After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All The Big Brothers

Hamasaki Naohara: "I admit defeat."

There was an uproar.

"Does he really admit it?"

"Is there a better way than admitting defeat?"

"This is..."

No, no, no, if you can't answer, you can't answer, just hammer to death, there is no room for struggle and sophistry.

At the delegation's seat -

The face of the representative of country R was extremely difficult to see.

On the side, the representative of Huaxia chatted and laughed with Hu Yongwei: "Jiang is really good. He has learned to be rich in five cars, and has extensive knowledge and knowledge. I have never seen such a spiritual child."

Hu Yongwei nodded: "The school also attaches great importance to the training of Jiang students, such as the competition class and the Mathematical Olympiad class, which are all arranged."

"Is it just these two classes?"

Uh……

Huaxia representative: "How did I hear that she also won a gold medal at IOI? IOI is an information science competition, right?"

"No, that's right. However, due to funding problems, No. 1 Middle School has not yet opened an information competition training class, so..."

"No?! Who is classmate Jiang?"

Hu Yong embarrassed and smiled: "Self-taught."

"Self-study..." The Huaxia representative heard this, his eyebrows tightened, "How can this be done? If you really have talent in this area, but the school can't provide the corresponding conditions, isn't it a delay?"

"Student Jiang is self-taught, but we can't ask everyone to do what Jiang did, right?"

Hu Yongwei hurriedly nodded his head and answered again and again.

"So, competition training should not only be done, but also all disciplines should be fully blossomed. Only in this way can students fully tap their potential and develop their talents. Time waits for no one, and youth is precious for every child. If If we cannot provide them with as many trials as possible at this appropriate time, then the children cultivated under the current education system of Huaxia are likely to be born deficient."

And how much effort does it take to make up for the innate deficiencies?

It's good to be able to make up for it, but I'm afraid that it won't make up for it, and the child will be doomed to do nothing for the rest of his life.

"As for the issue of funding..." The representative of Huaxia was stunned.

Hu Yongwei immediately pricked up his ears.

"This time when I return to the imperial capital, I will respond to the above and implement it as soon as possible."

"You bothered." The old principal was grateful.

I didn't expect to have such a harvest, it's just a surprise!

...

The ten-minute rest is over, and the last "Painting Game" begins.

Due to time constraints, it is not realistic to paint on the spot, so I changed it to - appreciation!

Judge: "Now there are two groups of paintings, each of which has four paintings, all from the modern painting group of this year's New Youth Heming Cup. Since the competition has not yet ended, the organizer has taken quite strict confidentiality measures for each work. , so the entire Internet could not find any evaluation and appreciation of these two groups of paintings."

There is one other comment that the reviewer did not say.

In fact, these two groups of paintings are the candidate works of the championship and runner-up in the final selection and voting, but the jury team made a difficult decision about who won the championship and the runner-up.

Seeing that the ranking will be announced soon, but still no conclusion.

Rather than...

Let the two children express their opinions and see if they can get new ideas and perspectives, and they can also give some reference to the jury of the Heming Cup.

"Attention! When appreciating these two sets of paintings, I want to hear your clear views, and don't be ambiguous. To put it bluntly, let you rate the two sets of paintings, and write down the reasons on the whiteboard in front of you. ."

"Fifteen minutes, start now!"

Following the order, Naohara Hamasaki immediately started writing.

Jiang Fuyue didn't move, she just stared at the two sets of paintings projected on the screen with a thoughtful expression on her face.

Look at those two sets of paintings again -

The first group is called "Blind".

The first painting is of two tightly clasped hands, one fair and slender, the other dark and rough. It is not difficult to see that this is a man and a woman, and from the posture of the hands, it can be judged that they are probably a couple.

In the second picture, in the green garden, the beautiful girl covered her lips in surprise, and opposite her, a man knelt down on one knee, holding a ring in his hand, proposing to the girl.

The painter is very skillful in handling the details of the characters, whether it is the action of the girl covering her lips in surprise, or the slightly reddened eyes with hints of tears, they are all handled very well.

At first glance, it makes people smell the sweetness of love, as if the flowers in this garden are in general.

However, due to the angle of view, only the girl's expression was drawn, and the male protagonist who knelt down to propose marriage was only brought to a back.

In the third picture, the background is a church. The girl puts on a beautiful wedding dress, holds a bouquet of flowers, and becomes the bride to be married.

In this painting, only the girl appears, and the male protagonist is not in it.

The fourth picture, here comes the point!

It is also the biggest reversal of this group of paintings-

A pair of newlyweds walked into the sacred auditorium hand in hand, standing in front of the priest, the girl was still smiling, immersed in the sweetness of obtaining love, but the groom on the side had turned into a devil, showing hideous fangs. The blood-colored background opened, and there was endless darkness in the distance, and a few bloody hands stretched out from the smoke.

As beautiful as the first three pictures are, the impact of the last picture is so strong.

The audience began to discuss -

"Fuck! This isn't a love story, it's a horror story, right?"

"There is only one idea after reading it, that is to let the bride run away!"

"What does the author want to express? Isn't it just to scare everyone?"

"It feels very negative, and my heart is heavy after watching it."

"Does the author want to satirize that all men today are devils? Map guns? Or pastoral **?"

"..."

Next is the second group of paintings, called "School Uniforms".

Also the theme of love.

The first painting is the campus boulevard. Men and women in school uniforms are facing the sunset and pushing bicycles.

The second picture is the campus boulevard. The men and women in school uniforms are no longer pushing bicycles, but holding hands.

The third picture is still the campus boulevard, but the men and women no longer wear school uniforms.

The fourth picture is still the campus boulevard. There is a little bean between the men and women. In the distance are the students after class.

"Ah! I understand, this is from classmates to lovers, then quarrel, reconciliation, and finally have a baby, and a happy ending."

"It looks so warm, the golden sunshine, the simple and simple campus, and the grassy fragrance of first love."

"Wait, it looks like I want to fall in love too! Buying breakfast and tutoring homework, is someone my girlfriend?"

"Tie Zhuang is coming with a 20-meter long sword, be careful~"

"I'm still afraid of him?! Che—Hello, Director Zhao!" The man was startled and stood up, his face flushed and his eyes dazed.

Zhao Tiejun: "Want to fall in love?"

"No, no, absolutely not! I just saw the painting and felt it, and I didn't have this idea in my heart at all."

Zhao Tiejun said with a sullen face: "It's good if you don't! I'm in the third year of high school, study is the most important thing, and leave other things aside for me!"

"Yes! I promise!"

Zhao Tiejun turned and left.

"Huh - I scared the baby to death, Tie Zhuang was so elusive that he almost lost his soul."

"Hahaha...deserving it!"

"The price of mouth cannons."

"I think the author of this painting must have fallen in love early, too young and fresh."

"But do you think that this group of paintings is beautiful, but the impact is not as good as the first group."

"Hmm! And it didn't turn around, it's missing a little surprise."

"It's quite satisfactory, or the previous group is more amazing."

"If I had to rate it, the first group would definitely be higher."

"Hey - we've all seen it, then Sister Yue and Naohara Hamasaki can definitely see it, they won't choose the same, right?"

"Then how do you decide whether to win or lose?"

"This……"

look at each other.

"You are in the stands! What is Sister Yue doing?!"

ah?

Everyone looked at the situation and saw Naohara Hamasaki writing quickly, but Jiang Fuyue stood in front of the curtain, maintaining the posture of ten minutes ago, still staring at the two sets of paintings.

"Is Sister Yue in a daze? More than half of the time has passed, why hasn't she started writing yet?!"

"I'm stupid, what's the situation?"

"Sister Yue, blink your eyes if you get acupuncture points, and I'll come to save you right away!"

"It's over, it's less than five minutes left, what can I do?"

Even the judges were startled by Jiang Fuyue's appearance as "an old monk entering the meditation", and walked over to remind her, "Classmate Jiang?"

"Huh? You said."

This calm little tone...

The judge's mouth twitched: "The time is almost up, haven't you started writing yet?"

Suddenly, her pupils shrank, and she stared at some place on the first group of paintings for several times.

Then he retracted his gaze, turned to the judges, and smiled lightly at the corners of his mouth: "Write it now."

After speaking, pick up the pen and take off the cap.

But there are only three minutes left...

One update, three thousand words.

Second shift, twelve forty!

There are three shifts~

Still looking for a fluttering duck~