Honkai Starrail: I Love My Girlfriend Ngan Lang Online?

After the game, Su Ye took Silver Wolf to the most famous local barbecue restaurant to eat skewers.

Principal Qin invited him with tears, he ordered whatever was expensive here, and he was eaten by Su Ye and the silver wolf for more than five hundred yuan.

Even Su Ye and Silver Wolf couldn't finish eating, and at the same time they had a tacit understanding that they would pack it and take it away, and wait for the judges' scoring session to eat and watch.

Lao Qin touched his wallet distressedly and said: Don't eat, don't eat, my private money is about to be eaten up by the two of you!!!

However, even so, Lao Qin is still painful and happy.

After all, if Su Ye can really get a good result in the top three in the competition, then the school's rating upgrade is just around the corner.

Even if you don't get the top three, getting the top ten is equivalent to helping the school carry out a wave of publicity.

Thinking about it this way, it's still worth paying a little private money.

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Su Ye and Silver Wolf packed a big bag of barbecue and came to the scoring scene.

At this moment, the four judges of the preliminary selection of this art competition are already sitting in the scoring position.

The first contestant's drawing was displayed in front of them.

However, looking at the painting, there was no expression on the faces of the four judges.

Even one of them sighed.

"Well, what are the paintings... Is this the only way for the new generation? Purity is not enough. "

I can't say that the painting is not good, I can only say that it is decent.

But when it comes to art, mediocrity is a mistake.

Soon, the score for the first painting came out.

Out of 100, he scored only 20 points.

Immediately afterwards, the second contestant's painting was presented.

The style of this painting is delicate and the lines are smooth, but it is still just the normal level of high school students, and there are no bright spots.

It's like a person with a public face on the street, and you can't find anyone else in the crowd.

The second contestant, 25 points.

"Next

!" "Next!" "Next!"

The four judges were expressionless at first, then frowned, and finally impatient.

In the paintings of these people, they only saw mechanical paintings, and there was no soul in them.

After brushing down nearly twenty contestants, the painting of the white-haired boy from No. 1 Middle School was presented to the four judges.

At this moment, his painting is covered by a curtain, and the public has not yet seen the real face of the painting.

The judges looked at the names of the contestants who drew them.

"White ink. "

Is it the boy from the old man's family?"

"Yes, it's him! I remember that he won the international competition before!" The

four judges suddenly cheered up at the mention of the boy.

The curtain was lifted, and what greeted them was a painting of an angel descending to the earth.

The perfect angel with six wings, draped in white gauze, and long golden hair pure and flawless, descended to the mortal world under the shroud of auspicious clouds and holy light, giving the world equal love and blessings.

This painting adopts a post-modern oil painting style, and the perfect painting skills made everyone present gasp.

Perfect, the judges can only describe the painting as perfect.

Soon, the judges gave a score for white ink.

The unanimous vote passed, 100 points

, full marks!! Bai Mo showed a touch of pride on his face, looked at Su Ye, who was waiting for a seat, and raised his chin, as if to say: See how awesome I am? Can you do

it? See no, I let these picky judges unanimously give me full marks, full marks!!

can you beat me today?

The silver wolf gave a thumbs up to Bai Mo first, and then turned his thumb upside down in the next second, turning it into an upside-down thumb gesture.

Then, the silver wolf raised his middle finger at Bai Mo with both hands and grimaced.

"rua~"

Originally, the silver wolf wanted to say some trash talk and mock the other party.

But considering that it is still in the scoring stage, it is still not necessary to trouble Su Ye.

The silver wolf said, our Su Ye has a good temper, and I don't care about you, so let us help Su Ye taunt back.

Hmph! Anyway, we can't let our little boyfriend suffer a little grievance

! Our little boyfriend, you are not allowed to bully!

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Unfortunately, after Bai Mo, the next player in the rating is Su Ye.

After the white ink, the judges said that they had seen the perfect painting they wanted to see, and they no longer needed to look at any more works.

Most of the others are just indiscriminate escort works, and they can be scored casually.

"Next, it's the twentieth contestant, Su Ye's work, [Silver Wolf]

" "Su Ye? who is that?" "

I haven't heard of it, I should just be an ordinary student."

"Anyway, no matter how it is, there is definitely no way to compare with the young master of the Bai family.

However, when the curtain of Su Ye's work was displayed in front of the judges' eyes, the four of them were directly stunned.

The painting in front of them made them stunned and speechless on the spot.

And when he saw Bai Mo of this painting, he was equally shocked and speechless.

Poof.

Bai Mo only felt weakness in his legs and fell to his knees.

The girl on the picture can no longer be described in any words imaginable in the world.

This is not an outward beauty, but a real, flawless beauty that makes people yearn for it after seeing it.

This beauty is like a young and pure first love.

If life is only as first seen, it will live up to the lovesickness and the king.

The paintings of white ink are an absolute display of technique and painting skills.

Then Su Ye's painting is a fierce collision of feelings and souls.

The painting skills of the two are indistinguishable, however, Bai Mo's works are just showing off their skills, while Su Ye's paintings really have a soul.

When I see this painting, I can feel the most sincere feelings of the person who painted the painting for the girl in the painting.

Hotter than hope, deeper than despair, this emotion is love.

Bai Mo fell to his knees, his head blank.

Bai Mo: "I lost..."