No matter what the outside world thought, Higashinoji just glanced at the media reporters in the venue and sighed in his heart——

There are so many people.

Unlike the Chinese side, Japan seems to have elevated the social status of painters and authors as professions, and the public attention that replaces them is higher than at home.

At least when Higashinoji was in China...a competition of this level would never see so many media reporters.

At most, some magazine writers will ask you for an exclusive interview afterwards.

Higashino glanced twice and then withdrew his gaze. Then he heard Madoka Fukushima's trembling voice next to him: "Aren't you nervous? Higashino-kun?"

Um?

Higashino glanced at Madoka Fukushima, who was so nervous that she kept breathing to adjust her mentality. After thinking about it, he answered her: "Ah, it's mainly because I'm used to this kind of atmosphere, so I'm not too nervous."

"Higashino-kun has such a good attitude... Higashino-kun and I are different..." Madoka Fukushima exhaled, looking at Higashinoji enviously and said, "It was the same when I came here to get the silver reward last time.

, I’m a little uncomfortable with the atmosphere here. Unlike Higashino-san...”

After she finished speaking, she inhaled and exhaled deeply several times and then managed to calm down.

Higashinoji didn't answer the call, after all, the other party did not seem to be in a good condition.

Of course, the most important thing is that the male master of ceremonies invited above has already begun his work as abbot:

"We welcome people from all walks of life and the media to attend the Tokyo Youth Art Award Ceremony tonight..."

First, let’s start with a long piece of official talk, naming the Tokyo Youth Art Prize, which is organized by the Japan Art Education Association, how many years has it been, and what are the outstanding works in it...

During this period, the cameras of the news media also started working, reflecting everything at the awards ceremony on the TV screen.

This eloquent social rhetoric lasted for more than five minutes before the male emcee officially got down to business.

"Then, the next step is the awards ceremony that everyone is particularly concerned about. The person in charge of awarding the awards is Mr. Yamauchi Ichiro, a lecturer at Mutono Art University who was nominated for the Minister of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology Award."

The male emcee extended his hand and introduced the middle-aged man standing next to him.

The middle-aged man also bowed to the people below as a greeting.

The audience below also gave appropriate applause.

"As usual, we will start with the student group first." The male emcee stretched out his right arm and motioned for the staff to bring the paintings onto the stage.

The awarding process of the Tokyo Youth Art Award has strict regulations.

First, the works will be displayed from the lightweight student group special awards, and then the heavyweight adult group special awards will be displayed. In both cases, the number of gold medal winners will be announced at the end.

This can be regarded as a little cleverness, making it feel like the gold medal winner is making his final appearance.

The author of the special award quickly presented his work and finally received his award certificate and left the stage.

During this period, there were not many sighs from the adult group round table where Higashinoji sat.

After all, in their eyes, most of the works of the student group are just trivial. High school students are just painting things in photos, and the more advanced ones add some artistic processing, without any metaphorical skills.

Then there were four bronze medalists from the student group, and naturally, Madoka Fukushima’s name was mentioned among them.

"I'm going up first, Higashino-san." Madoka Fukushima greeted Higashino in a low voice.

"Well, come on." Higashino nodded cheerfully to her and watched her take the stage.

When the other winners at the same table in the adult category saw that Madoka Fukushima only received the bronze medal in the student category, they shook their heads even more.

Now they are basically sure - Higashinoji's level is probably not very good. At most, he got lucky. When he was in particularly good condition, he painted a picture and won a special award for the adult category, so he was able to compete with himself.

sit together.

After coming to this conclusion, they inexplicably no longer had much hostility towards Higashinoji.

After all, the other party is just a high school student, and arguing with a low-level high school student will only bring him down their level.

This is actually a quite normal thing in reality.

Sometimes if your level is not good enough, then you don’t even have the qualifications to attract people’s attention and hostility.

"Higashino-san, it's almost your turn, right?"

After Madoka Fukushima stumbled on the stage and said a few words, she was finally put down. She asked Higashinoji next to her.

"It's almost my turn." Higashino nodded with a smile.

It doesn’t take long to comment on the paintings. After all, Mr. Yamauchi, who is in charge of awarding awards on the stage, doesn’t take that long to comment on each painting.

The presentation of the two silver awards passed quickly.

Now it’s finally time for the Student Category Gold Award presentation, which everyone is looking forward to.

With the sound of turning off the lights, the venue fell into darkness. Only the male emcee and Yamauchi on the first floor were illuminated by the projector lights.

"The following is the announcement time of the student group gold prize that you are most concerned about——"

The male emcee said unscriptedly and professionally:

"The jury's comment on this Gold Medal winner's work is that it emphasizes the impression of painting, as if Tokyo is wrapped in mist-like light, the sun is like a hot orange-red fireball, messy but orderly

The orderly combination of brushstrokes and warm and cold colors only gives people a beautiful impression. Even if you win the adult category, you are likely to win the gold medal.'"

The person on the first floor next to me, Yamauchi, didn’t change his expression much after hearing this copy.

After all, Higashino Tsukasa, the author of "Tokyo Sunset·Impression", did win a double gold medal. In this case, there is no big problem in such praise.

But this was just his idea, as he knew the truth. The author of the adult group was a little unhappy when he heard this.

After all, this is directly stepping on the faces of all adult category authors and praising the student category gold medal author.

What kind of work is it? Is the work of a high school student worthy of such praise?

Everyone has the same idea, hoping to see whether the gold medal work is worthy of such praise.

And the emcee didn't deliberately show off. After saying the lines, he directly pulled up the dark red curtain covering the canvas.

"The title of this work is "Tokyo Sunset·Impression"."

then--

The overall appearance of the oil painting appears in front of everyone.

It may have been a painting painted in the evening.

A round red sun stood out in the dim scene, like an orange-red fireball immersed in the light and shadow like water.

The orange-red brilliance of the setting sun is refracted by the small particles in the air in the oil painting, forming a warm light like water waves.

The quick but not messy brushstrokes maintain the balance of the entire picture. When combined with the contrast of the cold colors of the Tokyo city below, it can only give people an ignorant and beautiful impression.

"This...is this really the work of the student group?" Someone in the adult group opened his mouth wide.

This touch... this technique of capturing a moment of beauty on canvas...

You said this is the work of a student group?
Chapter completed!