Draw a Diao Chan as a wife

Chapter 8 Chinese Painting Competition
Not long after, the results of the second game came out.

To Lu Yang's surprise, he ranked first this time and jumped to the ninth place all at once.

The second Chinese painting competition was a portrait painting.

Draw a picture of a model old man.

Lu Yang's painting is actually similar to ordinary painters, but there is a touch of natural aura in it.

This kind of charm surpassed most of the students, and was able to rank among the best in the second round, and the total score was pulled up all of a sudden.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"The No.2 in the second competition turned out to be Lu Yang, and his total score was pulled to ninth! The old man he drew is so vivid, just like a real person. If it weren't for Zhu Qian and others' deep background, I'm afraid they might still lose!"

"real or fake?"

"Will I be wrong when I see it with my own eyes? You didn't see it, those referees were full of surprise at that time! Tsk tsk!"

"And this thing, I didn't expect this Lu Yang, who looks so inconspicuous, to be so obsessed. No wonder that Fu Xiaodong said that he is the best. So there is such a thing."

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After Fu Xiaodong heard about this, he shouted excitedly, "Lu Yang, you are famous. You have entered the top ten and can participate in the finals! Yes, it's great. Let those people despise me, let me believe it now I said Lu Yang, you can do it!"

Lu Yang was not as excited as Fu Xiaodong.

He knew his true level, and he did not draw the lifelike painting of the old man.

So who could help him?
Diaochan?

Will it be her?

Lu Yang looked for Diaochan after the first match, but he couldn't find him, and he also looked for it for the second match.

Also not found.

Until the third competition, when the final came and countless people paid attention to the competition, she still didn't show up.

Because it was the final, the competition was very grand. The venue of the final was outside on the side of Fenglin Road. The topic of the competition was to draw a picture of a beauty.

At the time of the finals, countless people came to hear the news, and many reporters rushed to report on it.

For this reason, some people even quietly started a betting game, betting on who will be the champion, runner-up, and third runner-up.

It's more about putting up banners and supporting your favorite painters.

Most of them supported Zhu Qian, Shangguanqian, and Zhao Gang.After all, the three of them are Lu Yang's senior sisters and seniors. They have accumulated a lot of experience over the past few years, which is beyond comparison for ordinary people.

And in a corner, Fu Xiaodong and a few people raised their hands high and shouted, "Lu Yang will win, we support you!"

What Fu Xiaodong and the others yelled in exchange for was a roll of eyes and a sneer.

Although Lu Yang did well in the second competition, few people knew about it. After all, most people's eyes were on the top three.Lu Yang, the No.9, ranked second to last.Just barely good enough to get to the finals score.Naturally not favored by others.

The game soon started under the auspices of the referee.

The picture of beauties is what Lu Yang is best at, so he writes like a god.

But soon, he found that Zhu Qian's beauty picture was more perfect than his.

She finished faster, got more affirmation from referees and instructors, and the audience appreciated her more.

Not only her, even Shangguan Qian was much more powerful than Lu Yang. With splashes of ink, mountains and rivers are formed, and with a brush, beauties are like dreams and illusions.

The early scores of the two were higher than those of Lu Yang, and the paintings in the finals were even more extraordinary.

The audience met, screaming, shouting, clamoring.

Some supported Zhu Qian, and some supported Shangguan Qian.

Lu Yang was the third to complete the painting.

His paintings are also great, but not much better than Shangguanqian and Zhu Qian.

Just when Lu Yang, Liu Xiaodong and the others thought that there was no hope for the champion, runner-up, and even the third runner-up this time, a loud shout suddenly resounded throughout the competition field, causing many students who were competing to draw their brushes crookedly, and the beauties broke instantly. Mutually.

"What?"

The students were angry and looked at the place where the voice was spoken, and they couldn't help being stunned when they saw it.

I saw a mentor in the field holding a picture of a beauty.

The beauty picture unfolded.

The beauty in the picture is lifelike, so beautiful that the sun in the sky seems to lose its color, she smiles sweetly, as if she wants to step out of the picture and come to the world!
"Amazing!"

"Is this still a painting?"

"It's unbelievable!"

"Oh my God!"

Including the students, the audience, the tutors, the referees, and even Zhu Xi and Shangguan Qian, who were determined to win, were all astonished.

Not to mention Zhao Gang, he looked like he had seen a ghost and was mad in his heart. I knew that Lu Yang had a ghost. It was really good. How could people draw such a beautiful woman so vividly?So realistic?Absolutely impossible!My cousins ​​are stupid because of Lu Yang, it seems that this Lu Yang is really not simple, no, I must tell my uncle and them immediately.

After thinking clearly, Zhao Gang hurriedly handed over the drawn beauty picture, turned around and left.The painting that was thought to be perfect is now under Lu Yang's beauty picture, it looks like a pile of shit.

Not only Zhao Gang, but Zhu Xi who was full of pride, and Shangguan Qian who was sure of winning, all looked like they had eaten a fly, staring dumbfounded at the picture of a beauty swaying in the wind!
"God!"

The instructor shouted excitedly, "It's amazing. I have been painting for so many years, and I have never seen such an amazing painting. This beauty is all over the country. Although her face is hazy, she is covered with a light veil and auspicious clouds, as if she has never seen such an amazing painting. Coming from the sky, she is deep in the maple forest, pacing slowly, as if she will appear in front of me in the next second! This feeling is really amazing. I have never heard of it or seen it before!"

"Yes."

Another instructor was also full of excitement, "Ma Liang, the ancient magic brush, is probably nothing more than that! Who is the person who made this painting? Lu Yang! Alright, where is Lu Yang?"

(End of this chapter)