Chapter 535 From What You Said, Can Your Daughter Take First Place?

"Whoever I think is the first is the first, who dares not to accept it?"

Faced with Wu Wenshan's words, everyone in the manor nodded. Master Wu, as the first person in Jinling painting, naturally has the qualifications to be proud.

As for Zhao Yuanliang's behavior of using connections, everyone turned a blind eye. After all, the Zhao family can be said to be a wealthy family among wealthy families in Jinling. Who dares to say a word of no?

...

Two thirty in the afternoon.

Ye Chen and the parents present entered a lounge arranged by the art museum. Except for Li Yongmin, the other parents were restless and nervous, obviously thinking about whether their children could stand out in the competition.

Only Ye Chen and Li Yongmin seemed very relaxed.

The girl Qianqian looked in from time to time and said nervously: "Big brother, can Mengmeng get a certificate?"

Her words naturally attracted the attention of others. For a time, countless eyes were cast on Ye Chen.

"You must believe in your cute sister. Not only can she get it, but she will also get the certificate of the first prize." Ye Chen nodded with a smile.

Although he had never really seen his daughter paint.

But he still believed it.

Because she was his Ye Nankuang's daughter.

Although he didn't know how to paint!

But he still knew that painting required a person's sense of space, eyesight, and the ability to capture art.

His daughter took the pills as candy, and she was greatly improved in all aspects, just like the little guy kicked the football last time and kicked it to pieces.

After eating so many pills, if she still couldn't win among a group of peers, then Ye Chen should question his own alchemy level.

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup on her face could not help but sneer: "From what you said, your daughter can get first place?"

"Miss Shen Fang is right, brother, don't speak too slowly. As long as you can come to this competition, which child is not outstanding in school?"

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses echoed and said proudly: "Take my Yang Ye's child for example, he learned to paint at the age of three. For this reason, I also invited a professor from the Department of Fine Arts of Tiannan University to personally guide him."

"That's right, I also said that my daughter can also get first place!"

"..."

For a while, the entire lounge was full of gunpowder, all of them were bragging about their own children, or mocking Ye Chen's promises.

Ye Chen smiled and didn't mind. After all, children compete with their fathers, and parents will also compare their children with each other. This is in line with human nature.

"Everyone's children are good."

Li Yongmin smiled and took the initiative to help Ye Chen out: "I think my little fat boy doesn't have that fate or ability. I forced him to come today just to let him see the world."

In Li Yongmin's opinion, although the little fat boy Li Erguo has some talent in painting, he doesn't look like a painter at all. Although he often beats and scolds the little fat boy, his inner thoughts are to let the little fat boy take his own course.

"Dinglingling!"

As he was talking, a bell rang inside.

"The competition is about to start!"

I don't know who said it, and the whole lounge suddenly became quiet. All parents couldn't help but look at a large screen in front of them, which was exactly the scene of the competition.

It was a hall covering an area of ​​about 200 square meters. The hall was crowded with people at this time, most of whom were children from all over the country, about 100 people, and there were three judges sitting on the high platform.

"That's my child Xiaohai."

"Come on, Xiaomu, mom believes in you!"

"..."

Many parents were so excited that they couldn't help cheering when they saw their children appear in the video.

Ye Chen also laughed.

He also saw Mengmeng, who was standing behind Cang Shuxue with the fat boy Li Erguo. Compared with the serious look of other children, the two little guys looked indifferent and even whispered to each other.

Li Yongmin couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "This little bastard, it's time to whisper, wait until you come out, I'll beat your ass!"

The seven-year-old boy from the Zhao family was surrounded by people like a star, holding a mobile phone in his hand, playing games with a proud face.

"Hello, children and teachers!"

A woman in cheongsam came out with a microphone in her hand: "The theme of today's painting competition is 'Science Fiction'. You are the new generation of the country. Your wisdom and imagination determine the development of the world. As the saying goes, a strong youth means a strong China."

"Therefore, please create a painting on the spot around the theme of 'Science Fiction'. The time limit is 30 minutes. During this period, no whispering is allowed. The painting form is mainly based on imagination. There is no limit to the painting materials. Painting tools are available on site. The staff will distribute them to you later."

As a round of applause fell, several uniformed staff began to distribute painting tools, and all the participating children sat down in turn under the arrangement of the teachers.

"Ding-ling-ling!"

"The competition begins!"

A woman on the judges' seat rang the bell.

The whole scene suddenly became quiet, and all the children began to conceive one after another. The picture looked like the college entrance examination.

Even the little fat boy Li Erguo pinched his chin, made a bitter face and meditated, secretly cursing the judges for not making the theme related to food, but making it a science fiction.

I don’t know if Mengmeng has thought of what to draw.

He couldn’t help but turn his head to look at Mengmeng in the back row, but saw that Mengmeng had already picked up the crayons and started drawing, as if she had thought about it long ago.

“This… this…”

The little fat boy opened his mouth wide.

Art teacher Cang Shuxue was secretly anxious: “Mengmeng, this is a formal competition, there is only one chance, you should think it through before drawing, didn’t the teacher tell you?”

She thought Mengmeng was afraid that there was not enough time, so she started to draw without thinking clearly.

And this scene was also seen by many people. Everyone was shocked at first, and then sneered secretly, even the three judges on the judges’ seat were no exception.

The parents waiting outside couldn’t help but look at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen smiled but said nothing.

At the same time

In the manor on the back mountain of Jinling Art Museum, several art world masters were also watching the competition through the big screen.

When they saw that Mengmeng was the first to paint, many people shook their heads and said, "Painting requires a calm mind. If you are so impetuous, you are destined to have no future!"

As the first painter in Jinling, Wu Wenshan closed his eyes and rested, as if he was indifferent to everything.

After all, at his level, there are only a handful of people in the world who can match him in painting, so how could he be interested in the competition between children.

If it weren't for Zhao Yang of the Zhao family, he wouldn't come today.

At this time, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Look, what is that little girl painting?"

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(ps: Chapter 1, and the reason why I stopped updating these two days is because I ate something bad, had a stomachache, and was exhausted. I apologize to everyone, and I will make up for the owed chapters later.)