The next day, March 9, on Sunday afternoon, the annual "Welcome Spring Cup" calligraphy and painting competition for college students in eastern Guangdong Province was held in the provincial gymnasium.

Why can cultural activities be borrowed from sports settings?

First, the provincial gymnasium is relatively large and can accommodate the number of people in this event.

The second is "there is no distinction between culture and sports". More than ten years later, many local cultural bureaus and sports bureaus have been merged into "cultural and sports bureaus".

Of course, at present, the "Welcome Spring Cup" is still an event hosted by the Provincial Department of Culture and jointly organized by the Provincial Communist Youth League.

The two provincial units are leading not only with high specifications, but also with sufficient recognition and value in the province.

The Department of Culture even dispatched a deputy inspector named Zhang to speak to the leader. When Zhang was speaking above, Chen also listened below.

Of course, Chen Jie was not a contestant, but came to cheer as a family member.

Because Yu Xian's work successfully passed the audition, he is currently waiting for the final in the venue.

The venue is a basketball court and it was slightly arranged. The calligraphy competition was just completed in the morning, and the painting competition was held in the afternoon.

All the contestants had wooden drawing boards in front of them, with white rice paper spread out on them.

Yu Xian was also sitting on a small square stool, but facing the rostrum, leaving only her honey-brown hair to her family.

It was burgundy in high school, but after slowly fading, it turned into a less eye-catching honey brown.

The hair is curved, like the tip of the waves crumpled by the sea breeze. As the body occasionally shakes, it spreads on the shoulders, or hangs on the graceful waist.

Chen Jae didn't know why Yu Xian's waist looked so beautiful, thin and light, like a silk streamer tied to a red wine bottle, silky and tough.

"... Dear students, calligraphy and painting art is an important part of our traditional culture, and it carries the wisdom and spirit of the Chinese nation..."

“…This year is the Olympic Games being held in our country, in order to inherit the Olympic spirit and pursue a better future…”

"…The theme of this painting competition is [the fragrance of ink is everywhere, the charm of the mystery], which is both a movement and a charm..."

Zhang Tan’s speech was as expected by Chen Zhan.

No matter what official activities in 2008, if you don’t have the word “Olympics”, it means you have no political stance and sensitivity, and don’t know how to respond to the central government’s deployment and call.

Even the questions of the national and provincial examinations are related to the Olympics, after all, this is a grand event that all humans on Earth participate in.

“…I will announce it below.”

After Zhang Tan finished talking about this pile of nonsense, he finally said: "The competition officially begins!"

Yu Xian has a lively and lively personality. Apart from Chen Jie, she can't stand this complicated and lengthy official accent.

So when Zhang Tan was speaking, she often turned her head and covered her mouth and whispered to Wu Yu next door.

That's right, Comrade Wu Yu also passed the auditions and entered the finals.

She was originally purely "studying with the prince", but with subtle accompanying, her skills and proficiency were significantly improved under the guidance of the famous teacher Guan Yongyi.

Anyway, Wu Yu himself was surprised to enter the finals.

"It's not okay to accompany the prince to study. You must accompany him until he ascends the throne, right?"

Wu Yu thought depressed.

I heard from the fool Wang Changhua that Huang Baihan’s milk tea shop is very interesting to open, but after being delayed by this competition, it is probably not possible to pass by at night.

"Ah Yeh! Ah Yeh!"

Wang Changhua, who was standing beside Chen, sneezes for no reason.

"Damn, I drank very late last night before I returned to the dormitory."

Wang Changhua's nasal voice is a bit heavy: "I seem to have a little cold."

"Then you go back and lie down."

Chen said, "We still have here anyway."

"you?"

Wang Changhua flattened her mouth and thought to herself that you are all relatives and friends of Sister Cos.

Today, Yu Xian’s group of relatives and friends is more “weird”.

First of all, Professor Guan was not present.

The old lady's status is really too high, especially on the land in Lingnan. As long as she stops in the venue, the event organizers, including the deputy inspector who spoke just now, would come here to say hello.

If you know that Yu Xian is her closed disciple, believe it or not, even if Sister Cos handed over a piece of paper, those officials will make Yu Xian first place in all aspects.

This is the result that Professor Guan wanted, but it is not the process that she wanted.

My disciple of Guan Yongyi must win first place, but I cannot win first place in this way!

So Professor Guan simply couldn't come, and even refused to accompany him, Dean of Guangmei Tong Lan.

Finally, the only teacher who accompanied Yu Xian and Wu Yu to participate in the competition was Xiao Yongzhi, their class teacher, who looked pitiful anyway.

You should know that more than these two students in Guangmei participated in the competition. He Yuanchang, the former "proud son of heaven", and his instructor Professor Xia Rucai were accepting compliments from some media reporters in the venue.

Secondly, Chen Jie's parents actually came over.

In fact, this was agreed before, and they would also come to cheer up on Yu Xian’s game this day.

The couple thought that Chen and Song Shiwei had no relationship anymore, so they naturally focused on this "Sichuan and Chongqing daughter-in-law".

So it is correct for Wang Changhua to think that way. It is indeed Yu Xian’s people here.

Wu Yu was like a "free test". She didn't hold on to her hope of winning the award, and she didn't even talk about the competition to her family.

Of course, Wang Changhua didn't think this female tyrannosaurus could be.

All he wanted to do was look at her, accompany her, and then make fun of her.

However, Wang Changhua couldn't say these words. Not only could she not say them, she even replied stubbornly:

"How can I leave after I am here? If it comes to a critical moment, she will borrow energy from everyone, it won't be possible if I don't have it!"

"This is not Dragon Ball, what kind of vitality do you need to borrow?"

Chen Jie didn't advise again: "If you think your body can hold on, then wait together."

The afternoon final was live painting, from 2:30 to 5:30.

First, it tests the contestants' ability to write quickly, and second, it completely eliminates the "Mr. Dongguo" who uses other people's works to pass auditions.

In fact, for students with good basic skills, three hours is enough.

When the contestants started painting, the relatives and friends slowly calmed down, and the "swish" sound of pen tips passing by rice paper was heard.

Occasionally, some parents' mobile phones did not change into vibration mode, and the ringtone of Phoenix Legend suddenly rang in the venue, everyone was startled, and then they hung up the phone in a hurry.

As I observed these contestants, most of them were girls, and of course there were many boys, and most of them should have good family conditions.

I won’t talk about the trendy clothing and accessories on high streets, and even luxury brands such as Dior, Lv, and Prada are not rare.

Chen gave Yu Xian a Chanel small Kun bag during the Chinese New Year, but he said it was A-go, which only costs a few dozen yuan.

Sister Cos believed it and casually put it at the foot of the easel during the competition.

There was a female judge who was patrolling everywhere. She had been staying by Yu Xian for a long time, looking at the paintings, bags, and people from time to time.

Finally, she also wrote down the name of the candidate.

"Do you guys wait until the end?"

Chen asked his parents, he was worried that there would be something wrong with Lao Chen's unit or Empress Dowager Mao's emergency department.

"Should you wait."

Empress Dowager Mao said indifferently: "I won't take shifts today on Sunday, and we can have a meal together tonight. What do you think Lao Chen?"

Chen Peisong is sending messages, probably because he is busy with work. Recently, he has been summoned by district leaders more and more times.

This is a good thing.

Leaders generally do not chat with subordinates at will unless they unintentionally show some valuable foresight.

Hearing his wife's voice, Old Chen raised his head and said relaxedly: "I can do it, you can arrange it."

"But we can't."

Chen smiled and said, "We are going to Huang Baihan's milk tea shop to help in the evening."

"What's the meaning?"

Mao Xiaoqin was a little puzzled: "Has Bai Han opened a milk tea shop?"

"yes!"

Before Chen could answer, Wang Changhua turned his head from the side and rushed to say, "Uncle, aunt, don't you know, the milk tea shop just opened yesterday, and the business was so good that it exploded. Now we all call him Mr. Huang."

"Bai Han is so awesome now."

Mao Xiaoqin said in surprise.

"It's still a little bit worse for me..."

While Wang Changhua was bragging about himself, Chen Jae suddenly stood up.
To be continued...