"Mr. Chen...yes...yes...yes..."

The greasy aunt said sucking saliva.

Shen Chong was too lazy to pay attention to her anymore, so he grabbed the scoring table and "Get out."

She wants to say something else.

Shen Chong pointed to the distance and said again: "Get out."

The aunt quickly took her son away in shame.

Shen Chong curled his lips and cursed, "Brain..."

He didn't finish swearing, and he looked down and saw Xinxin looking up at him, and immediately changed his words, "You have to move your brain more to become smart, ahem."

I wanted to scold this woman for being tricky, but considering that Xinxin was next to her, he took it back.

After handing over the scoring tables, the middle-aged woman no longer had the enthusiasm for activeness and hurried behind the crowd and kept silent.

She felt wronged and even more scared.

She regrets it very much.

A person always has to commit some 2 in his life. Sometimes the cost of committing two is not serious, but sometimes, as Shen Chong said, she offended someone she could not afford to provoke.

Someone next to her came over to comfort her, "Sister, it's not that I said to you. I think Mr. Chen is well-educated. It's a bit wrong for you to get stuck in her. But it's nothing big, he probably won't care too much."

The greasy aunt nodded, "I hope so. Forget it, my son's Great Wall map performed well, and he had a great hope of winning the championship."

"Wow! Did your child draw the Great Wall picture? It's amazing!"

Another characteristic of enthusiastic people is that they have a loud voice and shout directly when they hear this.

This is amazing. Others gathered together enthusiastically, either congratulating or jealous.

The middle-aged woman was in a bad mood at first and forced herself to politely with everyone, but later she gradually felt relieved.

Shen Chong was very angry. This woman was so sinister and kept hiding her and not saying it out.

Damn, I would have known that I and Xinxin should have scored low.

"Dad, don't be afraid, I draw much better than that brother."

Xinxin was really smart. Even Shen Chong guessed this little trick, and turned to comfort him.

Shen Chong coughed lightly.

He really wanted to just shout Liuliu to Xinxin as he used to, but he recalled the Great Wall map. It was so amazing, at least he couldn't compare to it himself.

I'm sure to lose today.

He decided to slow down a little and not give Xinxin another blood, so as not to feel too sad after losing.

"Xinxin, self-confidence is a good thing, but we must correctly understand the gap, right? Even if we lose, it does not mean that Xinxin is not as good as them in the future. You are only six years old. Many of them are twice as old as you!"

Xinxin pouted, her lips curled up as if she could hang an oil bottle, "Dad, don't believe me."

Shen Chong's mouth twitched, "Nothing, nothing is there!"

"You have it, dad, you don't think Xinxin can win."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Shen Chong shut up decisively, he couldn't afford to offend him, and he could say more or make mistakes.

Nearly an hour passed, and the number of the paintings on stage came to Sixty-three.

I saw a tall supervisor and another supervisor carefully moved a large watercolor painting of 1.2 meters long and 0.8 meters high from the jury to the edge of the stage.

At this time, the back of the painting was facing everyone, but when the two supervisors turned the painting and turned to the front facing everyone, the screams suddenly erupted one after another.

"I'll go!"

"Oh My God!"

"This...is this drawn by a child in three hours?"

"impossible!"

"This is a print!"

"Stop making trouble, it's really drawn by strokes. The taste of the paint has not yet dissipated. It's just drawn."

"This is too scary!"

"But that's the truth!"

On this large watercolor painting that appeared in front of everyone, towering mountains, white clouds and winding rivers form the most intuitive broad layout, which gives people a sense of momentum and magnificent look.

The green trees covered with green trees like green on the mountains add countless vitality to it.

The top of the mountain is covered with snow, and the mountainside is covered with needles and forests, and then it is transitioning down to broad-leaved forests.

It winds down again, but it turns into a prairie again.

It is obviously just a painting, but it seems to have drawn the alternation of four seasons from winter to summer, and painted a look of the green mountains and hills from thousands of miles away.

This looks like a fairyland on earth, making people intoxicated!

It was already powerful enough from a distance. After looking at the people in the current queue, they shouted loudly and couldn't control themselves.

This shows that this painting can not only be seen from a distance, but also has mystery when viewed from a close distance.

"What's the name of this painting?"

Someone asked about the supervision of the high-level competition.

The supervisor thought about it, "When I was collecting the painting, I asked the painter, and she said it was called the Picture of the Immortal Mountains and the Miscellaneous Picture."

"Good name!"

"Look at these creatures and monsters standing on the ground, swimming in the water, flying in the sky, each of which is so well drawn, with different expressions."

"Well, each one looks like the immortal, demon and monster in mythology. Is this one-legged Kuiniu? It's so well drawn, with just a few strokes, all the charms are there."

"One, two, three, four, five, six...99, one hundred! Damn, really one hundred!"

"Of course, otherwise why is it called Baiqitu?"

"But it took only three hours in total. Who can draw so quickly and so well? It's impossible! Even the master has to draw for a few days, right?"

The high supervisor's eyes floated quietly to Shen Chong's direction, explaining to the crowd below who were about to squeeze his head: "Actually, everyone sees appearances. Please carefully observe the lines in the painting. The direction of the mountains, the direction of the river, and even the direction of the clouds in the sky, and the strange eyes... Do you find that when you look at this painting, your eyes will involuntarily move to a point in the middle?"

He bent down a little, stretched out his finger and pointed at the lower right corner of the scroll through the air, "Yes, it's here, the perfect golden point! This is a focus effect, a very high-level skill. Look at the composition of the whole painting, look at the charm of the mountains, the agility of the river, the elegance of the clouds, and the piety of all weird pilgrims... This is an incredible master-level fantasy painting! This is the original words of Teacher Hou Qiuhua!"

The masses were in an uproar again. After the explanation of high supervision, their aesthetics were greatly elevated in a short period of time, and they really saw the deeper meanings hidden under the appearance.

Shen Chong, behind the crowd, also became interested. He felt amazed just now just after a glance. He really wanted the people in front of him to get out of here, so he quickly looked closer.

Shen Chong murmured to himself, "Whose baby is so powerful is so jealous."

Uh, wait...

He suddenly realized that this was the sixty-third picture, and Xinxin's one had not yet come out, and she had never said it herself.

Could it be...

Isn't it...

The corners of my mouth raised slightly, and my smile gradually bloomed. I am worthy of being my baby!

Brother Shen was thinking this in his heart. Xinxin, who was holding Feng Chuxue's palm next to him, suddenly poked his thigh and said loudly: "Dad, look, I said that I painted better than that big brother, and it was painted by Xinxin."

Shen Chong opened his mouth first, feeling both natural and incredible.

He knew Xinxin's level was indeed good, but it was not that high.

But this is the fact, it is better than all eloquence and no refutation is accepted.

It can only be explained that Xinxin performed extraordinaryly today.

With Xinxin's shout, many people in front turned around and stared at her with wide eyes.

Brother Chen's heart skipped another beat.

not good!

Baby, aren’t you harming yourself?

Even if you draw it, how can you tell it!
Chapter completed!