Other people's paintings only take four minutes to appreciate and score, but Xinxin's paintings took twenty minutes.

If it weren't for the time being that was too tight, the jury and the organizing committee could only forcefully cut off the appreciation process, and the students' parents and other contestants could have been able to stay for a few hours.

When they moved the paintings down, many regretful sighs came one after another, not only from the bottom of the stage, but also from the stands.

Everyone hasn't seen enough, and there is no doubt that such paintings cannot be bought by anyone. They will be taken home by this family for collection. If others want to see the original works, they have to have one way to become friends with Shen Chong's family and then be invited to his house.

But the difficulty of this matter is probably greater than buying three houses in Shudu, so I can only think about it.

The most pitiful thing is the author of the painting with the serial number of 64. Everyone had just eaten the Manhan Banquet, but suddenly they were replaced by a small street noodle stall. The gap was too strong.

This little girl's level was originally at the upper and lower level. Although she didn't say she was in the top three, she should have the top twenty. As a result, many people unconsciously scored low scores, and they were expected to fall to at least thirty or forty.

Xinxin gave other people a normal score. She perfectly inherited Shen Chong's own rationality and was not influenced by her own works.

However, the statistical base is as high as more than 100, and the father and daughter only account for two votes. The drop in the bucket cannot save the fate of the unlucky girl.

After the review of the No. 64 painting, the announcement of the scoring process was immediately launched, and everyone was a little bored.

The champion is completely unsurprising, and the people who are still here are just curious about how high the scores can be obtained by their children as second or third, and "The Picture of the Immortal Mountains and the Hundred Monsters".

The score announcement session was chaired by the vice president of Shudu Academy of Fine Arts. The old man with a very energetic smile stood on the stage and said some encouraging words aloud.

His general idea is to tell everyone that one competition cannot explain everything. Art is a profound and profound knowledge, and learning is endless. Only by winning without being arrogant and defeated, and being brave and diligent can one live up to the great years.

His words were very skillful, not only to comfort the players who were doomed to fail in advance, but also to remind Xinxin not to be proud and complacent.

But I’m sorry that the old man is so arrogant that Xinxin didn’t understand what he was saying at all.

Then he spent nearly twenty minutes announcing the results of the game one by one.

The total score is 80. After the weighted average, most players have a total score between 50 and 60. A small number of people can touch the edge of 70, such as the "Great Wall" written by the son of the greasy aunt.

Before the announcement date of the 63rd, the guy was ranked first in the ratings, but he and the greasy aunt were not happy at all.

What else is more sad in the world than knowing that there is no prize in it before you open a scratch card lottery?

When I was rating Xinxin just now, the mother and son couldn't help but give high scores, and almost got full scores. Later, the greasy aunt couldn't figure it out, so she grabbed the item on her watch and adjusted it from 10 points to 8 points.

But this obviously cannot prevent Xinxin from winning the championship, so it only plays a psychological comfort role.

"The scores of "The Picture of the Immortal Mountains and the Hundred Monsters" written by Shen Xinxin, the No. 63rd contestant! The composition...uh..."

The vice president paused a little, then looked back at the many judges behind him, and then looked at the parents and contestants in front of him, and couldn't speak for a long time.

As he got stuck, the bottom suddenly became noisy, and people were not only curious about what had happened.

Finally, the vice president paused and continued: "Composition points, 10 points."

As soon as he said this, everyone was uproared.

This means that more than 100 votes scored by all judges, students and contestants are all full marks!

The judges did not communicate with each other when they scored each other. The vice president originally thought that only half of the judges gave full marks at most, and it was nothing to give full marks by themselves. Unexpectedly, everyone thought so. What's even more bizarre is that the parents and contestants who agreed to pay the score also gave full marks.

"Brushwork is divided, 10 points!"

“Creative points, 10 points!”

After the first score came out, everyone was only shocked, but when the next two scores emerged, no one was calm.

Every time he read one, there was a loud bang in the audience, and the sound was louder and louder.

Finally, he finished reading the last one.

"Expression points, 10 points! Total score 80 points! Full score!"

This is the first full score in the Shuchuan Youth Art Competition, unprecedented and there should be no one to come in the short term. And this record comes from a child under the age of six!

The disharmonious voice sounded, and the greasy aunt couldn't help but shouted loudly: "What's wrong, I scored eight points in performance, not ten! There's a problem!"

She thought she could expose the dark story and thought she could successfully pour a pot of dirty water on this painting that snatched her son's championship.

There was once a famous saying that losing the championship in the final is more painful than being knocked out in the group stage.

This is how the middle-aged aunt and her son feel at this moment. No one can understand how depressed she is.

If it weren't for Xinxin, the champion should have been her son. This is a valuable experience that can boast about her life and become an important resume for her son when she is engaged in this profession in the future, and even allow her son to jump out of the gate.

But now that she was stolen, she was defeated by a five or six-year-old child, and her resume became a stain, at least she thought so herself.

Her unwillingness and jealousy once again dominated her reason, allowing her to make this decision and say this with a fever.

But the vice president did not change his expression and smiled calmly: "Oh, please look at the scoring rules carefully. Whether it is the scoring of the judges or the scoring tables of the public reviewers, in order to ensure the scoring is reasonable and accurate, we will remove a highest score and a lowest score. This student's parent, it seems that your scoring table has been invalidated because of the obviously unreasonable low score."

The greasy aunt's eyes widened and looked down at the rules. There was really this one.

I'm afraid it's not a ghost!

80 total score, I scored 78 and became the lowest score among everyone?

She felt extremely uncomfortable when everyone was focused on her eyes. Everyone seemed to be mocking her for being so shameless and unreasonable.

Your conscience is very bad.

Her lips trembled slightly, she wanted to defend something and complain about something, she thought it was simply unscientific.

Didn’t it mean that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts? It’s too exaggerated to have a full score of artwork!

Shen Chong remained silent about this. He was ready to take revenge anyway, so she just tossed around now, it didn't matter.

"I announce that the Shuchuan Youth Art Competition will be successfully concluded from 10 to 14 years old. The champion is...Shen Xinxin!"

After the episode passed, the vice president decisively announced the result.

Shen Chong took Xinxin to the stage to receive a three-piece set of medals, trophy and certificates. Then Hou Qiuhua came to the door and said that he had officially launched an invitation to Xinxin and himself on behalf of the Shuchuan Art Museum, hoping to take the "Immortal Mountain and Hundred Monsters Picture" to the Art Museum for exhibition for half a year.

Brother Chen refused tactfully and firmly on the spot.

Now he just wants to quickly wrap the painting in a piece of cloth and take it home, how could he even use it for display?

Teacher Hou felt very regretful, but he was helpless.

As soon as he finished his trouble, he put the three-piece set of rewards and the original painting on the back seat, took a snap of his phone, and sent it to Lao Lin.

"How is it? Don't you say that we Xinxin can't win the championship? Have you seen it? Are you seeing the score on the rubbing on the trophy? Full score! Being more than ten points ahead of the second place, you will definitely win the championship! I'm willing to accept the loss, you have to remember your words! Mom, you believe me, Teacher Chuxue's level is really not bad. Xinxin used to paint a great painting, but she was not so powerful, and such a good teacher could not find her with a lantern! We are upright and don't make those fancy tricks."

After sending the WeChat message, he leaned against the driver's seat and whistled, feeling extremely beautiful.

Xinxin is truly worthy of being his daughter, and she is better than her. She perfectly inherited her father's talent and learned the skills of slapping her mother in the face!

I felt like I had upgraded after being slapped in the face.

Not only did he slap the child’s mother in the face, but he also took his daughter to beat him together!

He was just proud, and when Feng Chuxue cleaned up, Xinxin, who had been in the car, suddenly shot a cold arrow.

She coughed lightly, imitating Shen Chong's tone and tone, and said, "Xinxin, self-confidence is a good thing, but we must correctly understand the gap, right? Even if we lose..."

Xiao Guaiguai is really capable. He imitated what Shen Chong said to her before, and his tone was almost exactly the same. He deliberately lowered his voice and looked like an old-fashioned look.

Feng Chuxue, who was opening the door and about to get on the bus, sniffled and laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up.

Brother Chen's smile suddenly became stiff and his scalp became numb.

The plot is wrong, baby, why are you...

"Dad, do you think I can't win, right? Now I win, Xinxin, I win."

Xinxin took advantage of the victory and chased the dog, beat the dog in the water, and rushed to the driver's seat, snatching Shen Chong's neck with her fingers while showing off happily.

Dad Chen asked the sky speechlessly, and silently burst into tears.

My face hurts so much, my heart hurts so much.

Shen Xinxin is really easy to hold grudges, and even we, the one who is a father, don’t let go!

Obviously, I have paid so much for you to learn painting with your little baby, but you even slapped me in the face!

You are ruthless, you are cold, you are cruel and ruthless!

So, am I tying myself?
Chapter completed!