"Hell?" When Xia Ning said this word, almost everyone was stunned.

The reason is simple, they really can't understand the purpose of choosing this.

There are thousands of painting themes, what is not good to choose, why should you choose this?

"Hell? He's crazy, drawing this? ”

"I remember that when he was in the preliminary competition, he painted a "Horror Eye", the painting style is really weird, I thought that in the main competition, he would use some slightly serious painting style, but I didn't expect it to be like this."

"I guess it's hanging, Wu Lao is relatively traditional in concept, and I don't think I like this kind of work very much."

The students chattered non-stop until the host came forward and gradually subsided.

But what they said was right, when Wu Tianhe heard the name of the work "Hell", his old face was obviously very unhappy.

He believes that students are a new force, and his works should be full of vitality and yearning for the future.

He didn't like this kind of trickery and finding another way.

Seeing that Wu Lao's expression was wrong, Wang Hongliang immediately whispered: "Teacher, this is the student I told you, although he took a somewhat alternative route, but the exquisiteness of his works is definitely not inferior to those boys from the Academy of Fine Arts." ”

"Oh? I didn't expect you to be so optimistic about this kid. ”

Hearing his proud protégé speak so highly of him, Wu Tianhe slightly put away his previous prejudice and silently put on reading glasses.

Gently spread out the sketch, and Boss Xia displayed it in front of the judges very calmly.

Hmph, let me see how many pounds and taels you kid has.

Poking his head out slightly, Wu Tianhe glanced at it casually, and his cloudy eyeballs instantly froze.

"This..."

Rubbing his eyes, he propped up his old body and looked at it a few more times.

As if he didn't see clearly, the whole person forcibly got up and walked in front of the painting, leaned down to observe.

The other judges, including Wang Hongliang, also showed the same expression.

After about half a cup of tea, Wu Tianhe took off his glasses and returned to his seat in a trance.

It's not that he's finished reading it, it's that the content of the painting makes it impossible for him to keep reading.

After so many years of working in art, it was the first time he had seen such a work.

Living on crutches, Wu Tianhe shook his head and left the judges' seat, and even his own students didn't pay attention to this move.

When Wang Hongliang woke up from the discussion of the paintings, he found that the person had already left.

"Where's the teacher?" Wang Hongliang asked suspiciously.

The other judges all shook their heads, they were too fascinated and didn't realize Wu Lao's departure.

Looking at the unmanned seat, Wang Hongliang looked at Xia Ning's painting again, and his heart instantly understood.

It seems that the teacher already has a choice in mind.

He looked at the other judges again, smiled lightly and said, "I think your opinions should be the same as mine." ”

Several people smiled at each other and nodded, the painting didn't need to say anything more.

"Alright, let's put the sketches away." Wang Hongliang retracted his eyes and looked at the student in front of him with some curiosity: "Can I ask you a few questions?" ”

Xia Ning, who was repacking, was stunned for a moment, and then nodded.

"I wonder why you chose Hell as a theme?" Looking into the other party's eyes, Wang Hongliang was eager for an answer.

It's finally here!

Xia Ning, who heard the question, showed a smile, he had been waiting for this opportunity.

"Because I think that a young person should not limit his vision to the present, but to diverge his thinking, and continue to dig in more fields until he finds his own position.

"And for myself, I think my position is horror."

"I love the thrill of the heart, the creepiness of the thoughts. That's why there was the previous "Eyes of Terror" and the current "Hell". ”

"In addition, I want to say to everyone, if you want to do something, then try to do it well, and don't give up easily because of setbacks."

"At the beginning, I was questioned by almost everyone because of how scary I was, but I persevered, and it is for this reason that there will be a VR horror game experience hall in the food street, and now it is during the event, if anyone wants to try it, you can report my name, you can buy two get one free."

Facing all the contestants, Xia Ning said with a "look".

"Ahem!" Wang Hongliang coughed lightly, and asked this question with some regret.

At first, it was quite normal.

The more I listened to it, the more I thought it was to promote my store.

"It's okay, you go down." With a wave of his hand, Wang Hongliang motioned for him to go down.

"Huh? I'm not done yet. "Before the game, Xia Ning had actually prepared a lot of promotional words.

At the same time, in order to be less obvious, it was deliberately obscure.

didn't expect his chicken thief to be discovered.

There was no way, Boss Xia had no choice but to step down stupidly, thinking that it would be good to give him some more time.

Seeing the players leaving, the host hurriedly came to the stage and said loudly: "No. 45, Zhao Ruicheng!" ”

Boss Xia, who got off the stage, glanced at the game that was still in progress and decided to leave.

After all, I have seen the painting and the advertisement, and my task today is completed.

It's a pity that as soon as I was about to come out, I was told by the security staff that I could not leave the field until the results of the game came out.

Pouting helplessly, Boss Xia found a relatively clean place to sit down, waiting for the end of the game.

But he didn't know that the words on the stage had caused a lot of commotion.

"Looking for your niche?" Chen Chuhuan chewed this sentence slowly, looked up at Xia Ning, who was a little lazy, and felt a little more inexplicable emotion in her heart.

Then, there were probably more than a dozen people on the stage, and the selection process was coming to an end, and the competition of the "City Painting Cup" was finally coming to an end.

Now all that's left is to wait for the judges to select the best three works.

On the judges' bench, Wang Hongliang and the other judges talked eagerly and talked about their own views.

Finally, after some discussion, the final list fell into the hands of the moderator.

The students in the audience couldn't wait, especially Wu Yong.

In this competition, he has only one goal, and that is to be first.

Although there is a Xia Ning in the middle, he thinks that he is not afraid, and the first place is still his own.

"Dear students, I believe you have been waiting for a long time, now let us read out the top three works of this 'City Painting Cup'."

"The first place in this 'City Painting Cup' is......

"Hell" by Xia Ning, a student from the School of Chemistry and Chemical Engineering"

As soon as these words came out, many students in the audience suddenly exploded.

"How is that possible?"

"A student from the Chemical Academy actually won the first place?!"

"I have an opinion, there must be something greasy in this!"

They agree with Xia Ning's ability, but they don't think that the latter can get the first place, after all, a work can't say anything at all, not to mention that there are so many top artists from the Academy of Fine Arts present.

Wu Yong, who was furious on the side, also stood up, pointed at the judges and shouted: "Impossible! It's absolutely impossible! ”