Wang Pingyang stabbed Tang Xiangyang and asked in a low voice, "Do you think Shi Fei can get another 10 points?"

Tang Xiangyang said: "I don't know, it's just the competition. You don't need to be too real, just try your best. +++ Catino novel website lightnovelpub.net"

Wang Pingyang raised Tang Xiangyang's hand on his trouser legs and took a look. There was already a palm print on it, all of which was stained with wet sweat from the palm of his hand. He curled his lips and said, "I thought it would be more peaceful."

Tang Xiangyang said calmly, "No matter what, if Shi Fei can get 10 points from Bert and Yang Weidong, then his name of Mr. J will once again sweep the painter's world."

Wang Pingyang nodded. He has such a talent at a young age. The key (sexual) child is not arrogant or rash. He is really a rare child.

At this time, the last judge, John, finally announced his score, 9.9 points.

John picked up the microphone on the table and said in English: "Shi Fei, you really gave me a big surprise today. I did not expect that you are not only good at oil painting, but also good at Chinese painting in your country. I have been pursuing painting all my life. I always think that my time is too short and I don’t study enough. There are still many outstanding painters in the world that I can learn from. Starting today, I have added you to the list of painters to study. I didn’t give you a score. I don’t want your work to stop here. I deduct 0.1 points. I hope you can have more room for development."

Shi Fei responded humbly in English: "Thank you for your affirmation. I will inherit your teaching today and continue to work hard."

The netizens were excited one by one, especially the Dumbo. Those who were not optimistic about their idols before, now all the Dumbo is exasperated.

"Help, my elder brother actually got a full score, no matter if I'm worse than 0.1, I can count as a full score."

"Brother Fei, how can you be so good? It is our little Dumbo that is holding you back."

"Who said before that we Fei can't paint oil paintings, come out and accept face beatings."

"I remember there were people who said that if Xianmeng Literature Club wins, they will live broadcast the food, how about people?"

"I'll go look it up, I have already taken a screenshot of the big brother who is going to eat Xiang, don't think it's okay to hide."

"What is the urgency? Shi Fei hasn't seen anything yet. Who knows if the judges are partial."

Those who suspected the bias of the judges were soon denied by the parents who were sprayed by the netizens. Is it necessary for the status of these judges to do this?

What's more, even if you really want to be partial, this judge was invited by Zuijiang Literature Society, and if you want to be partial, you are also partial.

At this time, the staff erected Shi Fei's painting and faced everyone.

Shi Fei painted an autumn lake painting. Looking at it from the front, there is a lake on the left and dense ginkgo trees on the right.

Shi Fei's colorful ink painting method paints an autumn lakeside scene (color) quite realistically.

When Carol saw this painting, he was not convinced at first, and said in slightly blunt Chinese: "I admit that Shi Fei's painting is pretty good, but I think Teacher Ye Qingcheng's painting is not worse than him. Why can he Get ten points?"

Carol had studied Chinese painting, and he had also compared with Shifei at the beginning, and his level was also poor. He questioned this result as okay.

Xue Wei acted as a temporary translator to translate Carol's words.

John (touching Mo) smiled with his beard and said, "Thank you, staff, please turn 180 degrees."

The staff flipped it 180 degrees, and everyone found that it was actually a double-sided painting. The sky with blue sky and white clouds turned into a blue lake after flipping, and the water was still glowing with white light.

The original lake (color), which was slightly darker (color), now looks more like a black cloud.

The trees that were originally on the ground were rotated, but instead became reflections in the water.

"This is Mr. J's double-sided painting. His unique painting technique is double-sided painting." Someone screamed, thinking that he could only use oil paintings to achieve such an effect, but he did not expect color ink paintings to also paint. This effect is coming.

Yang Weidong said: "Carol, can you do this?"

Carol held a flushed face and whispered, "No."

John's eyes were shining, and he couldn't help but excitedly said, "Mr. Shi Fei's painting is more than that, please turn it 90 degrees."

The staff turned 90 degrees again, when his painting stood upright.

The boundary between the lake and the ground in the middle becomes the main tree (gan gan), and the trees reflected on the lake surface and the trees on the ground become branches (gan gan) on both sides of the big tree.

"This, this, this is a tree? Oh my God, this painting is actually a towering tree."

"Oh my God, how did Shi Fei do this?"

"Is he still a human? One painting can see three different landscapes in three directions. How does his head grow?"

"The **** of painting is on, please bless me to pass the art class next year."

"Ibid..."

John said: "Looking upright, this picture is not perfect, even the tree looks a little ordinary, but don't forget that Mr. Shi Fei took less than two hours to draw on the spot."

If he is given enough time to measure the proportions and lines of this painting, I believe this painting will go several steps higher.

No matter how this Shifei alone can look down upon them all.

Ye Qingcheng, who had not spoken at this time, spoke, speaking in standard Mandarin, and could not tell the accent: "Mr. J's painting skills are indeed extraordinary, but the color ink painting is gradually influenced by Western painting in China. The formation of a new kind of painting. The origin is in our West. It is not glorious for you to win this game."

Ye Qingcheng's meaning is that color ink painting evolved from Western painting and cannot be completely regarded as Chinese painting.

Shi Fei curled his mouth and responded, "Senior Ye Qingcheng, did you paint on canvas paper today?"

Ye Qingcheng: "So what?"

Shi Fei responded: "How can you use paper to paint? Paper is one of our four great inventions in China, and it was later introduced to you in the West, but it was in China that you got a high score of 9.8. It's not glorious."

Ye Qingcheng said angrily: "You are (strong qiang) irrational."

Shi Fei responded: "I used the paper, pen, and ink made by our Huaxia Kingdom to draw, how could it be shameless to win? Or is it that Mr. Galen can't afford to lose?"

Ye Qingcheng: "Who said I can't afford to lose? When I came out to paint, you..."

Halfway through the conversation, Ye Qingcheng realized that he was caught up in Shi Fei's routine. His body was stiff, and the veins on his neck were violent, "You confuse me."

It was only then that everyone realized that the mysterious dark horse student who has been wearing a mask by the Drunken River Literature Society is the famous Galen Naham.

He is the master of Carol Herman and a well-known painter in the world, and his popularity is similar to Yang Weidong.

In fact, it doesn't matter if he participates in the painting competition as a student of Zuijiang Literature Club. There is no requirement in the competition rules.

But he wanted to take part in the game to defeat Shi Fei, and he had doubts about his identity, so he came up with this idea.

He went to the battle to paint himself, just like Tang Xiangyang's inconvenience before, he used his popularity to raise his identity to the other party.

This will be revealed by Shi Fei suddenly, or if he loses, no wonder he is so angry.

Today’s event spreads out, and it will become a dignified and well-known painter Galen Naham who ran to participate in the contest where Yang Weidong and Bert were judges, and finally lost to an 18-year-old Mao child. On hand.

In the future, as long as someone mentions Mr. J or Shi Fei, they will always think of this moment in today's history (sexual xing).

"That's okay. It's too shameful. Came to compete with Fei Ge in a masked disguise."

"Both the master and the apprentice are shameless and shameless. If you lose, you can't afford to lose."

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, they are the ones who are ashamed. Brother Fei has taught them how to behave."

"Brother Fei, no, I will call your father later, long live Dad Shifei, you are too awesome."

"He's here, he's here, Shi Fei's father came with a double-sided painting, but it was a three-sided painting."

"I'm really worried about such an excellent husband in the fan, there are more and more rivals in love."

"I was suddenly a little worried, such an excellent idol, it seems that it's easy to draw without mixing in the entertainment industry."

"Upstairs, don't scare me. Fei will not go back to paint if he doesn't play well in the entertainment industry?"

"I was very happy that Brother Fei won. When you said that, I was suddenly scared."

Finally, adding Shi Fei's 29.9 points, Xianmeng Literature Club won the victory in an overwhelming manner.

People from Xianmeng Literature Club cheered happily, and rushed happily around Shi Fei, "Shi Fei, you are too good, you are too good, you will be my idol in the future."

Tang Xiangyang went to the stage anxiously, "You bastards, don't knock this painting." Hurry up and put the painting that Shi Feigang drew.

The Zuijiang Literature Club didn't have such a good mood. Xue Wei's face (color) was extremely ugly, and Galen finally left with anger.

Carol looked at Shi Fei when he was surrounded, and his eyes flashed (强qiang) unwillingly.

When Wu Zi (Qiangqiang) saw the result, his whole person was stunned. The way the ending was opened was wrong.

How could this be?

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Wu Zi (Qiangqiang) quickly contacted the marketing account and the navy who had been asked to write and stepped on the draft, and asked them to stop their work quickly.

It's only been a while, they probably haven't taken any action yet, and they have time to withdraw.

I got a reply from there: "Don't worry, we are very efficient, and we will never miss anything. Just one second before you called me, I just sent the manuscript to one key."

Wu Zi (强qiang) suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, and the phone fell directly from his hand (off tuo) and fell back on the chair.