Shen Chong's protest was effective. Three leaders who were rushed over knocked down their heads and quickly left in shame.

They were speechless themselves, but they looked at the crowd out of curiosity, and they looked like nails under their feet and could no longer walk.

As a result, Shen Chong failed. He actually wanted to go in and see what was going on. Unfortunately, the competition organizing committee followed the rules. How could you let you in in public? Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a big deal!

If you really want to do these evil ways, then you prepare early next time and we will make you a competition supervisor!

The game continued, and the situation in the compartment changed slightly.

Although no one stopped at the door of Xinxin's compartment for a long time, it was obvious that these competition supervision and inspections appeared in Xinxin's aisle much more frequently than in other places.

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

Xinxin is like a magnet, while those competition supervisors are like iron powder attracted by magnets.

They always gathered there involuntarily, and then looked straight on the canvas intentionally or unintentionally.

They didn't dare to stay too long, just pretended to walk slowly when passing by, then looked inside, then either sticking out their tongues, being unsteady, shaking their heads, or being in a state of dismay.

Anyway, they just looked shocked and hurt.

"What the hell are these people doing?"

In the judges' seat, Teacher Hou Qiuhua said in confusion.

The vice president of Shudu Academy of Fine Arts frowned, "Or I'll go down and remind them?"

Hou Qiuhua thought for a while, "Forget it, they are doing something hidden now and have not disturbed the contestants. It is easy for us to get gossip if we enter the court."

“That’s right.”

Shen Chong was so keen to observe. Of course, he also noticed the tricks of this group of competition supervision, but he didn't want to be too sensitive. As long as these people don't affect Xinxin, let them walk around.

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

She can't doodle it.

As the competition progresses, players have successively called reports to apply for food.

Most contestants are in the growth and development period, which is the time to grow up, digest quickly, and high-intensity mental labor will speed up energy consumption.

Shen Chong and Feng Chuxue's attention has been kept in Xinxin's compartment.

Strangely, the competition time was almost two and a half hours, and it was already twelve:30 noon. Almost all the contestants ate something more or less, but Xinxin had not raised her hand yet.

"What's going on? She usually wants to eat at this time. Today, why don't she eat it?"

Shen Chong murmured to himself, but it made him feel distressed.

Feng Chuxue was also confused and couldn't understand the situation. "I clearly told her to ask for skinny eggs 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 is unlikely. If a child is hungry when using his brain at high intensity, it will easily cause his blood sugar to be too low and his head will be dizzy. How can he forget it?"

The situation changed, and Shen Chong was really uneasy, so he went to the person in charge to ask about the situation. He confirmed that Xinxin had not fainted, but was still drawing with energy, so he felt a little more at ease.

Finally, he arrived at 1:00 p.m., as Teacher Hou Qiuhua held the microphone and whispered: "Please stop writing immediately, the competition is over! If you continue painting, it will be considered as an automatic abstention!"

When Teacher Hou Qiuhua was speaking, the first high supervisor had already stood at the door of the compartment again.

Don’t worry too much about other older children, but Xinxin is young and according to the usual perception, children of this age are not so obedient.

However, Xinxin didn't ask him to worry much. As early as Hou Qiuhua announced the end, he finished the last stroke and finished the work.

Next is the scoring process, because of the special circumstances of the youth group, this process is made more complicated.

In order to reduce unnecessary workload, the competition supervisor and the jury first screened out sixty-four paintings with significant levels at the fastest speed.

This part of the painting will be displayed in the form of a miscellaneous name on the side of the competition venue, and the jury and students and parents can view it on site.

If you have any opinions, you can raise questions. The judges will make an on-site comment, but the price is that this will reveal who the author of the famous painting is.

Of course, the judges usually don’t beat him to death with one stick, and they usually leave a sentence in the end, “The child’s talent is still good. It may be because he doesn’t perform well today, or because there is a problem with the topic selection. I hope that if I continue to work hard, the child still has a lot of room for improvement.”

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

Not only did I have no chance today, but I also had no talent or talent in this area. I would change my career as soon as possible to save my life.

However, parents who are so bad that they usually remain silent, so how can they bring shame upon themselves?

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

However, due to the change of the competition system and the grading process, the closed-end score of the judges became public scores on the side of the court.

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

Of course, these sixty-four paintings are also dumb.

Apart from being able to recognize their own paintings, students and parents don’t know who the other paintings are.

This has caused many parents who are ulterior motives to give Xinxin a low score to be killed.

After learning about this, Shen Chong's heart fell into trouble. As long as he doesn't expose himself stupidly, he will at least not suffer any losses in the public review process.

stable!

Considering many reasons such as limited time, the appreciation time for each painting should not exceed four minutes.

Once the time comes, all students' parents and reviewers will submit the scoring table at the same time, and the staff will conduct statistics and obtain the weighted average. The final results will be announced between 4:00 and 5:00 pm.

For the masters in the jury, it takes four minutes to give the most intuitive feeling. Basically, by looking at it, you can think about the author's level in your heart to 90% accurate.

But for students and contestants, the four-minute tasting time is too short, so it is impossible to get a very accurate score. It is purely based on fate.

However, considering that the base is large enough, everyone makes a preliminary judgment based on the first impression. After a comprehensive average, they can see the gap in a very close way.

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

The first impression of ordinary people is one of the assessment criteria for masterpieces that have passed down from generation to generation. This model is not very professional, but it is relatively accurate.

As the contestants emerged one after another in the order of the compartment, Xinxin finally walked out of it with high supervision.

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

How could Shen Chong ask her how she painted? She picked her up and went to find food immediately.

I'm so tired that I don't care what I painted, it doesn't matter what I want, it's important to fill my stomach.

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

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

"Wow, that's OK, it's OK, the last bite, I really can't eat this bite anymore!"

While Xinxin was drinking porridge in big mouthfuls, bursts of laughter and noise were heard from the crowd there.

In less than fifteen minutes, sixty-four "car accident scenes" were quickly screened out. In fact, it was not the jury's turn to take action. The competition supervisor had nowhere to hide when he was holding a low speed blowing and closing the painting.

The contestants have uneven levels, so it is not surprising that this situation occurs.

Some parents hope that their children will walk out of a smooth road on the road of art, but many people also have the idea of ​​playing games that focuses on participating.

Some people were so angry that their faces were red with anger, but they held their children tightly, covered their mouths, or repeatedly emphasized that they should not speak out, and we should take the painting home and decorate it after the competition is over.

Parents with relatively high-level children take their children from each family to the Grand View Garden like Liu Laolao, looking at each painting. Whenever they see a dish that comes out of a new level, they will comment or have fun.

Whenever they think a painting has broken to a new level, they can always find a "new world" behind this row of easels, and then there is another marvelous sound.

The most exciting thing among them is the greasy aunt, who is simply amazing.

Her baby is obviously good at his level and clearly told her that she performed well, that he was not in these sixty-four "tragedies".

The greasy aunt suddenly felt her face and played the role of an opinion leader again. She relied on her half-baked level to make comments loudly.

What's even more nonsense is that every time she discovers "New World", she will look at the corner where Shen Chong and Xinxin are having dinner with inquiring eyes.

Her eyes even took other parents to look here.

Everyone's eyes were quite complicated, not only mocking Shen Chong's rich father who was ignorant of the world, but also sympathizing with Xinxin's cute porcelain doll to have a nervous player father.

"I don't believe that this little girl can draw anything extraordinary. The competition supervisors just now must be watching Qiqi, see how she has reached a new level, right? Oh. Look at this color, my God, it's so tender that it looks like a three-year-old doll, is that little girl?"

"Yoyo, this one, look at this one, are these lines worms? They are twisted and twisted, and they can't even pull the lines straight, so why are you going to participate in the competition?"

"This, everyone, come and see this. My God, why do I look at each painting like the one painted by that little girl?"

"Wow, this painting is only halfway through, right? Half of the white space? What new expression is this?"

She was quite excited. Anyway, her son advanced and said she was hopeful for winning the championship, so she was fearless.

Of course, she didn't notice that every time she commented, she would always have one or two gazes that wanted to strangle her to death. After all, most of her attention was on Shen Chong and Xinxin.

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

If the rules did not allow the competition supervisor to be leaked in advance, the 1.9-meter-high supervisor really wanted to pull the aunt's ears hard, please don't show it anymore!

I really want to hang you up and throw it into the review room inside!

Let you see what Xinxin’s drawings are!

Shen Chong was also annoyed by the crowd's eyes that were occasionally cast on him, but at this time he knew that nothing was meaningless to say.

Forget it, my wealth is hundreds of billions, and I don’t have the same knowledge as you.

I can't afford to lose this person!
To be continued...