Chapter 17: Is This Human Talk?

"It's going to begin, it's time to start ......"

At this moment, Chen Daqi became very nervous and a little excited: "Do you see it, the one standing in the middle is the dean of the School of Sculpture and Public Art of our Zhonghai Academy of Fine Arts." ”

He didn't want to show off, but he saw familiar people, inexplicably relieved.

After all, in a forest where masters are like him, a rookie like him feels very helpless.

When he was excited, the conference hall immediately became silent.

A group of old men sat on the rostrum in turn after pushing each other. In front of everyone, there are folders, as well as large tea jars, and they are well prepared.

Old Deng Tou sat in the middle, opened the folder casually, and called directly: "Chen Daqi." ”

“…… Here!"

Chen Daqi was stunned and instinctively responded.

"Come on. ”

Old Deng Tou made a loud noise and said: "Come up and talk, tell me what your design concept is." ”

"Ahh ”

Chen Daqi was stunned, went up in a daze, and then came down in a daze. He had no memory of what had happened during this time.

When he came back and sat down, another few minutes passed. He reacted, his face pale.

Boom.

Chen Daqi burst into tears: "Dead, dead, I'm finished." ”

The young man wearing sunglasses next to him kindly comforted: "It's okay, you are doing well." ”

"Really?"

Chen Daqi seemed to grasp the life-saving straw, with a look of expectation.

"Really, looking at your nervous appearance just now, I was really worried that you were scared to pee, but you didn't. The young man in sunglasses smiled and said, "The bravery of the performance was beyond my expectations and deserves praise." ”

Listen, is this human talk?

Chen Daqi's face darkened, and he felt that his heart was dripping blood.

He held a grudge and decided to stare at the young man in sunglasses to see what he was doing. He didn't believe it, in such a high-end and solemn occasion, the other party's performance would be good, I am afraid that he would not even be as good as himself.

Hum......

Even Chen Daqi himself didn't notice that his emotions stabilized.

No more embarrassment, fear, remorse.

As time passed, more than a dozen people present also stepped forward one by one to explain their design concepts to the expert group. As they speak, some experts ask questions for them to answer.

That's it, you ask me and I answer, and most of the hour has passed.

The experts listened attentively and from time to time took up a pen to write down something on the paper.

This style made everyone very worried.

In addition, Chen Daqi, who calmed down, after listening to the design plans of many sculptors, had to admit that there was nothing to be said under the fame. Each individual is very powerful, and his works are bold, avant-garde, and full of imagination.

He was hungry for this knowledge, and he only felt that it was an eye-opener.

In contrast, his sculpture design is indeed too immature, but it is also normal. It was with this realization that he felt relieved and relaxed.

It's just that what surprised Chen Daqi was that when the retest was over, the young man in sunglasses next to him was not named at all, which made him stunned and asked strangely: "Aren't you here to take the retest?"

"Is it a retest?"

The young man in sunglasses turned his head and asked the cold-faced man next to him.

Before the cold-faced man could answer, he saw Lao Deng Tou get up and announce: "Thank you for taking the time to participate in today's re-examination in your busy schedule." I know you're busy people, so I'm not going to talk nonsense. ”

"After our discussion and comprehensive evaluation, we believe that there are two plans, which are consistent with the positioning of the sports center square and consistent in style, so congratulations to the two of them for entering the final review link. ”

Lao Deng nodded two names, and then explained: "As for the others, the plan is actually very good." It's just that the design concept is also a little different from the sports square, so we can only give it up. ”

Other experts also spoke up to offer some apologies.

The sculptor who failed to be selected was certainly disappointed in his heart, but on the surface, he must have waved his hand again and again, indicating that he did not mind.

"There's really no you!"

At the same time, Chen Daqi looked at the young man in sunglasses and said vigilantly: "Who are you, and what are you going to do in the retest?"

In his mind, all kinds of grievances and hatreds, police and bandit blockbuster plots immediately appeared.

The young man in sunglasses smiled, not waiting for him to speak.

At that moment, someone pushed open a door in the conference hall, revealing a space similar to a symposium. In the middle of the space, there were already four people seated.

"Ah, Master Han Lin. ”

"And Mr. Paul. ”

“……”

A group of people were amazed, and when their eyes flashed, their hearts suddenly understood.

The four people in it have already entered the final list directly. No one questioned this, because these four people are all well-known and powerful sculptors in the industry.

All in all, when I saw these people, the two people who could be included in the final review, I suddenly felt pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly walked into the room to say hello respectfully.

It was at this moment that the old Deng Tou made a loud noise, and began to shout again: "The final trial is about to begin, registration number 233, is the person who left the name By?"

"If you don't come, it's too late. ”

Old Deng Tou roared: "The final trial will not wait for anyone, and there will be no waiting for the expiration." ”

“…… It's coming!"

In Chen Daqi's shocked gaze, Bai Ye stood up and raised his hand: "Here." ”

Brush Brush Brush!

Everyone's eyes converged, revealing shock, stunned, and inquiring.

Who is he?

Looks so young.

Why did he enter the final review?

One question after another appeared in everyone's minds, but they could not get answers.

"Oh, it's not a retest, it's a final review. Bai Ye lowered his head, winked at Chen Daqi, and then took the backpack handed by Cao Xiang and walked over calmly.

“……”

Chen Daqi was dumbfounded and lost the ability to speak.

"Chen Daqi. ”

Old Deng Tou suddenly called him.

Ay?

Huh!

Chen Daqi woke up with a shock and got up in a hurry.

"Come in, make tea and add water to everyone. ”

Old Deng Tou commanded.

Yes?

Yes!

Chen Daqi was stunned for a moment, then blessed his soul, and nodded excitedly: "Yes, Dean." ”

He ran into the room and did his chores. A group of people outside looked at Chen Daqi with envy, and they hated to replace him.

But it doesn't matter, who calls himself not a student of the Zhonghai Sculpture Department.

When someone is a dean, he takes care of his students.

Understandable.

When a group of experts all walked in, the door was immediately closed.

Obviously, the final review should be kept secret from the outside world.

Everyone regretted and had no choice but to leave.

At the same time, in a small conference room, seven sculptors gathered. When Chen Daqi carefully poured the tea and poured the water, his eyes did not leave the white leaves.

He was amazed that the other six sculptors, even if he had never seen them, knew each other's names.

But where did this mysterious young man in sunglasses come from? He always felt that the other party was mixed in, and how awkward it looked.

It's like a pack of wolves, and suddenly a husky comes in, which is very incongruous.

In fact, other sculptors have similar ideas. It's just that they are more calm and don't show it.

But the first impression is certainly not very good.

Because at this time, Bai Ye didn't take off his sunglasses and didn't show his true face.

Wearing sunglasses indoors, if there is no eye disease, is pretending to be disrespectful to everyone. However, everyone present is a person with status, and he is more open-minded, so naturally no one scolds and accuses.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that a group of experts came in and sat down, drinking tea and reading documents, and several minutes passed, but no one announced the start of the final review.

Is this a test of patience?

Or rather, what is the meaning?

Chen Daqi speculated in his heart and couldn't help but think crankily.

Crash!

Caught off guard, the door of the conference room was open, and a tall middle-aged man with an extraordinary bearing strode in with an apologetic smile on his face: "I'm sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road." ”

“…… Dean Peng. ”

Chen Daqi lost his mind, he was dizzy, as if he saw an idol.

The person who came was Peng Bai, the dean of the School of Architecture of the China Overseas Academy of Fine Arts and the winner of the highest award in the architectural industry.