Chapter 437 The Chinese Painting Competition Officially Begins

On the side, Tao Dachuan, who was in a spiritual state, looked at this scene and trembled with anger. He angrily rushed towards Zhao Qianhe, wanting to teach this junior brother who betrayed him a lesson.

However, because he was only in the soul state, his fists failed time and time again and he could not touch Zhao Qianhe at all.

"Zhao Qianhe! You beast! I'm going to beat you to death!" Tao Dachuan roared, but he had no choice but to watch Zhao Qianhe continue to pretend to be innocent.

After the truth about the poisonous mooncakes was exposed, the atmosphere of the entire ink painting competition instantly became tense and subtle.

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Just when Mr. Ren was about to hand Zhao Qianhe over to the police, a person in charge of the organizer hurried over with obvious anxiety on his face.

"Mr. Ren, about Zhao Qianhe... I know you are very angry, but can you wait until the game is over? You also know that Zhao Qianhe represents our country in this game. If he is taken away now, our champion Hope is dashed. He is the one most likely to win the championship!" The organizer's tone was full of persuasion, trying to calm down the storm.

Hearing this, Mr. Ren glanced coldly at the person in charge of the organizer, his face unwavering and his tone cold: "Do you think that the honor of Chinese ink painting can only be maintained by Zhao Qianhe? No! I will say it today Put it here, with only Su Ming, our country can still win the championship!”

The person in charge of the organizer was stunned, and his eyes subconsciously turned to Su Ming. Can a child who is only a few years old really take on such a heavy responsibility? Although he had heard of Su Ming's name, he still had doubts.

Compared to Zhao Qianhe, a veteran who has been famous in the industry for a long time, Su Ming is too young, which makes people suspicious.

However, Mr. Ren's attitude has been extremely determined. While everyone was still hesitating, Mr. Ren picked up the phone and called the police without hesitation. His voice was calm and powerful: "Hello, police? I want to call the police. The criminal's name is Zhao Qianhe. Please send someone here immediately."

Soon after, the police arrived at the competition venue and took Zhao Qianhe away.

Zhao Qianhe completely lost his usual calmness and confidence, and his face was full of panic. He tried to struggle, but was held down by several police officers.

Zhao Qianhe's hair was messy, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of helplessness and fear.

After being packed into the police car in embarrassment, he still refused to give up and shouted desperately: "I was wronged! You can't do this to me! I am the hope of this competition. I...I will win the championship for China." !”

The police were unmoved and pushed him into the police car.

As the sirens faded away and the surrounding area returned to calm, many students who were familiar with Zhao Tianhe couldn't help but sigh: "It's really disappointing that Teacher Zhao would do such a thing."

Mr. Ren watched the police car leave, then turned to Su Ming and said, "Ming'er, the rest of the game depends on you. I believe in you."

Su Ming nodded, his eyes firm. He knew that this competition was not only about his own honor, but also the dignity of the entire Chinese ink painting.

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The opening ceremony of the competition was very lively. All the contestants gathered together and the whole venue was filled with laughter and laughter.

After the organizer arranged a simple process explanation, it entered the formal competition.

According to the rules of the competition, each contestant will complete an ink painting with the theme of "Landscape and People" within the specified time and display it on site.

As the youngest player, Su Ming undoubtedly attracted a lot of attention.

In the crowd, the eyes of many spectators were focused on him, and comments arose one after another.

"Who is that kid? He is also here to participate in the competition? He doesn't look any older than that?"

"Can such a young child draw any decent ink paintings? I think they are probably here to make up the numbers."

"There is no one left in China, and they actually sent a child to participate in such an important competition."

"There is a famous and talented painter over there in the Han Kingdom. He is the popular contestant this time! I heard that his works are unique and many people around the world are pursuing him."

"Yes, that player from Han Kingdom has a good chance of winning the championship. After all, his style and skills are already well-known internationally. On the other hand, Hua Kingdom actually sent a little brat to the field. It's really incomparable."

"It looks like China is going to be in trouble this time."

In the audience, the supporters of Hanguo's players were particularly excited. They had full confidence in their talented painters. Many people even believed that the winner of this competition was none other than Hanguo's players.

Fans of Han Kingdom happily discussed the glorious history of their idols, as if victory was a sure thing.

"That Hanguo contestant is not only famous domestically, but I heard he has also won many awards internationally! His style completely subverts the traditional ink painting and is very modern."

"Yes, his works are bold and unique, different from those rigid traditional painters. In comparison, this Chinese child is too young."

Voices of contempt and doubt filled the arena. Su Ming stood on the seat of the competition and calmly observed his surroundings. He could feel the questioning eyes, but his heart was unusually calm.

The competition bell rang and the contestants began to draw.

The time specified in the competition is three hours. Each contestant needs to complete his or her work within this time. The organizer will score each contestant based on his technique, composition and artistic conception.

A piece of white rice paper was placed in front of Su Ming. At this time, he was possessed by Tao Dachuan's soul. Tao Dachuan took a deep breath and calmed down.

He knew that this competition was not only a contest of skills, but also a training of the state of mind.

As time passed, the contestants' paintings gradually emerged, and landscape paintings of various styles were spread out in front of everyone. Some works have smooth lines and magnificent momentum; some are far-reaching and full of deep thoughts.

The paintings of the contestant from Han are particularly eye-catching. His landscape paintings not only have the traditional ink and wash style, but also incorporate modern composition techniques, which are extremely visually impactful.

The audience exclaimed from time to time, especially the supporters of the contestants from Han. They were extremely proud of their idol's performance and the discussion became more heated.

"The work of the contestant from Han Country really lived up to expectations! The layering of this painting is really great!"

"It looks like he is a sure winner in this competition. No one else can compare."

"Don't even mention the kid from Hua Country. I saw that he didn't even touch the drawing paper. I guess he didn't dare to start."

"I guess he was scared. After all, it was his first time to participate in such a big competition. The pressure must be great."

The atmosphere of the competition gradually became tense, and the three-hour time was gradually coming to an end.