Wei Ting asked Ren Bufan to go and get the painting tools prepared by the association by himself, and there was really everything here.

Ren Bufan slowly selected some interesting things and found some interesting things. He squatted beside him and took the tools to make some blending of the paint.

The scene was quite busy, no one paid attention to what he was doing.

When he got it almost done, he slowly moved the painting tools to the assigned position.

Until the competition began, the association finally finished the work at hand.

An old man who seemed quite strict walked up to the stage and started talking to all the invited candidates participating in the competition: "My name is Yang Yan. He is the founder of Wuzhou Calligraphy and Painting Association and is also the current chairman of Wuzhou Calligraphy and Painting Association. Today, the 9th Dongwu Cup Calligraphy and Painting Competition is held to select the most suitable candidates from all the outstanding young people in Wuzhou City and join our Calligraphy and Painting Association family. So today..."

He talked a long story for a long time, and the other contestants listened carefully, only Ren Bufan kept getting sleepy and yawning.

After finally finishing the speech, the chairman of the association announced the proposition: "Today's competition content, I am a model! No restrictions on painting methods and techniques, complete the works within the specified time, with a limited time of five hours! After the competition, our association members and special guests will comment on everyone's paintings and determine the top five with the most powerful ones. These five contestants will receive ranking trophys, certificates and bonuses provided by the association, and will also receive quotas to join the association and become official members! Now the time is set, the competition begins!"

After he finished speaking, he sat in the middle of the painting scene without moving.

The contestant was constantly looking and calculating when he was speaking, and now he was drawing paper and ink immediately.

Wei Ting and other members of the association, specially invited guests stood around and watched, and looked around.

"I said, that's your specially invited contestant, right?" Someone asked in the direction of Ren Bufan, "What is he doing?"

Wei Ting looked in Ren Bufan's direction and saw that he did not start painting directly like the other contestants, but leisurely stirred the palette with a brush. So he turned around and said, "First, he should have been my special guest of comments, not the contestant; secondly, with his strength, oil painting can be completed in half an hour, so I am not in a hurry!"

"Just blow!" All the other members of the association looked disbelief. Who can finish oil paintings in half an hour? It's a fantasy!

They thought Wei Ting was deliberately boasting, and who didn’t know that oil painting requires many complicated procedures, and sometimes it took several days to finish drawing. Half an hour? Draw an embryo?

This was an expected thing, and Wei Ting himself could not believe it at first, until he witnessed it with his own eyes. So he said calmly: "You guys just look at it."

The members behind them also speak very lightly, so they try to avoid affecting the contestants' paintings.

Everyone began to quietly inspect the contestants' works and whispered to their painting techniques and styles.

After walking around, he returned to Ren Bufan's side.

"I said, is he painting our chairman?" The current Ren Bufan casually brushed the drawing paper with his brush, but he could not see any portrait gallery at all. A member whispered, "Can this kid not want to compete?"

Wei Ting glanced at Ren Bufan's paintings, but he really couldn't understand what he was painting, and he didn't know how to harmonize the paints. It was not harmonious at all when it was clicked on the drawing paper.

Several members of the association next to him felt that Ren Bufan was doing things randomly, and even suspected what Wei Ting said before. Is that master-level oil painting really from him?

Even Wei Ting was worried, but at least he believed in Ren Bufan's painting skills, just thinking that this guy might not want to participate in the competition.

He quickly walked behind Ren Bufan, bent down and whispered: "Don't you want to play? You're so perfunctory. Or just stop drawing, I'll talk to them..."

"No!" Ren Bufan turned around and said, "I'm drawing very seriously! I'll get a trophy back later."

"Get the trophy? You are just here..." Wei Ting pointed at the mess, unable to see anything at all, as if the scribbled paper showed a speechless expression, "Or it is not a entries, are you practicing?"

"This is my work!" Ren Bufan smiled, "The chairman of the association is definitely eye-catching."

Wei Ting said it was eye-catching, but he didn't know what you were painting! Where can I see the appearance of our association chairman? If you really fool this, my face will be lost!

I thought he was probably joking with him, so he shouldn't have participated in this messy work, and he will definitely re-draw it later.

Turning around and walking away to see the works of other contestants. Several other members of the calligraphy and painting association and special guests were all laughing behind Ren Bufan.

About forty minutes passed, and two contestants had stopped writing. Their works were relatively simple line drawings, which seemed to be pretty good.

Others are still trying to splash ink, extremely serious.

Ren Bufan finally put the brush beside him, took out his phone boredly and didn't know what to tinker with.

Wei Ting was very worried when he saw this scene. He couldn't tell what Ren Bufan's paintings were. How could he look like the chairman of the association?

So he walked to him and looked down.

I saw this guy playing Tetris on his mobile phone.

This made him speechless and lowered his voice: "What are you doing? Draw! Or don't draw, just do it well if you want to draw!"

"Hasn't I finished drawing?" Ren Bufan glanced at the vertical drawing paper next to him.

Wei Ting looked at the work that even the paint was unevenly blended and looked like a sticky one, and said helplessly: "Don't joke with me! Otherwise, I would tell the Chairman later that the invitation letter I gave you was written incorrectly."

"Don't! I've painted so seriously and prepared to win the trophy, why don't you have any confidence at all?" Ren Bufan turned around, "Anla! I have to talk to the principal, so I won't do anything randomly."

"How can you rest assured if you tell me?" Wei Ting was depressed, "I don't plan to let you participate in the competition..."

"Shh~ Look at the chairman of the association glaring at us!" Ren Bufan made a silence move and pointed to the front.

Wei Ting looked up and it turns out that the chairman was looking at this side with sharp eyes. If he wasn't a model, he would have asked him directly.

"Don't worry, there's no problem!" Ren Bufan said again, waved his hand and asked him to do whatever he should do.

Wei Ting was uneasy, but he had to walk to the side first and continue to patrol and comment with other members.

In my heart, I hope Ren Bufan is joking and will start painting seriously afterwards.

But at the end of the competition, he took a brush and drew a few more strokes on the work, but did not draw a competing painting seriously again.

Just like this work that is painted now, where does it look like the chairman of the association?

Wei Ting gave up and was too lazy to help defend himself when faced with the giggles from several association members.

"Okay!" The chairman of the association sat for five hours, and of course he had a little rest during this period. It was not easy for him to be at his age. As soon as the time came, he immediately announced that he would stop writing. "The countdown was over, and everyone took the paintings and placed them together to openly divide the rankings equally!"

The contestants took the paintings to the front stage and arranged them neatly in order to facilitate the evaluation of the association members and special guests.

Association Chairman Yang Yan glanced at him with a rough look and nodded slightly.

When his eyes fell on Ren Bufan's painting, he frowned: "What kind of mess is this? Are you talking?"

"Me! Me!" Ren Bufan raised his hand with a smile, "This is my work!"

"What are you painting?" Yang Yan couldn't see any content related to him. There were some unorganized landscapes on the drawing paper.

"I'm drawing the chairman!" Ren Bufan said with a smile.

"How can I look like me? Tell me!" Yang Yan frowned and looked at Ren Bufan, "Who did you learn to draw from? Where is your master? Such a serious competition scene, smiling and insulting the competition! Who brought him here, stand up for me!"

Chairman Yang Yan was angry. The other contestants came to see Ren Bufan's paintings and couldn't help but laugh.

He is not here to participate in the competition, he is clearly making trouble!

"Chairman, misunderstanding!" Wei Tingxin said that, and after several members of the association were chuckling and pushed, he had no choice but to come to the front, glanced at Ren Bufan and turned to the chairman, "Actually he is..."

"The Chairman of the Calligraphy and Painting Association is just like this!" Ren Bufan interrupted Wei Ting's words with a few "tsk" sounds.

Wei Tingxin said, "You are here to play with me sincerely, right?"

Is it because I forced you to participate in this competition through the school, so I blamed me for it? But I didn’t want you to draw, I just hope you will participate in the comments!

Just as he was about to ask Ren Bufan to let go and not to do this, the chairman of the association, Yang Yan, snorted: "What do you mean? Little guy, I don't care who you invited to participate in the competition, it's simply unreasonable! I just said that I'm just like this, if you can't explain a reason, I'll drive you and the people who invited you out together!"

Wei Ting's face turned pale, and a group of divine beasts, alpacas in his heart ran past.

If I had known that I wouldn't have invited him, wouldn't this begging for trouble?

Seeing that the chairman was competing with Ren Bufan, other members of the association, special guests and even contestants on the scene were pointing in Ren Bufan's direction and kept whispering.

"I can't see my work without some depth!" Ren Bufan said calmly.

"Are you saying I don't have depth? Just kidding! I am the chairman of the Wuzhou Calligraphy and Painting Association..." Yang Yan frowned, "Okay! You point out the so-called depth to me so that I can see that this painting is a little consistent with the competition proposition, and I will apologize to you!"

"Farewell, I just need to judge fairly!" Ren Bufan said, "I hope that all the people who participated in the rating can rate my paintings from a fair perspective!"

"That's what we have to see is the content that matches the competition! Just your painting..." Someone shook his head next to him.

The others also had the same expression, thinking that he was not considered an entry at all. Even if he was reluctant to use it as a painting, it had nothing to do with pig's trotters!

Faced with all the questioning gazes, Ren Bufan slowly turned around, grabbed a handful of colorful sand from the edge of his pigment plate, and raised his hand and sprinkled it on it.

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