The phone hangs up.

In fact, the child's mother was not angry, but was glad that she finally scared him.

Look at you so stupid, I didn’t expect that I would suddenly shoot a cold arrow, I’m afraid.

After the blow, she quickly pretended to be angry and hung up the phone, but to hide her guilt.

Shen Chong's mouth twitched, and things were quite stiff.

He really didn't expect the child's mother to be jealous, after all, he was Mr. Lin with "thick eyebrows and big eyes".

The script is not quite the same as what he understands.

But it seems to make sense to think about it again.

If you understand it from the perspective of a normal woman, this should have been the case.

But he felt wronged. He clearly had no idea about that and believed that he had a clear conscience.

He felt that Feng Chuxue was even more unfair. He tried his best to help and teach Xinxin, which was a demotion of his own identity.

A rising genius painter, who may even be famous in history, becomes someone else's full-time tutor during the golden period of self-learning and growth.

Teacher Chuxue is so righteous, Shen Chong really doesn't think of her motives at all.

But the book said that it is difficult to force the right or wrong of emotional matters, and Shen Chong did not blame Lin Zhishu for having such a little thought.

Everything in the world has its own laws, and planting causes will naturally lead to results, and there is nothing to be confused about.

He could only shruggle, but he did not intend to change his decision, nor did he want Lin Zhishu to violate the bet.

The situation is getting bad now, and the game has lost its fairness to some extent. It is obviously a powerful and powerful upper class, but inexplicably falls into an unfavorable situation.

But Xinxin's chance to win the championship is not without. As long as her baby daughter can draw an indisputable work, she still has a chance of winning.

Well, although the chances of winning are very small.

But he didn't plan to tell Xinxin about these things, and it would only add pressure to her for nothing.

Although Xinxin is smart, she is not able to understand the current situation without Shen Chong hiding it. She is gathering with Teacher Chuxue to discuss the situation.

Although the topic is not specified, and even the specific painting method is not limited. You can draw whatever you are good at, including Chinese painting, pencil, carbon, watercolor, and oil painting, but there must be a limit. You cannot draw people, but you can draw a cat.

"Xinxin, after you go in later, don't rush to start writing. Listen to the scope of the topic, think carefully before starting."

The competition is about to come, and Feng Chuxue has no time to pay attention to those foreign affairs, so he can only give his best explanations to Xinxin.

Xinxin focused, "Yes!"

"There are three hours of painting. You can take at least fifteen minutes to think clearly. There is a big clock on the wall. When the minute hand of the big clock is turned to a quarter of a circle, it means that fifteen minutes have passed. Remember!"

"Um!"

"Although time is very tight, you must not panic. You must be steady and have a clear idea when writing."

"Um!"

"If you are hungry in the middle, take a break and raise your hand. The invigilator will bring you food. Xinxin, you need skin egg and lean meat porridge, don't eat anything else. If you eat too much, your mind will become unconscious."

"Okay Teacher Fujiseki!"

Feng Chuxue explained everything clearly,

Finally, as time reached 9:45 in the morning, the contestants and parents entered one after another from the side door of the Children's Palace Hall under the guidance of the staff.

This city hall can accommodate thousands of people, and there is an open space the size of a basketball court in the center, which neatly fills 128 compartments.

The contestants cannot observe each other, which is to prevent the contestants from "learning from" each other.

The audience can see the contestants in the compartment from above, and there is also a camera roaming above the compartment, and the competition supervisor will continue to move around the compartment.

It is hung in a large screen monitor behind the side and rear of the Great Hall, and it will also intersperse and report the paintings of the contestants from time to time.

Once the competition begins, the students, the audience, and the tutors are not allowed to make noise, affect the contestants or give prompts.

At least from the competition system, this competition is indeed fair.

Shen Chong sent Xinxin to the entrance of the baffle partition, and wanted to let go, but he felt a little reluctant to leave.

Before, he didn't think the issue of registering higher than the level was too big, but the rules for the group aged 10 to 14 were so strict. The group under ten years old was still accompanied by tutors or parents, but now it is not possible.

Most of the children passing by were junior high school students. Although they were still childish, they were considered young adults at least.

The youngest student is also a fifth and sixth grade student in elementary school, and he is much taller than Xinxin.

Compared with these children, Xinxin was like a little bean dough, thrown into the crowd and disappeared.

Shen Chong felt sad in his heart, Xinxin was still too young.

It was a bit reluctant to let her paint alone for three hours without anyone accompanying her.

It’s not because I’m worried about her level, but because I’m just worried that she can’t sit still after a long time like this.

Needless to say, Xinxin was frightened when she saw the dense compartment.

She turned around and asked aggrievedly, "Dad, can't you accompany me in?"

Shen Chong looked at the competition supervision over the people there, looked at the charter written in the game information, and nodded helplessly, "Yes, Xinxin, you have to cheer up."

Xinxin looked at Feng Chuxue again.

Feng Chuxue squatted down and touched Xinxin's little face, "Xinxin, don't be afraid, be brave. As long as you draw seriously, you will pass in three hours. Your father and I will be waiting for you outside, okay?"

After this delay, the audience in the audience, other contestants and parents noticed the three.

There was a burst of exclamation from the audience above.

Someone asked, "Isn't this a teenager group? What's going on with that little girl?"

The insider rolled his eyes, "What can it happen? The rich people want to bring the little doll to gilt. However, this little girl may be in trouble this time."

"What's going on?"

The insider changed the scoring rules and said it in detail, and the person who was listening to the excitement next to him suddenly grew up.

"It's fake! Isn't this a cheating kid? Can she still get a high score?"

This insider is actually the parent of one of the students. She hummed in her nose, "High scores? I'll give her a zero score!"

"Ahem, this is not very good either. That little girl is so cute, and she did nothing wrong. I think it's better to give a fair score. Maybe we laymen are not very accurate in their judgment, but there must be a suitable range."

"That's it. Look at that little baby, he is only five or six years old, and he has to stay alone for so long. How can she sit still? Look, she is almost in tears, and I feel so uncomfortable."

"Come on, it's all adults who are messing around. OK, okay, I'll follow the rules, but what do you think she can draw?"

"That's right, but zero points are still not good. If it's ten-point basis, give me one or two points, right?"

"Okay, I'll give you three or four points because of how good the little girl looks. But if she can't sit still, I'll leave the stage halfway."

"Uh, it's very likely that my kid is almost ten years old, not to mention five or six years old. He can't stand it for three hours without even having to paint."

This is just a relatively representative small-scale discussion. The most active middle-aged greasy aunt had already pulled a large group of students and parents who also participated in the competition.

As things have developed to this point, everyone has not had so much resentment.

The judges are authentic, but at the same time, the family seems to have never deliberately managed to deal with relationships and put secrets, otherwise they would not be able to change the scoring rules.

Looking at Xinxin's pitiful appearance at this time, some people were shaken and said that they would give some sympathy points when they were given later.

The greasy aunt is trying hard to pull and arrange, trying her best to avoid this situation.

"You can't do this. Don't the judges still have half the right to vote? If the judges are so happy that they get the full mark after eating lard, you might get the first place for her if you give her sympathy!"

"Well, there is this possibility."

The aunt raised her hand, "Let's discuss this, and we won't say we'll get zero points for her. We'll give her two points at that time. How about it?"

Someone also analyzed, "I think we don't need to score anymore, she will definitely leave the stage halfway."

Many people nodded and said yes, but the heroes saw the same thing.

Perhaps, now only Feng Chuxue and Xinxin are optimistic about her in the venue, and even Shen Chong is shaken.

There is no way, Xinxin compared her other children, and the gap between body shape, maturity, etc. is too big.

Perhaps the hardest thing for her is not to draw, but to persevere.

After Shen Chong enlightened her for a while, the competition was about to start, and the competition supervisor urged her.

"Kids, hurry up, I'll wait for you alone."

Xinxin is still not willing to move.

Shen Chong gritted his teeth and felt relieved.

Too forced, no, forget it, quit the competition!

At this moment, the competition supervisor saw Xinxin not moving, and came up, but did not dare to pull people. Instead, he smiled and leaned over and said, "Little Xinxin, I have heard of you. You are very talented, but you are too young, how can you compare to those older children? Otherwise, will we come again next time? Is it good if my uncle turned around to get you a certificate? Just think that you have participated."

This man was kind, but Xinxin suddenly became furious.

The tears that were about to gush out of her eyes were collected and returned.

She clenched her little pink fist, "No! I promised my father, I must win!"

Her voice was very loud, and many people around him heard it. They turned their heads and looked at her pink face biting her lips and clenched her fists hard.

I don’t know who was the first to applaud, but in an instant, the huge synagogue started to rush out one after another.

No matter how weird this matter is, the girl who is only a few years old looks so cute and adorable!

"Sister, why did you applaud?"

Someone asked among the students' parents.

The greasy eldest sister blushed, "The little one is very brave. Encourage it, haha, just a little encouragement."

When Xinxin finally turned around and walked into the compartment three times, the chairman of the jury, Mr. Hou Qiuhua, stood on the stage with a microphone.
Chapter completed!