"Whoever this old man thinks is number one will be number one. Who dares to disagree?"
Hearing Wu Wenshan's words, everyone in the manor nodded. As the best painter in Jinling City, Master Wu had the right to be proud.
Everyone turned a blind eye to Zhao Yuanliang's actions. After all, the Zhao family was one of the wealthiest families in Jinling. Who dared to say no?
…
Two thirty in the afternoon.
Ye Chen and the parents who were there entered a lounge under the art gallery's arrangement. Apart from Li Yongmin, the rest of the parents were restless. They looked nervous, clearly wondering if their children could stand out in the competition.
Only Ye Chen and Li Yongmin seemed relaxed.
Qianqian peeked in from time to time and said nervously, "Big Brother, can Sister Mengmeng get the certificate?"
What she said naturally attracted the attention of the rest. At that moment, countless gazes were on Ye Chen.
"You must believe in your Little Sister Mengmeng. Not only will she get it, but she'll also get the first-prize certificate." Ye Chen nodded while smiling.
Although he had never seen his daughter draw.
But he still believed.
That was because she was his daughter.
Although he did not know how to draw!
However, he still knew that painting required a person's spatial sense, eyesight, and the ability to capture art.
His daughter ate elixirs like candy, and all aspects of her had been greatly improved. It was just like the last time when the little fellow played football and exploded it with one kick.
After eating so many medicinal pills, Ye Chen would start doubting his alchemy standard if she still could not beat a group of people of the same age.
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup on her face couldn't help but sneer and say, "From what you said, your daughter can get first place?"
"Miss Shen Fang is right. Brother, don't be so slow with your words. Among those who are able to participate in this competition, which child isn't outstanding in school?"
A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses echoed and said with a face full of pride, "Take my son, Yang Ye, for example. He learned to paint at the age of three. For this reason, I even asked a professor from the Tiannan University's Fine Arts Department to personally guide him."
"That's right, I also said that my daughter can also get first place!"
"…"
At that moment, the entire lounge was filled with the smell of gunpowder. All of them were bragging about their children or mocking Ye Chen's confidence.
Ye Chen smiled and did not mind. After all, children would compare their fathers and parents would compare their children too. It was human nature.
"Everyone's children are not bad."
Li Yongmin smiled and took the initiative to help Ye Chen out. "I don't think my little fatty is that lucky or capable. I forced him to come here today so that he can see the world."
In Li Yongmin's opinion, although the little fatty, Li Erguo, had some talent in painting, he did not look like an artist at all. Although he often beat and scolded the little fatty, he had the thought of letting nature take its course for the little fatty.
Ding Ling Ling!
Just as he was speaking, a bell rang from inside.
"The match is about to begin!"
No one knew who said that, but the entire lounge immediately fell silent. All the parents could not help but look at the big screen in front of them. The scene on it happened to be the competition.
It was a hall that occupied an area of about 200 square meters. The hall was filled with people at that moment. Most of them were children from all over the country. There were about a hundred of them, and there were three judges sitting on the high platform.
"That's my child, Xiaohai."
"All the best, Xiaomu. Mommy believes in you!"
"…"
Many parents could not help but cheer when they saw their children in the video.
Ye Chen smiled as well.
He also saw Mengmeng. At that moment, she was standing behind Cang Shuxue with the little fatty Li Erguo. Compared to the other children who looked serious, the two little guys did not seem to care at all. They were even whispering to each other.
Li Yongmin could not help but scold jokingly, "This little brat, you're still in the mood to whisper at a time like this. I'll spank your butt when you come out!"
On the other hand, the seven-year-old boy from the Zhao family was surrounded by people like stars surrounding the moon. He held a phone in his hand and played games proudly.
"Greetings, children and leading teachers!"
A woman in a cheongsam walked out with a microphone in her hand, "The theme of today's painting competition is' Science Fantasy '. You're the new generation of the country. Your wisdom and imagination will determine the development of the world. As the saying goes, China will be strong if the young are strong.
"Therefore, please create a painting on the spot around the theme of 'Science Fantasy'. The time limit is 30 minutes. During this period, no whispering is allowed. The painting style is mainly based on imagination. There are no restrictions on the painting materials, and the painting tools are available here. The staff will distribute them to you later."
As the applause fell, a few uniformed staff began to distribute the painting tools. All the participating children sat down under the arrangement of the leading teachers.
Ring, ring, ring!
"The competition begins!"
A lady from the judging panel rang the bell.
The entire venue fell silent. All the children started to think about it. It looked like a college entrance examination.
Even the little fatty, Li Erguo, pinched his chin and meditated with a bitter expression. He secretly cursed the damn judges. They did not make the theme related to food. Instead, they had to make it a science fantasy.
He wondered if Mengmeng had thought of what to draw.
He could not help but turn to look at Mengmeng, who was sitting at the back. He saw that Mengmeng had already picked up a crayon and started drawing as if she had already thought about it.
"T-This …"
The little fatty's mouth was wide open.
The art teacher, Cang Shuxue, was secretly anxious, "Mengmeng, this is a formal competition. There's only one chance. You should think carefully before drawing. Didn't I remind you?"
She thought that Mengmeng was afraid that there was not enough time, so she started drawing in a hurry without thinking.
This scene was also seen by many people. Everyone was shocked at first, then they secretly sneered. Even the three judges on the judging panel were no exception.
The parents waiting outside could not help but look at Ye Chen.
However, Ye Chen smiled without saying anything.
At the same time.
In the manor behind the Jinling Gallery, a few powerhouses in the art world were also watching the competition through the big screen.
When they saw that Mengmeng was the first to draw, many people shook their heads, "Painting requires calmness. If you're so impetuous, you're destined to have no future in the future!"
As the No. 1 painter in Jinling, Wu Wenshan closed his eyes to rest, as if he was indifferent to everything.
After all, at his level, there were only a handful of people in the world who could compare to him in painting. Why would he be interested in a competition between children?
If not for Zhao Yang from the Zhao family, he would not have come today.
At that moment, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Look, what's that girl drawing?"
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