Some are happy and some are sad. With plenty of food and competitions to win prizes, most of the students are very motivated, except for one person.

That was Zhang Siyang. Last time she stole Qiao Jin's painting and won first place in the national art competition.

And this time, although it was just a competition between people in school, the theme was exactly the same as last time.

She can't compete, she wants to quit the competition.

To be honest, Zhang Siyang's paintings did not reach even the upper-middle level in school in terms of line drawings and colors.

The last art competition was so important that its ranking could directly affect the foreign schools Zhang Siyang would apply for next, so she took the risk.

Now if I ask her to draw a horizontal painting of the same theme, she can't do it.

Last time, she collided with Qiao Jin's painting. Because she completed the painting first, everyone thought Qiao Jin had plagiarized it, and therefore they coldly laughed at and even ostracized Qiao Jin.

She must not let everyone know the truth!

but……

"Why can't I quit!"

Zhang Siyang found Director Yan who was in charge of this competition and expressed his intention to withdraw from the competition, but the director did not directly agree.

"It's not that you can't withdraw from the competition. It's your freedom to participate or not. But once you don't participate in the competition, you lose the qualification to share food. You have to think about it yourself."

Director Yan remembered the request made by Tang Mo before. She is a very old-fashioned person and she thinks this request is very reasonable.

Since she has agreed to something with her students and set the rules, she will stick to them to the end.

"Why? I also shared the package my father sent me with everyone!"

Zhang Siyang felt it was unfair and shouted loudly.

Director Yan shook her head. She remembered that the girl in front of her was the classmate who won first place in the previous competition.

She admired the painting very much. She originally thought that this must be a very reserved and talented child, but she didn't expect that the person in the painting didn't seem to match Zhang Siyang. At this time, Director Yan only thought that this girl was very noisy.

"Yes, your last package was shared with many people, but don't forget that you also drew a blacklist. Since only classmates with whom you have a good relationship can share your food, this time only classmates who participated in the competition

It is only fair that we can share these ownerless foods.”

Zhang Siyang's last blacklist was really exaggerated. There were more than thirty people on her blacklist.

There were so many people with bad relationships that even the teacher who divided the food was speechless. But after all, it was someone else’s food and no one said anything. But this time it was different.

On the way back to the room, Zhang Siyang became more and more angry as he thought about it, and kicked the stones on the road hard.

"ah!"

My left foot was accidentally scratched by a sharp stone on the part exposed outside the sock.

"Even the stones are against me!"

Zhang Siyang's face was extremely ugly, like the stepmother in Snow White.

However, looking at the injury on her foot, she suddenly had an idea in her mind...

She knows how to solve this problem perfectly without losing face!

In the next few days, Tang Mo was very busy every day.

She was busy digging holes at the entrance of the tunnel that the principal had drawn, and she also had to start preparing her own entry for the competition.

One is physical work and the other is mental work, neither of which is easy.

The task of digging a hole was a pure test of Tang Mo's strength and endurance. All tools could not be used in the space. Tang Mo could only use his mental power to help dig the hole bit by bit.

Qiao Jin's body is too weak and she will be unable to stand even after working for a long time.

The depth of this hole is not as simple as a groundhog burrowing into the ground. It is not easy to penetrate this mountain without making it too large and causing the mountain to collapse. It is really not easy.

Tang Mo worked for three days and only dug seven or eight meters deep. This was already her limit, but at this rate, by the time she could go out, the apocalypse here might be over...

…

Tang Mo, who had no tools and poor physical fitness, could only try to use his mental power to drill holes in different ways.

But whether it is a shovel, an axe, or even an awl and a mallet, the speed is not so satisfactory.

On the other hand, Tang Mo also encountered bottlenecks in the process of preparing entries.

Although she inherited Qiao Jin's painting skills, her thinking was still her own. Even if she was given superb painting skills, she could not think of what to paint at this time.

A painting is not only about the technique, but more importantly about the thoughts that the painting can convey to people.

A good painting has vitality and is by no means a simple two-dimensional plan.

Otherwise, Xiaojin’s previous plagiarized painting would not have received so much praise...

That’s right! That winning painting!

At the end of Tang Dynasty, he carefully searched for the appearance of that painting in Qiao Jin's memories, trying to find some inspiration from that painting.

This time, she must win the competition.

Only in this way can Qiao Jin's wish be fulfilled. If he loses the overtime game that he finally fought for, let alone Xiao Jin's wish, Tang Mo will be so angry that he will die.

Qiao Jin's painting that was plagiarized by Zhang Siyang has a name, called Black.

The color of the entire painting is mainly black, with a small figure squatting in the lower left corner.

The figure is in a crouched position, with arms wrapped around the knees.

Although the characters are drawn very small, the exposed half of their faces still have expressions, and the expressions are very thought-provoking.

In the dark night, it is not fear and panic, nor does it seem like calm comfort, but a kind of numbness.

The kind of numbness is very vivid. It is the numbness that cannot be relieved after experiencing great pain. It is the numbness that has lost any expectations for the future.

That kind of numb coldness seemed to have penetrated deep into the bone marrow. It was like a spirit falling into hell, and no one could pull her up.

Hidden in the black background, there are traces of dark red meridians around the figure, and a huge outline wraps up the helpless man.

Tang Mo observed carefully and found that it was in the shape of a heart.

It is not a loving heart, but the shape of the organs in a human chest. Even the arteries, blood vessels, and left and right atria are drawn.

The dark red is hidden in the black, giving the impression of completely swallowing up the person in the painting.

Even a person like Tang Mo, who didn't understand art at all, felt shocked when she saw this painting. In this painting, she felt the emotion that the author wanted to express.

That's pain.

It wasn't until he looked at this painting carefully that the late Tang Dynasty truly understood why Qiao Jin still cared so much about this matter in the last days.
Chapter completed!