Cute But Brutal Wife
Chapter 322: Making Things Difficult for Chu Luo
Everyone felt that He Zhiqian was making things difficult for Chu Luo.
He Zhiqian was indeed making things difficult for Chu Luo. He wanted Chu Luo to know that in the world of painting and calligraphy, truly capable people relied on their own abilities.
When he heard Chu Luo speak, He Zhiqian's slightly serious face became extremely relaxed. He looked at Chu Luo and deliberately said, “Chu Luo, I think of you a lot. I hope you don't disappoint me.”
“Wah! President He never said that he thought highly of someone. Could it be that Chu Luo really has an incredible talent in painting?”
“If that was the case, with Chu Luo's popularity, the media would have reported it beforehand. Why did they not say that Chu Luo knew how to paint?"
“Didn't you notice that President He's gaze was too serious when he saw Chu Luo? Did Chu Luo do something that made President He unhappy?”
“I heard that President He paid special attention to his paintings and especially did not like people criticizing his paintings. Could it be that Chu Luo had broken her taboo and she was holding a grudge against him?”
“It's very possible. After all, President He is famous for his calculations in the painting world.”
“Only have I heard of many foreign media applying for broadcast rights for this competition. Under such circumstances, wouldn't President He be a little overboard to make things difficult for Chu Luo?”
There was a flurry of discussion below the stage, but He Zhiqian looked at Chu Luo firmly.
Chu Luo nodded at him with the same expression and gestured to the host, Yu Tong.
Yu Tong continued to be the host.
“Since President He asked Chu Luo to participate in the competition and Chu Luo agreed, I wonder if the other principal objected?”
The headmaster sitting in front discussed softly and nodded at Yu Tong.
Yu Tong continued, “It just so happens, a participant from our school had an accident this morning and his hand was injured. Now, Chu Luo represented the Imperial University. Next, let's invite our robot team to make preparations for the contestants.”
As soon as Yu Tong finished speaking, Chu Luo pressed a button on the operating panel behind Roundy. Then, everyone watched in shock as more than ten robots walked onto the stage regularly with drawing tools.
The entire big screen features views of spring blooming flowers, grass growing, and orioles flying. Even the floor on the stage had become a real green meadow, with the sun shining from above, and even the morning dew on it.
This time, not only were the people below the stage discussing, but even the spectators watching the live broadcast were shocked.
“Heaven! How did they do it? The people from Imperial University were simply too outstanding. They could actually simulate the competition scene into such an artistic scene. I feel inspired to draw just by looking at it!”
“I want to know who sparked this idea. I'll give him full value.”
“And those robots? Since when did Imperial University's robot technology become so good? Looking at the way they carry tables and drawing papers, if not for the fact that their appearance is still like a robot, I would have thought they were real people!”
“Must say, The Painting and Calligraphy Competition organized by Imperial University has surprised me before it even started!”
“I'm really looking forward to the performance of the participants this time. I am even more looking forward to the appearance of Chu Luo!”
“Can Chu Luo paint?”
“If Chu Luo can get a place, I will eat my keyboard in the live broadcast!”
“Empire University just toyed with galleries!”
Various comments flew everywhere, but everyone started to look forward to it.
Once the robot sends all the tools the participant needs, they leave.
Then, all the participants went up on stage.
The moment Chu Luo took the stage, everyone could not take their eyes off her.
Everyone only had these words in their hearts: Beautiful like a fairy, so beautiful!
The contestants walk to the appropriate place according to the specified number and sit down.
Chu Luo's chair was on the right.
The theme of the race was announced by people from the world of painting and calligraphy. Someone handed the question to He Zhiqian. “President He, come and read the theme.”
He Zhiqian raised his hand and put away the theme the person had given him. He stood up and took the microphone. “Because this is the National Student Painting and Calligraphy Competition, to ensure this competition is fair, we will not see the theme that has been prepared in advance.”
When He Zhiqian said this, the expressions of some people changed.
Although no one knew the theme in such a competition, they would know its general direction. Teachers will get students to practice more in this direction. He Zhiqian deliberately did not play by the rules.
He Zhiqian glanced at all the contestants on the stage and his gaze finally stopped on Chu Luo, who had a calm expression. He continued, “For today's theme, you will draw a vibrant painting like painting ‘ Along the River During the Qingming Festival[1]’.”
“Wah!”
“Is President He crazy? Why did he come up with such a theme? Doesn't this make it difficult for all participants?”
“Again, how could three hours be enough to paint the same scene!”
At this point, someone lifted this up violently.
He Zhiqian replied firmly, “Because this is a national competition, how high is the standard of paintings drawn in two to three hours? Extend time!”
“President He, this is not a good idea. No one is ready.”
“Who is not ready?”
At this point, he said forcefully, “Add another five hours. Those who can draw this painting in eight hours can directly join the Painting Association.”
“Wah! Ck...”
He Zhiqian's words made many people gasp, and many people revealed joyous expressions.
One should know that not everyone can enter the Imperial Painting Association. They were all calligraphers and painting experts. As long as they joined the Painting Association, their reputation would increase and they would be elevated to the master level.
Before the people below the stage could react, some contestants immediately declared their stance.
“I received the theme of the competition President He.”
“I also received it.”
“I also received it.”
Soon, most of the students received the theme of the competition, and the others said nothing.
The competition began in this tense, excited, and hopeful atmosphere.
The reporter seated below the stage quickly said to the cameraman, “Give each participant more close-ups, especially Chu Luo from Imperial University.”
Not only were the people in the excited auditorium, even the reporters and students from Imperial University, who were barred from entering by a group of robots and students and who were watching the live broadcast outside, were not allowed to enter, excited too.
“President Painting Association is too arrogant. He really changed the topic just like that.”
“President of Painting Association is really brave. He said whoever wins the competition will be allowed to join the Painting Association. This is a rare opportunity. The contestants should be very excited in person.”
“Pastya. Can't you see that they're all trying their best to conceptualize and paint?”
“To be honest, if one could draw a lively scene similar to ‘Along the River During the Qingming’ Festival, their painting standards would indeed make them eligible for admission to the Painting Association. I hope Chu Luo can work hard for our Imperial University.”
Not only were there students from Imperial University guarding outside, but there were also people from nearby art colleges rushing over. There were also people who came with the team and a group of reporters. When everyone heard what that Imperial University student said, they looked at him with bright eyes.
It was clearly written in their eyes: “Are you daydreaming?”
Half an hour after the competition, Song Ci who was sitting in the middle suddenly dropped her drawing pencil and smashed the paper in front of her.
The teacher who led Song Ci here quickly stood up and asked, “Song Ci, what is it?”
Song Ci did not answer. Instead, he lowered his head, gnashed his teeth, and covered his right hand. His face quickly turned pale, and then cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He looks so terrible.
Everyone was shocked by his current appearance.
“What's wrong? The contestant had covered her wrist. Is his wrist injured?”
The teacher who had come with Song Ci quickly stood up and walked along with the headmaster of the Imperial University.
“Song Ci, are you okay?”
“Students, if your hands are uncomfortable, immediately go to the school doctor or hospital.”
“Not needed.” Song Ci controlled her face that would twist with pain and said calmly, “My hands are just cramping. I want to go backstage to rest for ten minutes.”
“Emm..”
Seeing their doubts, Song Ci looked at them. “I want to go and massage him. I'll be fine soon.”
The teacher who brought Song Ci here could not make a decision, so he turned to look at the headmaster of the Imperial University.
The headmaster of the Imperial University shook his head at him. “We must ask the jury's opinion.”
The teacher who brought Song Ci here quickly walked towards the judges in the front row and purposely lowered his voice to let them know.
Song Ci's family is no secret. Some of the judges wanted to give him a face, but He Zhiqian, who was sitting in the middle, pulled a long face and said bluntly, “Since his hand is injured, he should go back and rest. The competition will last for eight hours. If he grits his teeth and survives, his hand will probably be paralyzed in the future.”
There is nothing wrong with these words. Although He Zhiqian's tone of voice was not very good, he also paid attention to the participants. Many people agree.
Seeing the jury disagreeing he went backstage to rest, Song Ci's expression turned ugly. He lowered his head and a mist flashed in his eyes. However, he said in a depressed voice, “Then I will rest here.”
After saying that, he leaned over to take the drawing pencil with his right hand, but his left hand reached into his pocket.
Upon seeing this, Chu Luo flicked her finger.
Bang out!
Song Ci fell to the floor.
At the same time, his left pocket suddenly lit up.
“Ooh..”.
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[1] Song dynasty paintings that capture the daily life of the people and the sights of the capital, Bianjing during the Northern Song