loud.

The atmosphere in the living room was awkward.

After all, Pei Hao is also the producer of "Fenghualu", which determines their year-end performance and face must be sold.

But although the art branch platform under the supervision of Xia Jue is now fully supporting the "Fenghualu" project, he reports his work as he goes beyond the producer and directly reports to Huaiyu's immediate boss.

Of course, I can ignore Pei Hao.

A total of six large-screen LCD TVs have been labeled with a-f serial numbers, abc is the scene original picture group, and def is the character original picture group. Each TV displays 20 contestants and is numbered with numbers.

Every half an hour, Xia Jue will wipe out some people from each group.

It just went back and forth for five or six rounds.

Pei Hao's cheeks were sore when he chewed the seeds, and his tongue was astringent and salty, as if it was broken.

He stared at Xia Jue leaning against the table in anger.

The man hugged his arms with both hands, sipped his coffee casually, looking like he was giving advice to the country.

Seeing that cup of coffee made her annoyed, Pei Hao couldn't help but want to find fault.

"I said, e20 has not painted a single stroke until now, why don't you see you brushing people down?" He was sarcastic, "Oh - could this painting be called 'a piece of white', it's really art."

Pei Hao shook his head and clapped his hands while applauding the art.

Xia Jue raised his eyes and looked at the wall clock on the wall. Three hours had passed since the start of the game, and it really took too long to conceive.

As if to argue with Pei Hao, he did not intend to wipe out the person, but glanced at Pei Hao, "It is better to look at white paper than to look at garbage."

I don’t know who I am talking about in a single sentence.

“…”

Pei Hao never beat Xia Jue again. He was so angry that he fell to his face. He turned his back to him and fell into the sofa, took out his cell phone and autistic.

In the huge venue, everyone was drawing pictures quietly, and the sound of keyboard retracement came one after another.

Jian Qing didn't rush to start, but sat down and thought for a long time before she started writing.

Looking at the contestants in the audience, her progress should be the slowest.

Competitions do not prohibit the use of the Internet to find creative materials.

Before this, Jian Qing searched for keywords and found that it was either godly faith or spiritual redemption.

It is a big, eternal topic and is also very cliché.

She has never liked the feeling of being fake and empty in her works. Instead, she prefers specific and subtle propositions, which are small but true.

However, once Jian Qing determines what she wants to draw, she feels like she has a picture in her mind, and her hands follow her guidance to describe it.

Every stroke is not redundant, ctrlz has become a decoration for her, unlike others, who draw three strokes and two strokes back.

This is due to Jian Qing's preference for hand-drawing, and every stroke of hand-drawing cannot be wrong.

Although the fault tolerance rate of board drawing has increased, people who have long relied on board drawing will inevitably become unfamiliar with their skills.

There are fewer and fewer entries left on the TV screen in the living room, with only twenty people left.

The white paper in the lower right corner of the e group accounts for a quarter of the screen, which is particularly eye-catching.

Xia Jue leaned on the sofa, playing with his phone, circling around, waiting for the next wave of people to browse.

"The white paper is moving." I don't know which judge sighed in surprise.

Xia Jue supported his chin, lifted his eyelids, and glanced at the screen casually.

There are a few more arcs on the white paper, and the lines are clean and neat. With just a few strokes, the precise proportions are completed.

His long eyes narrowed, and his amber pupils turned slightly along with the lines.

"Pei Hao——"

When he heard Xia Jue calling his name, his voice was quite friendly. Pei Hao kept his past grudges and raised his head.

Xia Jue's eyes fell on the white paper and did not move away, "I want this person."

“???”

Pei Hao had a saying in his mind that he didn't know whether he should speak or not.

He really doesn't understand art, otherwise Xia Jue is messing with him.

Union Oral Surgery Diagnosis and Treatment Room is quiet.

The assistant held the packed equipment and saw Lu Huaiyu sitting at the clinic, without any intention of leaving. He was hesitant and didn't know whether to leave.

Lu Huaiyu clicked on a patient's electronic medical record and said, "You get off work first, I have a few more cases to see."

The doctors and nurses from other operating tables passed by and greeted him, "Director Lu, aren't you off work yet? You haven't had a break for two days."

Lu Huaiyu responded casually, "It's done."

He lowered his head and took out his phone from the clinic drawer to unlock it.

The hospital stipulates that you cannot check your phone during medical treatment, as it is already a rest time.

The last time he opened WeChat, he told Jian Qing that he would not go home for dinner the afternoon before.

Lu Huaiyu has never liked to read WeChat messages, and felt that all the time we chatted on WeChat was full of some things that were not important and irrelevant.

He opened WeChat and a notification popped up that filled the entire page of the screen.

There are hospital notification groups, Nanjing University teachers group, and his friends group, which are messy.
To be continued...