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Chapter 562

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Because this was only the preliminary selection, the final talent competition that would determine the ranking would be created on the spot, and the student and teacher representatives would vote together to determine the final ranking.

Therefore, these two works were undoubtedly selected, and they were the seeded contestants in the eyes of the judges.

After the list was published on the official website, Wen Ruo was not surprised that her name was on it.

However, she was surprised. Why was Jian Yiling's name on the list?

In his impression, this cousin of his was ignorant and incompetent. Other than being gluttonous and acting coquettishly in front of her brothers, she did not have any special abilities.

In the evening, Wen Ruo told her mother about this matter.

"Since when did your cousin have some artistic cells?"

"Not sure."

"Since this talent competition is held on the spot, I don't think she would make a fake one. It seems that she has inherited some of the artistic cells of the Wen family. By the way, do you know what she submitted? "

"Not sure."

The website only announced the name list, but did not indicate what kind of work each contestant had submitted.

"I'm quite curious, what talent did she learn?"

"You have to go on the day of my competition anyway. Won't you see it when you go?"

"That's true."

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When Grandma Jian learned that Jian Yiling had participated in the talent competition, she ordered her two daughters-in-law to go and support Jian Yiling.

It didn't matter if they didn't get a good ranking. What mattered was participation!

Jian Yiling hadn't expected that Wen Nuan and Nie Yun would come along.

He even made a support sign for her …

The venue of the talent competition was in Beijing University's 1000-seat lecture hall.

Many parents had come to the scene. There were also parents like Nie Yun who made a support sign, but not many.

When Cai Qinyue bumped into Wen Nuan and the others, she saw the support sign in Nie Yun's hand. She subconsciously kept her distance from her.

This Nie Yun, although her background was not bad, her behavior was no different from those shrews in the marketplace.

Nie Yun did not care so much. She liked her little niece, so what was so embarrassing about supporting her little niece?

Cai Qinyue and Wen Nuan looked at each other again. Then, they looked away at the same time.

There was still a knot left over from the previous incident.

The rules of the competition were very simple. All the contestants would choose to go up on stage one by one to display their talent works.

The officials requested that the performance time be limited to half an hour, which was very unfriendly to some works that required a long time to complete.

But for the smooth progress of the competition, they had to compromise.

Among the 1,000 spectators, other than the first two rows which were reserved for the parents of the contestants, the rest were for the teachers and students of several schools. Each of them had a vote in their hands.

The first person to go on stage was performing calligraphy. In front of everyone, he wrote in a standard script.

The handwriting was beautiful and smooth, and the strokes were bold and powerful.

It just lacked a little flavor.

He was still a little too immature. He had only practiced his brush skills.

But as far as a university student's talent was concerned, it was already very good.

Cai Qinyue's heart was filled with disdain when she saw this. This was far worse than her daughter's.

The second performance was a guzheng song.

This work was originally sent to the official website as a video.

The effect of a live performance was much better than a video.

The fifth program was Wen Ruo's turn.

She drew an ink painting on the spot.

Wen Ruo's technique was experienced and her grip on the brush was strong.

With just a few strokes, he had outlined the mountains and rivers. With just a few more strokes, he had formed the embryonic form of the entire painting. The artistic conception and feeling had appeared.

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