"Knock"

It's still the half-hundred-year-old!

The ranking of the team competition has come out. Now, it's up to me to announce the team rankings.

The half-hundred-year-old man looked at the crowd under the stage, and said with a smile on his face: "The third team is" He glanced at the crowd.

The hearts of everyone in the team he saw were lifted.

"It's Nine"

There was a commotion in the middle of the crowd, and some people looked at them with envy, and they were the members of Team Nine.

"The second-ranked team is the fifteenth" The half-hundred-year-old man did not continue to sell Guan Zi, and announced directly.

Su Ran and the others jumped up happily not far away.

"Next up is the number one," the half-hundred-year-old man began, and the crowd below fell silent again.

"This number one is Team One."

Su Ran and the others were very indifferent, as if they were all expected, and no one spoke for a while.

The crowd didn't know who the No. 1 team was, they all looked around, and everyone who knew looked at a few people who were indifferent.

The scene was suddenly silent.

Su Ran and the others looked at each other, and then laughed with a "poof".

Su Ran arched his hand and said jokingly: "Congratulations, everyone, you have achieved good results." ”

Lin Shihai smiled and said, "Well, congratulations to all the brothers." "He is so serious and funny, there is an inexplicable sense of joy.

"Hahaha, congratulations," Niu Junfeng put his hand on Luo Xun's shoulder next to him, grinning with big white teeth.

Everyone suddenly has a fog grass in their hearts, and their feelings are that your reflex arc is too slow!

They searched for a long time before you came out and let us see what the number one team is.

Well, though, these teenagers are really dignified!

"If there is no ranking team, it doesn't mean that you are not excellent, I hope that you and other students will study diligently ......"

The half-centenarian Balabala said a bunch of official versions of chicken soup.

Then he said: "Next, enter the finals, three teams, each team will have three people, and participate in three competitions." ”

"The topic of the final competition is poetry, painting, and piano in the four good middle schools."

"Of course, the piano is not limited, you can use any instrument."

"Contestants please move to the garden, the competition site is in the middle of the large chrysanthemum pavilion."

After the half-hundred old man finished speaking, he walked down the high platform.

Two or three hundred people walked towards the garden, so lively.

"Huh" Niu Junfeng looked in the direction of the north of the garden and pointed, "Xinyuan and Wen Yi are still competing over there!" ”

Su Ran and the others saw that there were more people over there than here.

Lin Shihai said with a smile: "Well, the competition over there is more gathered, and it should be a little different from ours." ”

The pavilion in the middle of the garden is a four-cornered spired gazebo, seven or eight meters wide.

The eight gentlemen were already there, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the garden.

The half-centenarian stood on the edge of the pavilion and shouted: "Members of the three teams, decide which three contestants will stand in the pavilion." ”

Su Ran felt that he was quite hard as a host.

She, Lin Shihai, Zhu Mingli, and two other teams walked into the pavilion together.

"Mister"

A few people saluted!

Liu Zongyuan and several gentlemen sat on the stool, looking at a few people with a smile.

"Uh-huh, good"

Liu Zongyuan said: "The students who write poetry and painting all use chrysanthemums as the theme. As for the piano, just play the music that you are most familiar with. ”

The half-hundred old man appeared, "The students who painted can choose your favorite chrysanthemum in the garden and draw it ......"

The old man said a lot.

Su Ran understood, and then walked into the flowers, and she saw two people from the other two teams, each with a clear goal, who each chose a pot of precious Jiuhua and Xiaojing Gold.

Su Ran walked around and stopped in front of a piece of daisy, and she also made a choice.

The little guy who followed behind looked at the chrysanthemum in front of him with a confused face, how did he move this?

Su Ran looked at the little guy and said, "Please go to the pavilion and talk to Mr., just say that I will draw here, just give me a smooth wooden board the same size as paper." ”

"Yes, I'm going to make a statement."

After a while, the half-hundred-year-old man came over with a small servant, holding a large wooden plank. Niu Junfeng and Luo Xun carried a table, followed by a group of people.

People who were watching the chrysanthemums in the garden came over.

Su Ran sincerely said to the half-hundred-year-old man: "Trouble the old man"

The old man grinned, "Don't bother, you want to draw these chrysanthemums?" He looked at it and said, "These are not as precious as those two choices."

Su Ran smiled and didn't answer, painting is not a precious thing.

found a better angle, Niu Junfeng and Luo Xun helped to get things right.

The others didn't understand why Su Ran fixed the paper on a wooden board.

Su Ran turned the table sideways, and the wooden planks stood against the table.

Under the curious onlookers of the people around him, Su Ran began to sketch a very faint prototype with a pen.

The eyes of the people around them widened, it was the first time they had seen this kind of drawing.

Everything amazed everyone, especially the unique pen in the boy's hand, who quietly watched the movements of the boy's hand.

The boy's eyes were focused, completely immersed in his own world.

Niu Junfeng and Luo Xun are the closest, and they can feel the sense of concentration on Su Ran's body for a moment.

The color of the paintbrush in Su Ran's hand was replaced back and forth, and some darker flowers had to use several colors, only in this way could they draw daisies that were close to realistic.

There was a flute sound in the gazebo, and everyone felt that the whole garden was suddenly happy and beautiful.

As time passed, everyone went from curiosity at the beginning, to amazement, to amazement, and then to shock

Su Ran shook his sour hand and changed his pen to draw a yellow-green daisy.

Niu Junfeng's eyes stared at the movements of Su Ran's hands, he really wanted to know how he drew it.

There were more and more people around, and the people behind them couldn't see anything, and they still stood on tiptoe and wanted to see what was going on inside.

Towards the end of the unitary period, after nearly two hours of painting, a painting was finally completed.

Su Ran straightened his waist, and when he raised his head, he was stunned for a moment. Then I looked around, and I don't know when there were people in a circle.

Rao is thick-skinned enough, and she can't stop the burning eyes of so many people.

"Painted?" Niu Junfeng squeezed her away, staring at the whole colorful and colorful daisy picture with bright eyes.

"Brother Su, can you draw it? Gentlemen are already waiting. ”

Behind the crowd, Zhu Mingli shouted.

"Alright, alright"

Before Su Ran could speak, Niu Junfeng spoke.

"Niu Junfeng, you help me take this painting, and I'll pack up my painting tools first."

"Good!"

Taking the painting off the board, Su Ran was not polite, and directly ordered that the face of this thing was about to be put on the painting.

The crowd made a way, and Niu Junfeng walked out with the painting like a baby.

Luo Xun stayed behind to help Su Ran sort out his painting tools.

Some people also stayed, curiously and asked Su Ran where he bought his brushes......

In short, there were a lot of questions, and Su Ran only picked out some that could be said.

PS: Well, today Saturday, keep begging

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