Monster Catching Daddy

Chapter 481 Abnormal Phenomenon
Shen Chong's protest was effective, and the three game supervisors who were rushed over knocked on the head one by one, and left in a hurry.

They themselves were quite speechless, but they just glanced at the crowd out of curiosity, their feet were like raw nails, and they couldn't walk anymore.

In the end, Shen Chong didn't succeed, he actually wanted to go in to see what was going on, but unfortunately the competition organizing committee followed the rules, how could they let you in in such a large crowd, otherwise it would be a disaster!
If you really want to engage in these crooked ways, then you should prepare earlier next time, we will make you a match supervisor!
The game is still going on, and the situation in the compartment has changed slightly.

Although no one stopped at the door of Xinxin's cubicle for a long time, it was obvious that the frequency of these game supervisors appearing in Xinxin's aisle was much higher than other places.

This is not one or two, but all ten supervisors are like this.

Xinxin is like a magnet, and those game supervisors are like iron fans attracted by the magnet.

They always gather there involuntarily, and then look straight at the canvas intentionally or unintentionally.

They didn't dare to stay longer, they just pretended to walk slowly when they passed by, and then looked inside, and then they either stuck out their tongues, or were distracted, or shook their heads, or lost their minds.

All in all, they looked shocked and hurt.

"What the hell are these people doing?"

At the judging panel, Teacher Hou Qiuhua asked doubtfully.

The deputy dean of Shudu Academy of Fine Arts frowned, "Why don't I go down and remind them?"

Hou Qiuhua thought for a while, "Forget it, they are doing it secretly now, and they haven't disturbed the contestants. If we enter the arena, it will easily cause people to gossip."

"Right."

Shen Chong has such a keen observation ability, of course he also noticed the tricks of these competition supervisors, but he didn't want to be too sensitive, as long as these people don't affect Xinxin, let them hang around.

Based on Shen Chong's understanding of Xinxin, there is only one explanation for this phenomenon, and the things she spends are amazing.

She can't scribble.

As the competition progressed, players began to make reports to apply for food.

Most of the contestants are in the period of growth and development, when they are growing taller, their digestion is fast, and high-intensity mental work will accelerate energy consumption.

Shen Chong and Feng Chuixue's attention was always on Xinxin's cubicle.

The strange thing is that the competition time lasted almost two and a half hours, and it was already 12:30 noon. Almost all the contestants had eaten something more or less, and Xinxin hadn't raised her hand yet.

"What's the matter? She usually wants to eat at this time, so tired today, why doesn't she want to eat?"

Shen Chong muttered to himself, but it made him feel bad.

Feng Chuuxue was also at a loss, unable to understand the situation, "I clearly told her to order preserved egg and lean meat porridge. It's strange. Could it be that she was too focused on drawing and forgot?"

Shen Chong shook his head: "It's unlikely. If a child uses his brain intensively and is hungry, it will easily cause hypoglycemia, and his head will be groggy. How can he forget?"

The situation had changed, and Shen Chong couldn't feel at ease, so he went to the person in charge to ask about the situation, and made sure that Xinxin hadn't fainted, and was still painting in high spirits, so he felt a little more at ease.

Finally, it arrived at one o'clock in the afternoon, and Mr. Hou Qiuhua said loudly with the microphone in his hand: "Please stop writing immediately, the competition is over! If you continue to draw, it will be regarded as a waiver!"

When Teacher Hou Qiuhua was speaking, the tall supervisor had already stood at the door of the cubicle.

The other older children don't need to worry too much, but Xinxin is young, and according to the usual perception, children of this age don't follow orders that much.

But Xinxin didn't ask him to bother too much, as soon as Hou Qiuhua announced the end, he finished the last stroke and called it a day.

The next step is the scoring session, which was made more complicated due to the special circumstances of the youth group.

In order to reduce unnecessary workload, the competition supervisor and the judging committee screened out 64 paintings with obvious level differences as quickly as possible.

This part of the paintings will be displayed on the sidelines of the competition venue in the form of pseudonyms, and both the jury and the parents of the students can view them on the spot.

If you have any opinions, you can question them, and the judges and teachers will make on-site comments, but the price is that this will reveal who the author of the anonymous painting is.

Of course, the judges and teachers generally don’t beat them to death with a single stick. They usually leave a sentence at the end, “The child’s talent is still good. It may be that he didn’t perform well today, or there may be a problem with the topic selection. I hope you will continue to work hard. The child still has a lot to do. upside potential."

Of course, some people's paintings will be directly sentenced to "death".

Not only do I have no chance today, but I also have no talent and talent in this area, so I changed my career as soon as possible to save my life.

But parents who are so bad are usually silent, how can they humiliate themselves.

According to the original plan, the other 64 advanced paintings will be scored by the judges first, and then the scores will be counted, and the results will be announced at last.

However, due to changes in the competition system, the scoring process has changed slightly, and the closed scoring by the judges has become an open scoring on the sidelines of the competition.

At that time, the judges will sit on the judges' seats. Due to the temporary changes, there is no room for parents and students to arrange seats. Everyone can only stand or sit together to taste and score the 64 advanced paintings one by one.

Of course, these 64 pieces are also vaguely named.

Except for the students and parents who can recognize their own paintings, the authors of other paintings do not know who they are.

This made the ghostly tricks of many parents who tried to give Xin Xinbiao a low score aborted.

After learning about this situation, Shen Chong's heart sank, as long as he didn't expose himself foolishly, at least he wouldn't suffer in the public review process.

stable!
Considering time constraints and many other reasons, the tasting time for each painting should not exceed 4 minutes.

When the time is up, all the parents of the students and the review members will submit the scoring sheets at the same time, and the staff will make statistics and take a weighted average, and the final results will be announced between [-]:[-] p.m. and [-]:[-] p.m.

For the masters in the judging panel, it takes them 4 minutes to give the most intuitive feeling. Basically, just by looking at it with their hands, they can figure out the artist's level with [-]% accuracy in their hearts.

But for the parents of the students and the contestants, the 4-minute tasting time is too short, and it is impossible to score accurately, which is purely by chance.

However, considering that the base is large enough, everyone will give a preliminary judgment based on the first impression. On a comprehensive average, the gap can be seen almost exactly.

Painting is an art that is particularly intuitive to a certain extent, but has a very high limit of appreciation.

Ordinary people's first perception is one of the assessment criteria for masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. This model is not very professional, but it is relatively accurate.

As the contestants filed out of the cubicle in sequence, Xinxin finally came out accompanied by a tall supervisor.

Xinxin's face was flushed, and her walking steps were a little vain.

How could Shen Chong ask her how the painting was doing, he picked it up and hurried to find something to eat.

I've exhausted my little heart so much, it doesn't matter what I draw, well, it's important to fill my stomach.

"Slow down, Xinxin, drink slowly! Don't choke!"

"Xinxin, do you still want to eat? This is the third bowl!"

"Wow, it's ok, it's ok, the last bite, I can't eat any more!"

While Xinxin was gulping down the porridge, there were bursts of laughter and noise from the crowd over there.

In less than 15 minutes, 64 "car accident scenes" were quickly screened out. In fact, it was not the judges' turn to participate. The competition supervisor had nowhere to hide when he dried and folded the paintings with a hand-held low-speed blower.

It is not surprising that the level of contestants is uneven.

Some parents hope that their children will have a broad road in the field of art, but there are also many people who are interested in participating in the show.

Some people were flushed with anger at the sneering, but they grabbed their children tightly, or covered their mouths, or repeatedly emphasized that they must not speak out, and we will take the painting home and put it on after the competition is over.

Parents with relatively high-level children took their children with them like Grandma Liu into the Grand View Garden, watching each painting one by one, and commenting or having fun every time they saw a dish that reached a new level. happy.

Whenever they thought that a certain painting had reached a new height, they could always find a "new world" behind the row of easels, and then there was a burst of amazement.

The most excited one is the greasy aunt, she is simply amazing.

Her baby is obviously good, and she clearly told her that she played very well, and he was not included in these 64 "tragedies".

The greasy aunt suddenly felt a long face, and once again played the role of opinion leader, relying on her half-baked level to point fingers and comment loudly.

What's even more nonsense is that every time she discovers "Xintiandi", she will look inquiringly at the corner where Shen Chong and Xinxin eat.

Her gaze led the other parents to look this way.

Everyone's eyes were complicated, they were laughing at Shen Chong's ignorant rich father, but they were also sympathizing with Xin Xin's cute porcelain doll stall's nervous player father.

"Anyway, I don't believe that this little girl can draw anything extraordinary. Those competition supervisors must have been watching to see how she was so bad. Oh, look at this color, oh my god, it's so immature The one tuned like a three-year-old doll is that little girl, right?"

"Yo yo, this pair, look at this pair, the lines are earthworms, right? They are twisted and twisted, and the lines can't be straightened, so what kind of competition are you here for?"

"This, this, everyone, come and see this, my God, why do I look like every painting is drawn by that little girl?"

"Wow, this painting is only half drawn, right? Leave half blank? What kind of new expression technique is this?"

She was very excited. Anyway, her son had advanced and said that he was expected to win the championship. She was confident.

Of course, she didn't notice that every time she commented, there would always be one or two stares from the crowd trying to strangle her, after all, most of her attention was on Shen Chong and Xinxin.

The game supervisor who accompanied and maintained order throughout the whole process was annoyed by her complacent appearance.

If it weren't for the rules that don't allow the game supervisor to leak in advance, then the 1.9-meter-tall supervisor really wanted to grab the aunt's ear, please don't show it again!
I really want to hang you up and throw you into the judging room inside!

Let you see what Xinxin children draw!
Shen Chong was also very annoyed by the strange gazes cast by the crowd from time to time, but at this time he knew that it was meaningless to say anything.

Forget it, I am worth tens of billions, and I am not as knowledgeable as you.

I can't afford to lose this man!

Li Hongmu came up and said, "Mr. Shen, we have found out that the woman is a director of Shudu TV Station No. [-]. What should I say?"

Shen Chong raised his eyebrows, "Then?"

"We also found out that she had problems with the accounts of the two programs she did before, and she ate a lot of money."

Shen Chong continued to raise his eyebrows, "So hateful? That can't be tolerated! We are all good citizens with a sense of justice, and we have to hate evil, so I think we can consider reporting it to Shudu TV Station. Brother Li, what do you think?"

Li Hongmu nodded, "Mr. Shen has the final say."

People with dirty buttocks really can't easily offend rich people.

It's comfortable to say hello, but someone else can ruin your life with a finger.

If this greasy aunt is just mean-spirited but kind in her work and life, Shen Chong would not target her and lose her status for nothing.

However, since she made Shen Chong unhappy, her hands and feet were not clean, and the worldliness made people dislike it, then she might as well punish him slightly.

Greasy Aunt didn't know that the disaster was coming, so she forced her to play a full 64 "car accidents" all the way.

She has been in the vegetable market for many years, and she has never been defeated by relying on a cheap mouth. Today, she is also smug, not only offending Shen Chong, but God knows how many people are also offended.

But the tragedy of those people is that, even if they are so cruel, it is hard to stand up and say something.

My baby's drawing is really eye-catching, but it's just how I met such a talkative emperor like you, it's bad luck for eight lifetimes.

After Xinxin had dinner, the judges over there finally removed the 64 "tragedies".

Hou Qiuhua came to the stage again, "Please come to this stage for all participating parents and contestants. We will show one by one on the stage, and there will also be projections on the big screen over there, but we hope that all those who are qualified to score Take a closer look and try to make your scoring more professional."

The final judging has finally begun.

Before approaching, Shen Chong and Xinxin emphasized again, "Xinxin, if you see your own paintings later, don't let your mouth slip."

Xinxin was puzzled, "Why?"

Shen Chong really wanted to tell her that these adults are both good and bad, and they will give you low marks on purpose if they know your paintings.

But he felt that he couldn't instill such dark things into Xinxin so early, so he coughed lightly and said, "Well, just don't talk about it anyway. Let's talk about it after everyone finishes scoring, okay?"

Xin Xin pouted, not very happy.

She couldn't figure out why she couldn't tell others that she had painted it by herself.

Obviously I painted so hard, I like this painting so much, I paint so beautifully.

Good things should be shared with everyone.

Why can't I speak?

Shen Chong didn't hear her answer, he only thought she agreed, after all Xinxin has always been obedient.

Although sometimes there are too many questions, she always likes to ask a hundred thousand why, but she has not yet reached the rebellious stage.

(End of this chapter)