Monster Catching Daddy

Chapter 480 Write like a god (Part [-])
Finally settled people in, Shen Chong and Feng Chuixue returned to the stands, planning to crane their necks to see Xinxin's situation inside from the top of the compartment.

Too bad he couldn't see it at all.

Not to mention Xinxin's size, even those children who are 1.6 meters seven can barely see the top of their heads.

As for the pictures on the easel, they were even less visible.

This is a deliberate act by the organizers to maintain the fairness of the competition, which is to try to avoid interference from the parents and tutors of the students.

As the game officially started, the camera on the suspended track at the top began to patrol quickly, briefly sweeping the situation in each compartment from top to bottom.

Pictures began to appear on the big screen, shooting from the front, clearly capturing every child standing or sitting, scratching their ears, meditating with closed eyes, radiant or bewildered.

The shooting angle of the camera 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 briefly for five to ten seconds, and then quickly switches to the picture of the next child.

There are as many as 128 contestants, and each person makes a cycle, which takes as little as ten minutes and as long as 10 minutes.

Whenever the picture of a child is switched, parents in the stands exclaim with joy.

"That's my baby! Come on!"

The competition supervisor immediately approached from below, "This student's parent should keep his voice down, loud noises are strictly prohibited, otherwise you will also affect your child's score."

"Okay, okay, pay attention next time."

Art is divided into many fields, subdivided not only including brushes and paints, but also countless genres and techniques.

Even if different genres use exactly the same tools to make paintings of the same theme, the visual perception may be completely different.

Such as abstraction, realism and many other styles.

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

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

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

Just like traditional Chinese painting for a long time, there are only black and white landscapes drawn with ink, but who dares to say that the realm of this landscape is lower than that of colorful oil paintings?
The 128 children here have learned different things, but they are generally concentrated in several popular genres, among which watercolor painting is the most, followed by oil painting.

Western-style painting teachers who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts are hard to find, and masters of traditional Chinese painting who can draw with the simplest lines are hard to find.

Xinxin's learning is relatively diverse, but they all focus on basic skills, but there is no fixed school, and Feng Chuixue didn't deliberately guide them.

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

This is of course a disadvantage in this kind of competition where you can play freely after selecting a topic.

When the camera caught on to the eighth child, the child had already stood up and started writing.

Obviously, he decided on the painting method he wanted to choose from the very beginning, and started painting directly according to the scenery in his mind.

As for Xinxin, Feng Chuixue set her thinking time as long as 15 minutes, because she was afraid that her understanding would be too complicated.

Every child has the Difficulty of Choice Syndrome, and it gets worse the younger you are.

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

Feng Chuixue was stunned: "How can you not have confidence in her?"

"Ahem, let me just say it casually, Xinxin will definitely win! Definitely!"

He said so on the lips, but a blind man could tell that he had no confidence.

After about seven or eight minutes, the camera finally scanned Xinxin's cubicle.

As expected, she was not in a hurry to start, but sat on the small bench, propped her chin with her hands, stared straight ahead with blank eyes, her mind was wandering, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Paints and paintbrushes were neatly placed on her right hand, and she was holding a pen in her hand, unconsciously twisting the barrel of the pen.

"Pfft, just as I thought, this little doll is not good at all."

"It's been almost 10 minutes and I haven't started writing, what else is there?"

"That Boss Shen is too reluctant, and his heart is too hateful. How can he be willing to put such a small doll there alone to draw, and take it home as soon as possible."

A lot of ridicule came and went, some laughed at Shen Chong, or felt sorry for the child.

Although Shen Chong's hearing was not as good as Liang Zai's, it was better than ordinary people. He listened to the discussions among the surrounding people and bit his lips tightly.

He really wanted to say something loudly to encourage Xinxin.

But in his mind, he recalled the way Xinxin clenched her fists and pouted before she went in.

Maybe I should trust her for once, he told himself.

I do nothing.

I choose to believe.

Xinxin can definitely do it, not because she is someone's daughter.

Because she is Xinxin!

We participated in this competition justifiably and uprightly, without any shady scenes, or even reverse shady scenes.

I have a clear conscience.

Feng Chuixue turned her head to look at this easy-going, but stubborn man, and also tightened her lips.

There is only so much adults can do for children.

Before the child goes to the examination room, do all the logistical work to help the child adjust to the best learning state and the mentality of the test.

But as long as the children step into the examination room, the adults will only have expectations and nervousness.

Adults can raise children, but they can't help them take exams.

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

It really feels like the kite is out of hand but there is nothing you can do, and you can only count on the wind to bring the kite back.

A social science research report once said that the most nervous thing for students when they take the college entrance examination is by no means the candidates, but the parents of the students.

In the past, Shen Chong didn't believe it. He felt that his hands would shake when he walked out of the examination room. I must be the most nervous.

But now he believed.

Candidates are busy using their brains, so there is no time to be nervous, the parents who have nothing to do outside have the feeling of waiting for the verdict.

Parents are most afraid that their children will come out crying. It is guaranteed that they failed the exam and felt that they did not perform well.

Parents are also afraid that their children will go out laughing and laughing, because they are too relaxed and don't take it seriously.

But no matter how concerned they are, parents have to pretend to be calm and tell their children to take it easy and take it easy.

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

Shen Chong understood what he meant, waved his hands and shook his head and said, "No need, since you have signed up, you have to be prepared for gossip. These are all trivial matters."

Unknowingly, the time went to twelve minutes, and the camera just finished a circle, and then restarted from No.1.

Except for the parents of the students who saw their own children, most of them inevitably put their minds on the little girl Xinxin.

This is called the focus effect. When a big white goose stands among a bunch of ducks, the first thing you notice at a glance must be this unique goose.

When I closed my eyes, I thought about this goose.

This is the case now, the audience and other parents are curious, what will the little girl be doing when the camera turns this time?

"Hey, what's the situation?"

"Why is the game supervisor standing there?"

"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 game supervisors suddenly appeared abnormal and attracted everyone's attention.

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

At this time, he was opening his mouth slightly, his eyes widened, and he lowered his head and leaned over to stare blankly down.

His pupils were very dilated, as if he saw something terrible, which made him feel unbelievable.

He has become a master of Yan Yi.

What the hell is going on?
This idea appeared in everyone's mind.

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

But he endured it himself, feeling as uncomfortable as a cat scratching a mouse.

He was like this, not to mention others, the strong curiosity tormented 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, intoxicated in a world in her mind.

She holds four paintbrushes between the five fingers of her left hand and one paintbrush in her right hand.

At the same time, master-level watercolor paints are neatly placed on the shelf on her left, and a huge palette is placed on the shelf on her right.

In the past, Shen Chong or Feng Chuixue helped her do these chores, but today she has to rely on herself for these things.

But she didn't complain, she didn't cry tired, she couldn't even get distracted.

The inspiration surging in her mind like a volcanic eruption strongly stimulated her desire to narrate and express. Her thinking was completely occupied, and she just wanted to find the most accurate color and express it with the brush in her hand.

What surprised the tall competition supervisor was not the child's skillful color grading, nor her focused expression, although it was unbelievable enough for a six-year-old child.

What really stunned him was the canvas that Xinxin had initially outlined in just 2 minutes.

With just a few strokes, the undulating curve indicates that this will be a majestic mountain.

What a precise outline, what a terrifying composition.

She didn't make a line draft in advance, but wanted to complete the drawing at once!
However, her hook line is so perfect, she only wrote a few strokes, although she can only see the outline of the mountains, but the majestic spirit rushes towards her face.

Every famous painter has his own style, some are grand and some are delicate.

Some people are good at painting scenery, and the mountains and rivers in their brushes are better than Tianchi.

Some people are good at drawing people, and they can carve people's hearts with joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

The vivid strokes on the paper represent the artist's state of mind at that time, and also represent the artist's level of thought when painting.

Some people can see anger, bewilderment, ambition to swallow the sky, or despair and sadness from famous paintings.

This is where the charm of a painting lies.

The competition supervisor is a professional art worker, a teacher from the Academy of Fine Arts, and his aesthetic appreciation ability is above the standard, and he can see the majestic charm from this painting at a glance.

He was simply stunned.

This is still a child under the age of six!

But he changed his mind again, could it be that she missed the question in advance, and she was prepared?

But when he looked carefully, he didn't think it was the same.

The painting of the little girl is not a rigid imitation and copying, but a true charm.

Shape, spirit, and meaning are all there!
The tall supervisor thought to himself again, could it be a coincidence?

But the next moment, when Xinxin began to decorate the mountains with trees, he shook his head fiercely again.

It's not a coincidence, but the little girl herself has this level!

That one stroke, one tree, one mountain is picturesque, so lifelike.

The details are simply impeccable!

Mountains have spirits!
Trees have gods!
What's even more frightening is that she not only draws accurately, but also writes very quickly!

This shows that her thinking is also fast, she has the whole picture in her mind first!
And this whole picture is by no means a simple imitation, the shape can be imitated, but the spirit cannot be imitated.

At this moment, the camera finally turned around again.

After the focused Xinxin and the stunned tall supervisor were clearly shown on the big screen, there was a sudden commotion in the auditorium, like boiling water.

Some people ridiculed and said that the little girl was drawing peach charms indiscriminately, which frightened the supervisor into speechlessness.

But some people secretly exclaimed, among other things, just the fact that a five or six-year-old girl can concentrate on doing one thing without the company of an adult is amazing in itself.

Feng Chuixue looked up at the big screen, nervously grabbing the corner of her clothes.

She knew that Xinxin would definitely not be able to draw, but she couldn't guess what Xinxin would draw.

She even wanted to grab Shen Chong's arm, but she didn't dare to reach out after all.

Shen Chong didn't say a word, but clenched his fists and his heart beat faster.

He didn't have to win, but he was excited to see the focused expression on Xinxin's face that he had only dreamed of.

The aura of the little baby is really like me, that's what it smells like.

Unlike other children, the camera stayed above the cubicle for a full 30 seconds before swishing away.

The director was afraid that he was fascinated by the tall supervisor's Yan Yi performance.

The audience sighed secretly, feeling quite empty and lost.

Not long after, the noise from the crowd reappeared, and the No. 2 competition supervisor, a young woman also stood up, and stood side by side with the tall supervisor to the door of the compartment, also motionless.

There are 128 compartments, with a total of ten competition supervisors, and Xinxin’s small cubicle has attracted two supervisors!

This is not over yet, another person went after 3 minutes!
Two men and a woman blocked the door of the cubicle together, side by side, holding hands, forgetting whether men and women kiss each other or not.

Some spectators wailed, which was too tortured.

What is going on in there!

Everyone else was curious, but Brother Shen calmed down quickly, jumped down from the stands, and hurried to find someone to complain.

You group of supervisors, don't make troubles, get together and watch it together, don't affect my baby's competition!

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