After finishing the last part, Xia Ning put down the brush in his hand and observed it repeatedly under the lamp, and then saved the sketch with satisfaction.

I rubbed my sour eyes and looked at my phone, and before I knew it, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

"Painting is really laborious, if it is not systematic, it is estimated that I don't know how to paint until the Year of the Monkey." After wrapping up the sketch and putting it away, Xia Ning got up and turned on the computer, and began to search for the university's drawing competition.

He doesn't have much confidence in his current ability, and plans to test the water from the current competition in the university, after all, the task of the system requires only more than a hundred people to be afraid.

After a round, Xia Ning found that the Academy of Fine Arts was holding a competition called "City Painting Cup", and there were no requirements for the style of the paintings, and his own horror seemed to be able to play.

"There is no style requirement, and I am afraid that there will be any restrictions." Xia Ning nodded, opened the registration window of the competition with satisfaction, filled in his relevant information in it, and finally marked the words "Eye of Terror" on the name of the work.

Filling everything in, he closed his computer and glanced at tomorrow's lesson.

It's good that I didn't have classes, otherwise I would have to get up early with dark circles.

After washing up casually, Xia Ning collapsed on the bed.

At noon the next day, when it was almost halfway through the day, he got out of bed.

The dazzling eyes unceremoniously shone in through the window and imprinted on the body, which was extremely comfortable.

I got up and changed my clothes, and looked downstairs, where there were already many tourists waiting at the door.

"Now that there are more and more tourists, it seems that I will have to find an employee in the future, and it is never a way for my boss to come every once in a while." Xia Ning muttered that he was still a student, and he had a lot of daily classes, so he definitely didn't have so much time to take care of the business of the experience hall, and the two of them were the same, and they couldn't rely on them alone.

got up and went downstairs to start business, and it wasn't until one o'clock in the afternoon that Lao Cao slowly arrived to take over, and Xia Ning went to the Academy of Fine Arts with his sketches.

At the reception of the "City Painting Cup" of the Academy of Fine Arts, all the judges are commenting on the works of the contestants.

This year's competition is mainly divided into two rounds, the preliminary round and the main round, and the contestants' works must pass the preliminary round in order to have the qualification to enter the main competition.

Looking at the long line of students behind him, Wang Hongliang couldn't help but shake his head: "Good guy, this is more than the number of participants in my year, I should be able to find a lot of good seedlings, maybe there are many stronger than me." ”

"Senior brother, look at what you said, you are too modest, I think you were the first place in our cup at the beginning, and then you went to study abroad, and now your attainments in painting have reached a higher level, and it would be good for these freshmen to catch up with your little fur." The short-haired woman on the side said with a smile on her face.

Wang Hongliang smiled, but there was not much joy in his eyes, he was really used to hearing this kind of flattery, and still looked at the works of the contestants.

Seeing that the other party didn't react, the short-haired woman's smile gradually faded, and she slandered in her heart: "Don't be ashamed of your face, do you really think the old lady is willing to lick you?" If it weren't for your connections, I wouldn't be too lazy to look at you! ”

"Ah, it's so hard, and I haven't done it again." A younger male student took his sketch and left the review scene with a bitter face.

As soon as these words came out, they also aroused the same feelings of many students.

"Yes, I don't know what's going on this year, it's hard to get into the preliminary round, and I'm a senior with a very good painting background, so I haven't passed it."

"Me too, me too, I feel the same way, according to the usual competitions, the preliminary round is basically easier, and I don't know what's going on this year?"

"It seems that there is a new judge, named Wang Hongliang, who has just returned from studying abroad, and the requirements for this competition are very strict."

"I don't know what he's thinking, it's such a strict requirement, how many people can pass the test?"

"Could it be that it has already been decided?"

Many contestants began to speculate because they did not pass.

The voice was very loud, and the judges who were commenting also heard it, and the expressions on their faces were somewhat unnatural, and they all looked at Wang Hongliang in unison.

On the other hand, the latter's expression has not changed, there is no wave on his face, and he is still pointing out the strengths and weaknesses of the players objectively and fairly, and those words seem to have no effect on him.

Outside the selection venue, our Boss Xia always came to the competition site at this moment.

"So many people?" Just by glancing forward, Xia Ning was shocked by the number of people present, "Could it be that the game has a high gold content?" Anyway, I'm not here to win the award, but... Where do you start? ”

The crowd completely obscured his eyes, and he couldn't see where he was queuing from.

There was no way, Xia Ning had no choice but to pull a student in a black shirt next to him, and asked kindly, "Classmate, where do you line up from?" ”

After glancing at Xia Ning slightly, the boy frowned and pointed in a direction: "You go there, there are few people there, and it will be your turn soon."

"Thank you, otherwise I wouldn't have known."

"You're welcome, you don't look like you're from the Academy of Fine Arts." The boy asked.

"I'm not, I'm from the Chemical Academy." Xia Ning is very sincere.

"Chemical? That's pretty strange. Although I knew that the other party might not be from this college, I didn't expect the other party to be from the chemical college, "A science student will come to participate in the competition, then good luck." ”

"Okay, okay, thank you, brother." Xia Ning thanked him very kindly, and turned to walk towards the smaller group.

After Xia Ning left, a few other boys walked up to the black-shirted boy: "Friend?"

"No, the students of the Chemical Academy, ask me where I am queuing from?"

"From the chemical institute?" A few boys were all laughed at it, not that they thought that students from other colleges didn't know how to draw, but that kind of thing is still a minority after all, and it is basically impossible for most people to stand out in the Academy of Fine Arts competition, "So you told him?" ”

The black-shirted boy smiled: "I introduced him to Wang Hongliang."

"Okay, you're a martial artist, it's really bad, who doesn't know that Wang Bing is difficult to pass the manuscript now."

"Hmph, it has nothing to do with me, anyway, I'll just get over it." Zheng Wuyong sneered, and then disappeared into the sea of people with the boy next to him.

"It's strange, why are there fewer and fewer people in this team?" Looking at the team where people kept leaving, Xia Ning was a little suspicious that the person just now was lying to himself, and he also found that many people next to him were staring at him with strange expressions.

Why are they all looking at me? Am I so handsome today?

I don't know what you guys are thinking.

Regardless of those eyes, Xia Ning was still patiently queuing.

After a while, he suddenly felt the clothes on his back being torn, and when he turned around, he saw a girl with a good face looking at him, so he was a little puzzled: "Is there something wrong?"

"Classmate, you're really... Are you going to line up this one?" With sympathy in her eyes, the girl kindly reminded: "This team is not easy to pass the draft."

"Huh? That's right. Xia Ning had a headache, good guy, I said how the team is getting shorter and shorter, co-authoring it is for this reason, "Thank you, classmate, otherwise I would still be in the dark." ”

"You're welcome." The girl shook her head indifferently.

Grandma's, you have to be reminded, otherwise it will be miserable.

The sketch was put away, and Xia Ning turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by a merciless cough.

"Classmate, show me your sketches."

Damn, why is it up to me?

Slowly turning around, Xia Ning saw that the team in front of him was empty, except for a middle-aged man sitting at the table looking at him.

It's over, Barbie is buckled, and now I can't leave if I want to.

"You're calling me?" Xia Ning still wanted to rescue it, but the other party nodded very clearly.

Well, looking at this, I can only accept my fate.

Taking a deep breath, Xia Ning slowly walked towards the man with his sketch in his hand.

"This guy is so unlucky."

"I thought I could leave, but I didn't expect to be left behind."

The other contestants cast silent glances, and Chen Chuhuan also shook her head helplessly: "Why is this guy so stupid, wouldn't it be good to leave quickly after I remind you, I can't save you now."

Putting the wrapped sketch on the table, Xia Ning bowed solemnly out of politeness: "Hello teacher, my name is Xia Ning, and my student number is ......"

Wang Hongliang nodded, his eyes kept moving on the list of entrants, and finally stopped at Xia Ning's name, his expression was a little surprised: "You are not from the Academy of Fine Arts?"

"Yes, teacher, I'm from the Chemical Academy."

Hearing that Xia Ning was from the Chemical Academy, the students next to him were in an uproar.

The reason is very simple, many of the top students in this college have not passed, but you can pass a class from other colleges?

If it could, it would be a fantasy.

"If he can get by, I'll eat this judge's table on the spot."

"Hahaha, you probably can't cheat and drink."

"I'll also make a bet, if I can get by, run naked!"

There was sarcasm in his words, but Xia Ning didn't react in the slightest, when his classmates knew that they were going to open an experience hall, they were also not optimistic, and even ridiculed.

He has heard too much of this kind of criticism, and he has long been indifferent.

Looking at Xia Ning, who was calm, Wang Hongliang couldn't help but feel a little touched by this student, thinking that he was also questioned by many people back then.

Including his family, who thought that painting was not profitable at all, it was just an improper profession, so he struggled for more than ten years to eliminate the contempt of others, and he came back today to help those students who have talents and dreams but no one to support them realize their wishes.

"Look at you, you seem to be confident?" Wang Hongliang said with a smile.

"It's okay, it's just that if you hear it too much, it doesn't matter." Xia Ning shrugged.

Wang Hongliang didn't speak, just nodded, although this student is not from the Academy of Fine Arts, this character is something that many students do not have.

Carefully unpacked, a sketch was revealed.

"Your work is called Eyes of Terror?" Wang Hongliang asked again.

"Yes."

"Why?" Wang Hongliang wanted to know why.

"You'll know when you've seen it." Without explaining the question specifically, Xia Ning simply answered.

Don't say?

Xia Ning's reply made Wang Hongliang a little disappointed, this kind of trickery was very disgusting in his opinion, and the original good feeling was suddenly gone.

"You, you, your personality is too arrogant." Slowly taking out the sketch, Wang Hongliang criticized Xia Ning while vacating away, "Learning to paint is the most taboo and arrogant, your painting is called terrifying..."

After listening to half of it, the students suddenly found that the sound was broken, and then they saw Wang Hongliang looking at the work in front of him with a blank face.

"What's going on? Why don't you scold? ”

"Shhhh Don't talk, look at Mr. Wang. ”

The students stared at the sluggish judges, only feeling a little strange in their hearts, why did they suddenly have such expressions.

This... What's going on?

Wang Hongliang stared at the sketch, and his heart was already fluctuating.

The content on the drawing paper is simple, an eye hidden in the dark, but it is this simple content that makes him unable to take his eyes off.

gloomy and cold, it is Wang Hongliang's first impression after seeing the eyeballs.

The seemingly ordinary brushstrokes and the addition of simple colors add an indescribable charm to the whole painting.

How is this eye... Weird?

Wang Hongliang tried to move his gaze, unwilling to make eye contact with the eyeball.

But what made him feel horrified was that no matter what angle he shifted his gaze to, the eyeballs were still looking at him.

The Adam's apple rolled, and Wang Hongliang subconsciously felt a trace of fear.

There seemed to be a steady stream of malice surging in those eyeballs, and the aura of killing and cursing was constantly surging.

The body subconsciously leaned back, and there was a sense of physical discomfort, Wang Hongliang finally couldn't stand the weird feeling and covered the sketch, but even so, his heart was still beating wildly, as if he was frightened and wanted to leave.

Oh my God, I'm hiding from a painting? What kind of person would create such a work?

Standing up a little panting, Wang Hongliang held on to the table, and the judges next to him wanted to help, but were refused.

"See, make the teacher angry, how bad is this?"

"I don't know, looking at the teacher's expression, it's about to explode."

"I raised the bet and ate my roommate's socks!"

"It's really a werewolf!"

In the eyes of the onlookers, Xia Ning's failure was inevitable.

"You passed..."Wang Hongliang, who had been silent for a long time, slowly highlighted a sentence.

"Did you hear it, he ......" The student who raised in front of him was suddenly embarrassed, and he didn't ease up for a long time.

"Friend, this sock is still hot, are you going to eat it boiled or stewed?"