PDLP Chapter 49 Framed
Chapter 49 Framed
Upon hearing Grandpa Xie's words, Lao Bao immediately ordered the surveillance footage to be retrieved without hesitation.
He also believes that their calligraphy and painting circles may have truly unearthed a gem, and if so, there must be no ambiguity when it comes to its proper recognition.
Reporters around were nervously recording the moment, and photographers also raised their cameras and frantically took pictures to document it.
As the surveillance footage was played, everyone was stunned.
The little girl picked up her pen without pausing for a moment, writing with unwavering ease and composure.
Time passed second by second, and Jiang Songchu presented his ideas on the canvas stroke by stroke.
After the surveillance footage ended, the entire area was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Old Bao then realized what was happening and loudly announced into the microphone: "I hereby announce that contestant number 60, Jiang Songchu, has advanced to the second round!"
After hearing the announcement, no one had any objections.
However, after the first round of the competition ended, people had a different opinion of this little girl.
Why are they suddenly looking forward to her performance in the second round?
Jiang Songchu helped the smiling Grandpa Xie out of the art museum, intending to find a place to have lunch and rest so that he could better participate in the second round of the competition in the afternoon.
At the dinner table, everyone praised Jiang Songchu highly.
Chen Yun was so surprised she couldn't close her mouth: "I really didn't expect her to be able to draw at such a level!"
"I originally thought it was already quite impressive that she made it to the finals just because she enjoys drawing, but I never expected her to have such talent!"
"With this level of skill, you could easily gain a following in the art world, let alone the entertainment industry!"
The system was also chattering away to Jiang Songchu: "Chuchu, congratulations on passing the first round! There are more rewards waiting for you after you pass the second round! Keep it up!"
Yes, the system appeared promptly when the host announced the competition rules and issued the basic task: to pass the final of the "Guomo Danqing Cup" calligraphy and painting competition and receive corresponding rewards based on the ranking.
Jiang Songchu simply smiled slightly, knowing that she had actually gained some advantage as well.
After all, she could think of many scenarios for this topic. If it were a science or modern subject, she might really have a hard time.
However, what Jiang Songchu didn't know was that the most captivating aspect of her paintings wasn't her superb technique, but rather their lifelike expressiveness and vividness. Her works seemed to possess a magical power, instantly transporting viewers into the scene.
This level is a height that most people can never reach in their entire lives.
After finishing their meal, everyone took a short rest in the car before re-entering the venue to participate in the second round of the competition.
The same judges and audience members as in the morning, only now there were only twenty easels left in the center of the venue.
Jiang Songchu sat next to the last easel again. Due to the reduction in the number of easels, everyone could clearly see each contestant painting.
Following the events of the morning, the calligraphy and painting association held an emergency meeting and decided to activate real-time monitoring and project the results onto a large screen to keep track of the competition's progress.
The host went on stage and announced: "Congratulations to the twenty contestants who have successfully passed the first round of the competition!"
On behalf of the calligraphy and painting association, I would like to extend my warmest congratulations to everyone!
"Next, please welcome the contestants to take their seats!"
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, and the contestants found their seats amidst the applause.
However, people occasionally turn their attention to Jiang Songchu.
Jiang Songchu sensed that some of the gazes were unfriendly. She looked up and saw a middle-aged man who, upon seeing her looking over, lowered his gaze and no longer looked directly at her.
The middle-aged man, with thinning hair, was dressed very formally in a suit and tie and sat to Jiang Songchu's left.
"Now I announce that the second round of the competition has no official topic; everyone is free to create their own ideas, with a one-hour time limit. The competition is now officially starting!"
With Lao Bao's command, the competition officially began.
Jiang Songchu ignored the middle-aged man, but she remained cautious, having the system constantly monitor his movements in case he caused any trouble.
This time, Jiang Songchu did not hesitate for long. Faced with the challenge of creating freely without a theme, her thoughts were like a wild horse, and there were plenty of subjects to depict.
However, since it was a competition, she knew that the quality of her work was of utmost importance and could not be taken lightly.
So, after a brief moment of contemplation, she decisively picked up her pen and began to sketch the world in her heart on the rice paper.
In the audience, everyone held their breath, and the judges were also focused, their eyes all on Jiang Songchu's every move.
The middle-aged man beside her was also writing beautifully, but he kept glancing sideways, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally observing Jiang Songchu's creative process.
Time passed quietly, and when the competition was halfway through, many contestants gradually showed signs of fatigue, and the audience stopped staring at the contestants as they painted.
After glancing around discreetly, the middle-aged man on the left seemed to realize that the time was right. He casually raised the ink cartridge, as if to splash it.
However, in the next second, as if his foot slipped, the ink cartridge went out of control and tilted violently, pouring out ink like black rain, aiming directly at Jiang Songchu's easel.
Jiang Songchu was concentrating on sketching the scene in her mind when she suddenly heard the system urgently call out, "Chuchu, be careful on the left!"
Before the words were finished, there was a loud "bang" as the ink cartridge hit the ground, splashing ink everywhere.
The sudden turn of events startled everyone awake, and the scene before them left them stunned for a moment.
The open space between Jiang Songchu and the middle-aged man was a mess, with the ink bottle lying alone on the ground.
The middle-aged man was covered in ink and looked quite disheveled.
Jiang Songchu, on the other hand, stood neatly to the side, holding the painting tightly in his hand, his back to the crowd, his face cold and his eyes sharp as he stared at the other party.
"Teacher Bao, this little girl did it on purpose!"
The middle-aged man suddenly shouted hysterically, his eyes flashing with the grievance of being bullied and the heartache over the painting.
"I'm going to report her!" he continued angrily. "She deliberately splashed ink on me, ruining my painting!"
The staff of the calligraphy and painting association were somewhat at a loss for what to do.
Fortunately, the experienced Lao Bao managed to stabilize the situation in time. He stepped forward, frowned at the middle-aged man, and said with a hint of authority in his voice, "Don't get agitated. What exactly happened?"
Upon hearing Lao Bao's words, the middle-aged man began to sob and cry.
"Teacher Bao, this little girl seems to be deliberately copying my drawing!"
"I just realized that I was trying to change the painting by splashing ink, but then my foot slipped and I lost my balance. I had already grabbed the easel and was about to regain my balance."
"Suddenly she kicked me, and before I knew it, the ink bottle flew out, splashing all over me and ruining my painting!"
Old Bao frowned, a hint of disgust in his eyes.