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Chapter 481(1/2)

Finally put the person in, Shen Chong and Feng Chuxue returned to the stands, intending to stretch their necks from the upper end of the compartment to see Xinxin inside.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see it at all.

Not to mention Xinxin's size, even those 1.67-meter-7 children could only barely see the top of their heads.

As for the paintings on the easel, they are even more invisible.

This is a special act by the organizer to maintain fairness of the competition, which is to try to avoid interference between the students' parents and tutors.

As the competition officially began, the cameras on the hanging tracks at the top began to patrol quickly, briefly sweeping the situation in each compartment from top to bottom.

The screen began to appear on the big screen, and the front shots were taken clearly by taking each child standing or sitting, scratching his head, closing his eyes to contemplate, or being energetic, or being confused on his face.

The camera's shooting angle is from front to back, from top to bottom, and can capture the front of the children, but it will not capture the drawing board.

The picture of each child stays for a short time for five to ten seconds, and then quickly turns into the picture of the next child.

There are as many as 128 contestants, each of which cycles once, which takes as little as ten minutes and as much as twenty minutes.

Whenever a child's picture is switched, parents in the stands are happy and surprised.

"That's my baby! Come on!"

The competition supervisor immediately approached from below, "This student's parents whispered softly, and it is strictly forbidden to make noise, otherwise you will also affect your child's rating."

"Okay, please pay attention next time."

Art is divided into many fields, and not only includes brushes and pigments, but also has countless schools and techniques.

Even if different schools use the same tools to make paintings of the same subject, their visual perception may be completely different.

For example, abstract, realistic and other styles.

But no matter what kind of genre, there is often no distinction between superiority and inferiority. Art hides details but is higher than details.

Art comes from techniques, but the realm of art is higher than technique.

The overall composition and color layout, or the specific combing of each line, are all art.

Just like Chinese paintings for a long time, there are only black and white landscape pictures outlined in ink, but who dares to say that the realm of this landscape picture is lower than that of colorful oil paintings?

The 128 children here have different learnings, but they are generally concentrated in several popular schools, with the most watercolor paintings followed by oil paintings.

It is easy to find a Western-style painting teacher who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts. It is difficult to find a Chinese painting master who can draw the state of the world with the simplest lines. Or it is difficult to find a master who can't learn even if he has money, so he won't accept it.

Xinxin learned a lot, but they all focus on basic skills. There is no fixed school, and Feng Chuxue did not deliberately guide him.

After all, Xinxin is only six years old, and it is not conducive to her thinking expansion too early, so Xinxin is now involved in sketching, carbon, watercolor, oil painting, Chinese painting and other aspects.

In such a competition where you can play freely after choosing topics, this is of course a disadvantage.

When the camera scanned the eighth child, the child had already stood up and started writing.

It was obvious that he decided the painting method he wanted to choose from from the beginning, and directly painted according to the scenery he remembered in his heart.

As for Xinxin, Feng Chuxue made a thought for her for fifteen minutes, because she was afraid that she would know how to be too complicated.

Every child has difficulty choosing syndrome, and the younger he is, the worse he is.

Shen Chong looked up at the children from other families on the big screen and subconsciously said, "Xinxin should be fine, right?"

Feng Chuxue was shocked: "How can you not have confidence in her?"

"Ahem, I just said casually, Xinxin will definitely win! Sure!"

He said this, but even the blind man could tell that he was very unconfident.

About seven or eight minutes later, the camera finally swept to Xinxin's compartment.

As expected, she did not rush to move, but sat on a small stool, supported her chin with her hands, looked straight ahead with a dazed look, wandering outside the sky, and didn't know what she was thinking.

She neatly placed paints and brushes on her right hand, holding a pen in her hand with just one lift, and unconsciously twisting the pen holder.

"Puff, just like I thought, this little doll is not good at all."

"It's almost ten minutes and I haven't started writing yet, so what else can I compare to?"

"That boss Shen is too forced and hates him too much. Why do you want to put such a small doll there and draw it alone and take it home early."

Many jokes came one after another, either mocking Shen Chong or feeling sorry for the child.

Although Shen Chong's hearing was not as good as Liang Zai, he was better than ordinary people. He listened to the crowd around him and bit his lips tightly as he listened to the discussions of the crowd.

He really wanted to shout loudly and encourage Xinxin.

But he remembered Xinxin's fist and pouting before she entered.

He told himself, maybe I should trust her once.

I do nothing.

I chose to believe.

Xinxin can definitely do it, not because of who she is.

Because she is Xinxin!

We participated in this competition with a legitimate and upright manner, without any shady words, or even only the reverse shady words.

I have a clear conscience.

Feng Chuxue turned her head and looked at the easy-going man who looked like a stubborn man, and also tightened his lips.

There is only so much that adults can do for children.

Before the child walks into the examination room, do all the logistics work to help the child adjust to the best learning state and have a mentality before the exam.

But as long as the child enters the examination room, the adults will only have expectations and tension.

Adults can raise children to adulthood, but they cannot help them take the exam.

Shen Chong probably understood the mentality of his parents before the college entrance examination.

There is a smell of a kite that is powerless to take off your hands but can only count on the wind to bring the kite back.

There was a social science research report that the most nervous student when taking the college entrance examination is not the candidates, but the parents of the students.

Shen Chong didn't believe it before, and he felt that his hands would tremble when he walked out of the exam room, so I must be the most nervous.

But now he believes it.

The candidates are busy using their brains, so they have no time to be nervous. Only parents who do nothing outside have the feeling of waiting for the verdict.

Parents are most afraid of their children crying, so they are the ones who fail the exam and feel that they are not doing well.

Parents are also afraid that their children will go out with laughter, which is too relaxed and not taking it seriously.

But no matter how much they care, parents have to pretend to be calm and say not to their children, just take your time.

Li Hongmu came forward and asked, "Mr. Shen, do you want those parents to be quieter?"

Shen Chong understood his meaning, waved his hand and said, "No, since you have signed up, you must be prepared to welcome rumors. These are all trivial matters."

Before I knew it, I walked to twelve minutes, and the camera just finished a circle and recirculated again from the first person.

Except for the parents of students who see their children, most people are inevitably focused on the little girl Xinxin.

This is called the focus effect. A big white goose stood among a pile of ducks. The first thing you noticed at a glance was this unique goose.

The one who closed his eyes and thought about it was this goose.

That's it now. The audience and other parents are curious. What will the little girl do when the camera turns over this time?

"Huh, what's the situation?"

"Why did that competition supervisor stand there and stop moving?"

"Is this the little girl's compartment?"

"What is the teacher doing?"

The camera was still walking slowly, taking pictures one by one in sequence, but one of the taller competition supervisors suddenly had an abnormal situation that attracted everyone's attention.

The competition supervisor was 1.9 meters tall, but the baffle was only 1.8 meters tall. His head was completely outside, and others could see his expression clearly.

At this time, he was slightly open his mouth, widening his eyes, lowering his head and looking down at the diagonal point.

His pupils were scattered, as if he saw something terrifying, which made him feel incredible.

He has become a master of Yan Yi.

What exactly happened?

This thought arose in everyone's heart.

Shen Chong also frowned, and even wanted to turn over and rush into the examination room.

But he endured it, and his heart felt as uncomfortable as if he was scratching a cat and slashing a mouse.

He was like this, not to mention others, and the intense curiosity tortures everyone present.

At this time, Xinxin didn't know that there was an adult standing behind her. She was standing in front of the easel, completely immersed in the canvas, and intoxicated in a world in her mind.

She held four brushes with five fingers in her left hand, and also held a brush with her right hand.
To be continued...
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