Monster Catching Daddy

Chapter 484 A Shocking Work (Leader Adds Changes)
As expected by Shen Chong, as soon as Xinxin said this, the atmosphere on the stage suddenly became very strange.

The noisy crowd fell silent for a moment, like boiling water being sprinkled into a frozen lake at minus [-] degrees and suddenly frozen.

The seven or eight people standing right in front of the display first rubbed their eyes in unison, looked at Xinxin, then turned back and continued to stare, and then looked at the painting in front of them.

They held back for a long time, wanting to find an accurate word to describe their mood at this time.

A perfect work with both artistic sense and technical sense, even a famous artist may not dare to say that he can draw this kind of painting easily.

This requires sufficient emotional brewing, unrestrained imagination, and a wealth of knowledge.

Just look at the various and vivid monsters she portrayed, each of which comes from legends but is higher than legends, this is absolutely extraordinary.

One-legged Kui Niu, bluestone basalt, nine-tailed white fox, feathered immortal, gold-swallowing toad, red-crowned white crane, red-eyed golden wolf, black-armored general, white-robed hero...

Even the patterns on the jade pendant on the waist of the Xiaxian can find corresponding allusions in traditional culture!

This is not something a six year old can draw!

But the fact is, no one claimed it except Xin Xin who spoke up, and no one thought that the kid would deliberately lie and impersonate him, after all, everyone was still there.

Besides, even if she pretends to be someone else, there must be students present who can draw this kind of picture.

Let alone five or six-year-old children, even if a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child can draw it, it is enough to be called a famous super genius!

Besides, there are a total of ten competition supervisors, and there is an impartial camera in mid-air to record the whole process from behind, and they can all be publicly inspected, so how can they be flustered.

Then there is only one explanation, the little girl did not lie, it was indeed drawn by her own hands.

The sense of drop is too strong, the impact is too great, and the beating makes people unconscious.

It even made many contestants start to doubt life, and have self-questions such as why do I want to learn to draw, and am I really talented.

They thought again, it's too much, it's too sad, it's too unfair.

This little girl was born with a golden key in her mouth, and there are tens of billions of billions of family property waiting to be inherited when she lands, so she has this kind of talent.

Why do I want to participate in this competition, why do I need to know such cruel things.

Why am I working so hard?
Dad often said that hard work can change destiny, but these rich children are not only harder than me, but also more talented than me. They are much better than me when they are five or six years old.

despair!
Not only children think this way, but also the parents of many contestants.

Someone remembered what the Greasy Aunt said before, and began to think differently.

Otherwise, give her a low score, even if it is against your conscience, otherwise this world is too unfair.

Sensing the unpredictable gazes of everyone, Shen Chong secretly sighed, the matter has come to this point, is it a blessing or a disaster, and the disaster cannot be avoided.

Count the ball, what do you like?

The tall competition supervisor stood on a high place, saw all the living beings on the field clearly, turned his head and smiled helplessly at Hou Qiuhua and other judges.

They held back for a long time, and the acting was so painful, they just didn't want it to be revealed that Xinxin was the original author of this masterpiece that would become famous all over the world.

Unexpectedly, people are not as good as heaven, and the contestants blew themselves up.

What can I do now.

You can't tell these people clearly, don't mess around.

Surely no one will admit it, but it should still be a low score later.

If the situation really turns out to be that way, then today's result can only be that there are all losers and no winners.

Shen Chong and Xinxin lose the championship, the competition will become a joke, the reputation of the jury members will be damaged, and the shameless students and parents who scored low scores can only enjoy it for a while, but the incident will definitely affect their reputation. Not a good thing.

You can be so blind with your eyes open, and your conscience can be so bad, you are definitely not good people.

Teacher Hou Qiuhua met the eyes of the tall supervisor, and then looked at the proud disciple Feng Chuuxue standing with Shen Chong, feeling helpless as well.

People's hearts are unpredictable, and every step of the way is frightening. I didn't expect that the provincial competition of a mere youth group would become a catastrophe for the lives of myself and the like.

An invisible knife can kill, if you make a wrong move, everyone will suffer.

Hou Qiuhua took a deep breath and nodded heavily at Feng Chuixue.

With Feng Chuuxue's alertness and intelligence, as well as her tacit understanding with the teacher, she can understand the meaning in the teacher's eyes.

Feng Chuixue felt a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and whether he could turn the situation around would depend on his performance.

She pushed Shen Chong's back and said, "Mr. Shen, why don't we get closer and see what Xinxin has drawn?"

Shen Chong nodded, "OK."

Anyway, it was already exposed, so he simply smashed the jar, led Xinxin forward, and said, "I'm sorry, everyone, I don't know what my baby has drawn."

No one protested his behavior of cutting the queue, after all, he was right.

Standing in front of Xinxin's painting, he just glanced at it, and then Shen Chong hissed and gasped, his pupils dilated and his eyes widened.

He couldn't believe what he saw.

Others think that these are legends in fairy tales, but Shen Chong is a psychic, and even more so, he has read through the classics of monster slaying, and has a shockingly extensive knowledge base.

He knew very well that all the monsters that Xinxin drew were all ancient strongmen that were recorded in the monster-slaying classics!
The power of these strong men can reach the sky, the Tao can reach the mystery, the world is shocked when the spiritual origin arises, and the mountains and rivers are shaken when the demon origin moves.

If others say it is shock, he is simply terrified.

His heartbeat stopped, as if someone had squeezed it hard with an iron fist.

Because of this sudden cardiac arrest, the God of War blood that he had already practiced to send and receive freely was triggered.

At the same time, the thinking space diffused out even more uncontrollably, sweeping every detail of the painting in front of him into his mind.

He is Xinxin's father, and he has taken over Xinxin's education work for a long time. He thinks he is more familiar with Xinxin's knowledge than Xinxin himself.

He definitely never taught Xinxin these things, and he never took Xinxin to see the landscape in this painting.

There is no such scenery in the world, not even a reference!
He looked at Feng Chuuxue again with puzzled eyes. Feng Chuixue understood what he meant, shook his head, and said, "I showed Xinxin some imaginary things I drew, but the monsters that Xinxin drew are not the same as what I taught her. None of them are the same.”

Shen Chong's body couldn't help trembling, even trembling.

It took him a lot of effort to calm himself down gradually, gently hugged Xinxin, and even had to turn on the fine control to make his tone appear easy-going.

He smiled and asked, "Xinxin, how did you draw this picture? We haven't traveled here before."

Xinxin giggled, "Because I want to win, I want to draw some scenery that you have never seen before. The teacher said to paint the scenery, but I think there should be dolls in the scenery, but I think the dolls are not enough. Draw some animals in. But halfway through the drawing of the animals, I thought it would be more interesting to add hands and feet to the uncles and aunts of the animals. I was thinking and thinking in my mind at the time, and that’s all I thought of.”

She spoke casually and calmly.

Shen Chong's heart was pounding.

coincidence?

If this is a pure coincidence, it would be too terrifying!

However, what Xinxin said should be accurate, which means that what she drew out of thin air with fantasy thinking is really this thing!
While the father and daughter were talking, Feng Chuuxue had already climbed onto the stage, and borrowed a magnifying glass from the tall supervisor to take a closer look.

Her task is to find an irrefutable shining point in this painting, and dig out the true connotation of this painting, so that those parents and students who plan to go against their conscience will no longer have the courage to change their minds!

Among all the people present, except for the members of the jury who were not convenient to come, only she was the most suitable, and only she had this level.

About 2 minutes later, Feng Chuixue's magnifying glass stayed on the golden section focal point mentioned by the tall supervisor in his previous comments, and he whispered, "Huh!"

Shen Chong has given up on questioning Xinxin, he understands everything clearly, so it may not be useful to ask her too much.

Children see the world in different colors and angles from adults, so it is useless to ask more questions.

Hearing Feng Chuuxue's movements, Shen Chong immediately turned his head and asked, "What's wrong with Teacher Chuuxue?"

Feng Chuixue ignored him, but asked for a tall supervisor and a high-power magnifying glass, and moved forward again.

"This is a depression. There is a person sitting in the depression. This person...is you, Mr. Shen!"

Shocked, Shen Chong first handed Xin Xin onto the stage, then climbed up himself, took a high-power magnifying glass to look carefully.

Sure enough!

The golden section focal point looks like a small yellow dot half a meter away, but when magnified dozens of times, a little man can clearly be seen meditating cross-legged in a pit.

This little man was dressed in plain yellow clothes, with dignified features and a dignified expression, like an old monk and a master of Taoism.

But the little man's eyebrows and facial features are clearly Shen Chong himself!
What's even more unbelievable is that in addition to the plain yellow outfit, Shen Chong in the painting also wears two gloves, one black and one red, which are his Xuanneng Gloves and Raging Flame Fist!
On the shoulders, arms, waist, legs and feet are covered with his Lingyun suit!

Taking the magnifying glass away again, he squinted his eyes to look carefully, but found that the yellow spot was actually only as big as the tip of a fingernail, and the height was less than two millimeters!

Shen Chong's teeth chattered, "This...this..."

He was completely blinded, and his mind was like a thunderbolt.

It took almost half a minute before he calmed down again, "Xinxin, did you draw Dad here?"

He very much hoped that Xinxin would shake her head, hoping that it was a coincidence with infinitesimal possibilities.

Never thought Xinxin would nod again, and replied calmly: "Yes! After I finished drawing, I felt that there was something wrong with it, so I drew my father as a small dot. Heck, it's so fun."

Shen Chong's mouth grew so big that it seemed like he could stuff an egg into it.

Xinxin actually has such miniature painting skills, which is completely beyond his knowledge of painting skills.

But what he found most inconceivable was that Xinxin actually drew all his equipment!

On the other side, Feng Chuixue, the tall supervisor, the members of the jury who have been paying attention to this place, the parents of the students, the contestants, and the audience in the stands were also shocked.

Draw a person with clear eyebrows at a height of less than two millimeters?
really!
This is simply impossible!
Her paintbrush is not allowed either!
The tall supervisor was so remorseful that he wanted to vomit blood. Why didn't he stand so shamelessly until the end that he missed such a miraculous scene? It's a great regret in his life!

When they brought in another camera and finally presented the villain on the big screen using the camera combined with a high-power magnifying glass, everyone was speechless.

Shen Chong was still asking Xinxin how to draw it, but she was also at a loss, so she just scratched her head, saying that she was shaking and shaking with a small brush, and drew it without much effort.

There is no suspense in this game.

How can it compare?
What is the comparison between man and God?

This person is not a child prodigy, he is clearly a walking god!

Some people expressed doubts before, saying that this is a printed matter, but now they all shut up.

Who can print this kind of painting unless you are so awesome that you can move a large nanoscale printer over here?
It can only be drawn by the little girl herself!
The students' parents and other contestants have nothing to say, no matter how ignorant they are, they will not be able to criticize this kind of work.

Not in the same order of magnitude at all.

　[Thanks to Crazy Montage for the rewards!awesome! ! ! ! ! 】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)