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Listening to the wailing behind him, a black line slipped down the back of Lang Siyu's head, and this IQ was also amazing.

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"Today in our city of S, which is full of art, we ushered in ~, and I will announce the rules of the competition for you." After saying a lot of foot-binding words.

The host finally pulled the regular, and before the audience was hypnotized by him, he solemnly introduced the rules of the game.

1. Each group is randomly assigned a topic.

2. Based on this theme, the group members will design a women's shoe design draft through their own creation within two hours.

3. We will select three outstanding members in each group to advance to the next round of the competition through audience voting and judges' scoring.

Below we applaud our competitors into the competition area.

Thunderous applause resounded throughout the Art Square.

I thought that Lin He and Gu Zhesi had poured themselves at least one jar of peace of mind soup.

I shouldn't be nervous, but in the end, Lang Siyu still overestimates himself.

When he actually walked on the playing field, looking at the people sitting in all directions, Lang Siyu suddenly froze, and he was so nervous that his hands were trembling.

Breathe, breathe deeply.

Lang Siyu tried hard to suppress his heart that was about to jump out of his chest, like a fish starved of water just got water, desperately trying to grab air.

Finally, he restrained himself from sitting in his seat and shook his legs nervously.

At this moment, Lang Siyu admired Li Li who was walking into the arena with a smile on his face.

Glancing at Lang Siyu, whose legs were about to tremble into a sieve, Li Li sneered disdainfully.

Sure enough, it's a dirt bun that has never seen the world.

The bell rings.

The competition has been drawn into the regular one after another.

I don't know if Lang Siyu is lucky, the theme of their group turned out to be innocence.

When the electronic screen displayed the word innocence, Lang Siyu suddenly felt a sense of relief and breathed a sigh of relief.

Closing her eyes, she seemed to remember the stupid things she had just done when she was a child, and she and Lin He were heartless and troublesome together, and were criticized by their parents together.

She seemed to think of the welfare home that Zimo and Zhesi invested in building together.

In the gallery of the orphanage, the children are scribbling whimsically.

That's right.

She seems to have drawn a happy graffiti, and she doesn't know if that graffiti is still there?

Her thoughts turned into wisps of flowing colored silk, tugging at every nerve in her body.

That's nice.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The rustling sound of painting on the playing field tugged at everyone's heartstrings.

"What's wrong with the dead ghost, how can it be better than a pen!" Looking at Lang Siyu, who had been writing for a long time, Lin He was restless, clenched his fists nervously, and a layer of dense fine sweat oozed from his palms.

With Lang Siyu's every move, it was like a thread that tied Gu Zhesi's nerves, following her up and down, resting her elbows on her knees, her fingers crossed against the tip of her nose, and her eyes staring at Lang Siyu deadly, for fear that she would miss something in the blink of an eye.

"It's been half an hour, what the hell is she doing!" Lin He was so anxious that he was about to go crazy.

The host, the judge, and the audience saw that Lang Siyu was slow to write, and they suddenly muttered in their hearts, and the people around them also began to evaluate Lang Siyu's behavior from themselves.

"This friend is halfway through the game, you need to hurry!" The host couldn't look at it anymore, so he walked up to Lang Siyu and reminded him in a whisper.

"Got it, thanks." Lang Siyu opened his eyes, thanked him politely, and smiled sweetly at the host.

"It's fine." The host smiled politely and returned to his place.

"it! Time is running out. Lin He was so anxious that he was furious.

Gu Zhesi frowned, raised his eyes to look at the time, pursed his lips, and replied lightly: "Don't panic, take your time, Siyu has his own arrangements." ”

Lin He tried hard to hold back the words he was about to shout, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and stared at Lang Siyu, hoping that nothing would go wrong.

"Painted, painted, finally painted." Finally Lang Siyu started writing, Lin He grabbed the thing next to him and pushed it excitedly.

When she reacted, her hand had five more looming claws, which hurt Lin He hurriedly let go, and roared angrily: "You are crazy." ”

"You should be the one who is crazy!" The other party replied unceremoniously.

Lin He was slightly stunned, at first glance, he was so handsome, with neat and tough facial features, flat head, wheat-colored skin, and faint hormones, Lin He swallowed his saliva obsessively.

The man frowned and looked away.

Lin He was stunned, touched his nose wryly, and smiled at the man awkwardly, "That, that~." ”

The man furrowed his brow and got up to leave.

Forehead~.

Lin He was instantly deflated, pouted, sat down, and continued to watch Lang Siyu's game.

The countdown to 10, 9, 8 begins.

Looking at it, except for Lang Siyu, the rest of the contestants all put down their pens.

The air tensed instantly.

What to do, what to do.

Lin He shook his legs nervously.

Gu Zhesi's brows were about to turn into twists.

Li Li curled the corners of her lips mockingly.

It's really self-defeating.

There is one last second left.

Lang Siyu finally put down the pen, his brows stretched instantly, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

It was finally completed, Gu Zhesi's tightly knit brows instantly stretched, and Lin He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The next step is to display the contestants' works on the electronic screen, and the creators themselves will introduce the meaning of the works, the judges will comment, and the audience will vote.

Each work has its own characteristics, and of course there are flaws, but the further you go, the more exciting the work is, and the higher the number of votes.

The audience sighed and admired one after another.

The pressure on Lang Siyu is also increasing, and what amazes her even more is Li Li's work.

Usually, she has always been arrogant and commanding.

Unexpectedly, her works are so delicate and warm, and the unique butterfly hollow design on the heel is more suitable for the childlike heart of children.

It is said that the work is the best reflection of a person's character, so Li Li, what kind of person are you?

Lang Siyu frowned.

"Next, I would like to invite the whimsical creator of work No. 18 to introduce her work to us."

Lang Siyu's heart jumped suddenly, and at this moment, it seemed that all eyes were shooting towards her like a sharp sword, Lang Siyu's scalp was numb, and he felt that every time he went up a step, it was like rushing to the execution ground.

Taking over the microphone in the host's hand, Lang Siyu felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

swept the next circle of the stage, and what I received was the disdain of the judges and the exchange of ears with the audience.

The reason is very simple, because Lang Siyu was the last to start writing on the field, and he also finished writing at the last second, and the time is so urgent, it is not easy to create a perfect work.

So they have long disdained this player, and they only look at it as cannon fodder.

The whispers of the people around him, the ridicule and the ridicule were particularly harsh.

"You see she's nervous into a sieve, is it necessary?"

"It's just ~."

"Forget it! Go down, why bother! ”

"That's it, that's it."

"Anyway, I won't watch it, and I guess it's not very special."

"Yes, yes~."

Is the quality of these people so low?

Lin He's hands clenched into fists.

"Don't you respect people?"