After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

This time the Ink Cup Chinese Painting Contest in City B was held in the Third Middle School.

In the afternoon, Tanggula got on the bus from the school to No. 3 Middle School.

The weather is fine, and the sun is shining in through the car window.

After he sat down, he felt a little dazzling, so he hurriedly drew the car curtain.

"May I sit here?" A familiar voice suddenly came from my ear.

Tanggula stiffened and turned her head numbly. When she saw the opponent, she was in a daze.

This person...when did he dye his black hair.

He heard the sound of his heart beating in his chest. A louder than a louder.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Qi Linqing continued to move forward.

Snapped.

Tanggula grabbed Qi Linqing's wrist abruptly and stammered:

"Yes, yes, sit with me."

Qi Linqing came back and sat down, took off the bag behind his back and put it at his feet.

On the other side, the leading teacher Ji Youguang finished his name and walked over to Qi Linqing and handed a bottle of water to Qi Linqing, and asked:

"Play well, don't be nervous."

Qi Linqing: "Yeah."

Ji Youguang looked at the calm appearance of the young man, and secretly said that he would not be nervous.

The psychological quality of this child is too strong.

Ji You turned his gaze, as if he had only seen Tanggula next to his seat, smiled awkwardly, and quickly turned around and gave him a bottle of water.

"Student Tang, the same goes for you."

Tanggula nodded, took the water and said thank you.

After Ji Youguang left, the bus moved quickly and drove away from the campus.

The space in the car was narrow, Tanggula took a deep breath, and could smell the faint fragrance of detergent on the clothes of the person beside him.

It smells a bit like natural tea seeds, very topping.

"You..." Tanggula carefully sorted out his words, "Do you know that there are two strong players in this competition?"

Qi Linqing tilted his head slightly and said in surprise: "I don't know."

Tangula: "..."

Tanggula: "It's the two students from the art high school next door. I lost to them last year and the year before the university."

Although last time I learned that Qi Linqing's Chinese painting level is very high, Tanggula is not sure whether the opponent's strength can surpass these two.

Qi Linqing asked: "Are they great?"

Tang Gula nodded vigorously and said, "Yes! One is an old senior who has been repeating grades for four years and is determined to be admitted to the Huaqing Department of Traditional Chinese Painting, and the other is a genius..."

Under the guidance of his father, Tangula thought he was already a genius.

He began to learn calligraphy at the age of three and painting at the age of five. He believed that he had a solid foundation.

However, it was not until after losing to them in the Ink Cup competition for two consecutive years that Tangula understood what it means to have mountains outside the mountains and people outside the sky.

The talent of that genius boy in Chinese painting is really terrifying.

"What is the Huaqing Department of Traditional Chinese Painting?" Qi Linqing looked interested.

Tanggula explained: "Uh, it is Huaqing University. Its Chinese painting major is known as the strongest in the country."

Qi Linqing thoughtfully.

He was also unwilling to be forced by his family to study abroad like the original owner after graduating from high school, and to go to a completely unfamiliar country.

Perhaps, he can try hard to test a domestic university.

The stadium of No. 3 Middle School was temporarily transformed into a venue for the Ink Cup competition.

A red banner was pulled at the door: "The 15th City B "Ink Cup" Chinese Painting Preliminary Contest, welcome everyone."

The third middle school is a well-known art high school in Zhaoyang District. The admission rate is quite high, and the undergraduate rate is nearly 100%.

In addition to cultural classes, the students here are painting, and the shriveled aluminum tubes dumped out of the school’s trash cans can fill half a car.

Although everyone learns cramming art, but many of them also learn Chinese painting at the same time.

Nowadays, art students all over the country are scrolling crazily, and the pressure of the entrance exam alone is too great. It is comparable to crossing a single-plank bridge in the college entrance examination.

Students who are a little more clever and smart will all choose to use their brains in the school exam.

Nowadays, Chinese painting is becoming lonely, and the chances of getting admitted to prestigious universities are even greater.

At this time, the stadium is backstage.

Several students waiting for the start of the third middle school are chatting.

They heard from the teacher that Qi Linqing, who was very popular on the Internet before, also signed up for this competition.

Student A was shocked: "He also applied for Chinese painting??"

Student B: "That's right."

Student C: "No, it's not... He acted in a costume TV series. It doesn't mean that he is really a master of traditional Chinese painting like Gao Lanxi in the show."

Student A: "Laughing to death, he may be too deep in the play."

Student B: "It's not that his acting skills are not so good. I guess he wants to use this to hype."

"..."

They chatted here, and on the other side, the judges were also in attendance.

In addition to the two art teachers from the Third Middle School, Tang Shaoyue, a well-known Chinese painting professor at the Academy of Fine Arts, was also invited.

Tang Shaoyue's eyes circled around the court and fell on his son.

The student sitting next to his son should be the one who Ji Youguang said would lose the skills of traditional Chinese painting.

Tang Shaoyue squinted his eyes, a little doubtful in his heart.

Ji Youguang has half given up on Chinese painting since he became a teacher. Could it be that he was confused and misunderstood?

How could that lost technique that has been rarely seen in ancient paintings since the Tang Dynasty appeared in a young man and a half? ?

Soon, the game announced the official start.

The title announced by the judges this time is very simple, with only two words: insects.

But obviously everyone understands that this subject matter implies restrictions.

Since it is an insect, it is definitely not freehand. It is best to use meticulous painting to reflect the lifelike and agility of insects.

Most of the participating students brought their own pen and ink, and when they heard the judges ring the bell, they quickly took out the utensils from the bags and laid them on the table.

Chinese painting is not like sketching, it is very time-consuming.

The ink cup competition stipulates to be completed within three and a half hours, and they must pay close attention to the painting.

Yang Junye, a young man known as the genius of the Three Chinese Paintings, became the focus of the audience. Not only the judges, but even the students behind him couldn't help but probe their heads, wanting to witness his painting process with their own eyes.

After winning the first prize of the ink cup Chinese painting in City B for two consecutive years, Yang Junye was also interviewed by the newspaper and published a page of youth magazines.

Behind him, the senior who had repeated the grade for four years was unwilling to be left behind, so he immersed himself in the painting.

Even a genius may not be surpassed by hard work and experience.

In the corner of the stadium.

Only Tanggula noticed that Qi Linqing, who was standing next to him, dipped the ink to make the first stroke in a hurry.

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