The Wife of the Wealthy Family Is Fierce and Cute

Everyone felt that He Zhiqian was embarrassing Chu Luo.

He Zhiqian is indeed embarrassing Chu Luo, he wants to let Chu Luo know that in the world of calligraphy and painting, truly capable people come from real skills.

As soon as Chu Luo spoke, He Zhiqian let go of his slightly serious face a lot. He looked at Chu Luo and said deliberately: "Chu Luo, I am very optimistic about you, I hope you don't let me down."

"Hey! Chairman He has never said that he has a crush on anyone. Could it be that Chu Luo really has a great talent for painting?"

"If this is the case, with Chu Luo's popularity, the media would have reported it before. Why didn't they say that Chu Luo can draw?"

"Didn't you find that President He looked at Chu Luo too seriously? Did Chu Luo do something that made President He unhappy?"

"I heard that Chairman He pays special attention to his own paintings, and he especially doesn't like people pointing fingers at his paintings. Could it be that Chu Luo violated his taboo and was hated?"

"It's very possible. After all, President He is famous in the calligraphy and painting circles for pennies and pennies."

"It's just that for this competition, I heard that many foreign media have applied for the right to broadcast live. Under such circumstances, President He is still embarrassing Chu Luo. Is it a bit too much?"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but He Zhiqian looked at Chu Luo persistently.

Chu Luo nodded to him with the same expression, and then gestured to the host Yu Tong.

Yu Tong continued to host.

"Since Chairman He asked Chu Luo to participate in the competition, Chu Luo also agreed. I wonder if other leaders have any opinions?"

The leaders sitting in front discussed in a low voice and nodded towards Yu Tong at the same time.

Yu Tong continued: "It just so happened that a contestant from our school had an accident this morning and injured his hand. Now student Chu Luo will represent the Imperial University in the competition. Next, we will ask our robotics team to prepare the contestants for the competition."

As soon as Yu Tong finished speaking, Chu Luo pressed a button on the operation panel behind Yuan Gungun, and then everyone watched in shock as more than a dozen robots came onto the stage orderly with painting tools and the like.

The whole big screen showed the warm spring and flowers blooming, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and even the floor on the stage has become a realistic green grass. Just when the sun above the head shines in, there are still old grass on the green grass. dew.

This time, not only the people in the audience started talking, but even the audience who were watching the live broadcast were shocked.

"Oh my god! How did you do it? The people at the Imperial University are too good. They can actually simulate the game scene into such an artistic picture. I feel inspired to draw!"

"I don't know who came up with this idea, I give him full marks."

"And those robots? When did Emperor University's robot technology get so good? See how they lift the painting table and hold the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. If it wasn't for the appearance of robots, I would have thought they were real people!"

"I have to say that the calligraphy and painting competition held by the Emperor University has already amazed me even before it even started!"

"I look forward to the performance of the contestants this time, and I look forward to the performance of Chu Luo who suddenly participated!"

"Can Chu Luo draw?"

"If Chu Luo can get the ranking, I will eat the keyboard live!"

"Di Da is simply trying to please the public!"

...

Uneven comments were flying all over the sky, but everyone present began to look forward to it.

After the robot delivered all the tools needed by the contestants, it retreated.

Then all the contestants came on stage.

As soon as Chu Luo took the stage, everyone's eyes were on her and they couldn't take it back.

There are only eight words in everyone's heart: beautiful as a fairy, overwhelming the country and the city!

Contestants walk to the corresponding place and sit down according to the number plate.

Chu Luo's position is on the right.

The title of the competition was announced by people in the calligraphy and painting circles, and someone gave the title to He Zhiqian, "President He, read the title."

He Zhiqian raised his hand and pushed away the topic that the person gave him, stood up and took the microphone and said: "Since it is the National College Student Painting and Calligraphy Competition, in order to ensure the fairness and justice of the competition, we will not look at the topics prepared in advance."

As soon as He Zhiqian said this, several people's expressions changed.

This kind of competition, although no one knows the topic, but they will know the general direction, the teacher will let the students practice more according to this direction, He Zhiqian is simply playing cards out of common sense on purpose.

He Zhiqian glanced at all the contestants on the stage, and finally stopped at the calm Chu Luo, and continued: "Today's topic is to draw a picture as lively as the Qingming Riverside Picture."

"Hey!"

"Is Chairman He crazy? How could he come up with such a question? Isn't this embarrassing for all the contestants?"

"And if you want to paint a scene like this, three hours is not enough!"

Speaking of this, someone raised it out loud.

He Zhiqian replied with a serious face: "Since it is a national competition, how many level of paintings can be drawn in two or three hours, extend the painting time!"

"President He, this is not good, everyone is not prepared."

"Who wasn't ready?"

He Zhiqian's eyes narrowed, "This is the National College Student Painting and Calligraphy Competition, not a competition for children to draw casually. Since I have the ability to participate in this competition, is it still my problem?"

Speaking of this, he said directly and forcefully: "Add another five hours to the time, and those who can draw this painting within eight hours will directly join the Painting and Calligraphy Association."

"Hey! Hiss..."

He Zhiqian's words made many people breathe a sigh of relief, and made many people show excitement on their faces.

You must know that the Painting and Calligraphy Association of the Empire cannot be entered casually. They are all masters of calligraphy and painting with works. As long as you join the Painting and Calligraphy Association, your reputation will directly increase and you will become a figure at the master level.

Before the people in the audience could react, several contestants expressed their opinions immediately.

"I accept President He's competition title."

"I accept it too."

"I accept it too."

...

Soon most of the students accepted the competition topic, and the others had nothing to say.

The game started in such a tense and excited mood, with some anticipation.

The reporter sitting under the stage hurriedly said to the cameraman: "Give more close-ups to each contestant, especially Chu Luo from the Imperial University."

Not only the people in the auditorium were excited, but even the reporters who rushed over to watch the live broadcast and the students of the Imperial University were also excited.

"The president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association is too arrogant. He even changed the title when he said that he changed the title."

"The president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association is arrogant. He actually said that whoever wins the competition will join the Painting and Calligraphy Association. This kind of golden opportunity, the contestants must be very excited in private."

"Sure, didn't you see that they were all working hard to conceive the painting?"

"To be honest, if someone who can draw a lively scene similar to the Qingming Riverside Scene, the painting level is indeed qualified to enter the Painting and Calligraphy Association. I hope Chu Luo can give our emperor a big sigh."

Not only Di Dasheng was guarding outside, but also people from the nearby Academy of Fine Arts, people who came with the team, and a group of reporters. When everyone heard what Di Dasheng said, they all looked at them with piercing eyes.

"Are you guys daydreaming?" written in the eyes of these people?

Just half an hour after the game, Song Ci, who was sitting in the middle, suddenly dropped his pen to the ground, destroying the drawing paper in front of him at the same time.

The teacher who led Song Ci hurriedly stood up and asked, "Song Ci, what's wrong with you?"

Song Ci didn't answer him, but lowered his head and clenched his teeth and covered his right hand. His face quickly turned pale, and then cold sweat broke out on his forehead. It looked particularly bad like that.

Everyone was taken aback by his current appearance.

"What's wrong? The contestant kept covering his wrist. Did he hurt his wrist?"

The teacher who came with Song Ci hurriedly stood up with a leader of the Imperial University and strode over together.

"Song Ci, are you okay?"

"Student, if your hands are uncomfortable, go to our school doctor immediately, or go to the hospital."

"No need." Song Ci controlled his face that was about to distort in pain, and said calmly, "I just have cramps in my hands, and I want to go backstage to rest for ten minutes."

"this……"

Seeing the two hesitate, Song Ci looked up at them, "I want to go for a massage, and I'll be fine soon."

The teacher who brought Song Cilai couldn't make up his mind, so he turned his attention to the leaders of the Imperial University.

The leader of the Imperial University shook his head at him, "We have to ask the judges for their opinions on this."

The teacher who brought Song Ci came to the judges sitting in the front row, and deliberately lowered his voice to talk to them.

Song Ci's family is not a secret. Several judges wanted to save face. He Zhiqian, who was sitting in the middle, put on a face and said bluntly: "Since your hand is injured, go back and rest. Today's competition is eight hours. Grit your teeth and persevere, maybe your hands will be useless in the future.”

There is nothing wrong with this statement. Although He Zhiqian's tone was not very good, he was still thinking of the contestants, and many people agreed.

Seeing that the judges disagreed with him going to the backstage to rest, Song Ci's face turned ugly. He lowered his head, with a haze flashing in his eyes, but said in a restrained voice: "Then I'll take a rest here."

After speaking, he bent down and picked up the pen with his right hand, but reached into his pocket with his left hand.

Seeing this, Chu Luo flicked his finger.

boom! With a loud sound, Song Ci fell directly to the ground.

At the same time, his left pocket suddenly ignited spontaneously.

"Well……"