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Chapter 564

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It wasn't just the audience that was anxious. Even the judges were a little anxious.

This piece of work looked really good. It would be a pity if it was given up halfway.

They watched as time passed by. Everyone held their breath and focused their attention on Jian Yiling. They quietly looked at the work that was about to be born in her hands.

The audience was incredibly quiet.

It was as if they could hear the sound of Jian Yiling's fingers pinching the sugar.

Jian Yiling had finished her work in the last few minutes.

An ancient-looking man who was flipping the sugar appeared in front of everyone.

It was exquisite and lifelike.

The raw material of such a beautiful figure was actually sugar.

It looked even more realistic than those custom-made figurines.

Furthermore, when Jian Yiling was working on this piece of work, her speed was incredibly fast.

Although it took her a lot longer than the others, she almost didn't make it in time.

However, the speed at which she made such a work with sugar was already very fast.

The speed at which she pinched the sugar was obvious to everyone.

When the work was completed, there was a thunderous applause from the audience. The applause lasted for a while.

There was a girl who especially liked this kind of ancient-style work. She stood up in excitement.

After Jian Yiling, there was no other work that made the students more excited than Jian Yiling.

Everyone's work was over.

Next up was the voting session.

Everyone in the audience had one vote. They could vote for the work that they liked.

The four judges each had 100 votes.

In total, there were 1,400 votes.

Finally, the results of the voting came out. Jian Yiling was in first place. She won with an absolute majority of 773 votes. In second place was Wen Ruo. She received 225 votes. In third place was 197 votes.

From this, it could be seen that Jian Yiling's work was the most popular.

First of all, it was indeed a manifestation of technology and art. Furthermore, it was very approachable. Everyone could understand the beauty at a glance. It was very easy for the students to accept the beauty and technique.

This result made Cai Qinyue and Wen Ruo's expressions turn ugly.

Cai Qinyue didn't think that this was the right result.

This was because most of the people who voted were students. They didn't understand traditional Chinese paintings. They couldn't appreciate the beauty and art of traditional Chinese paintings.

They only knew how to look at the visual image.

That was why Jian Yiling's sugar figure received such a high number of votes.

Wen Ruo's expression was very ugly.

When it was time to receive the award, there was no joy on her face at all.

Ever since she was young, she had always won first place in competitions that were related to art.

She didn't think that her painting was inferior to the candy figure that Jian Yiling had made.

However, most of the people present didn't have enough appreciation for traditional Chinese art.

This kind of evaluation was not fair to her.

After the match, Jian Yiling returned to Wen Nuan and Nie Yun's side.

Unlike Wen Nuan's introverted behavior, Nie Yun rushed in front of Jian Yiling and hugged her:

"Yiling Ling, you're amazing! Third Aunt is proud of you! "

Faced with Nie Yun's enthusiasm, Jian Yiling didn't know what to do.

Wen Nuan silently lowered her head.

Her heart was aching.

The feeling of pain was more than happiness.

The more capable her daughter was, the further she felt her daughter was from her.

She also knew that she was the one who pushed her to such a distant position.

But she was unwilling. She was unwilling to see her daughter drift further and further away from her, unable to return to the past.

Wen Ruo also came to Cai Qinyue's side. Nie Yun's laughter was inexplicably harsh.

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