Yes, of course, it was created on the spot, but there are some things that you can't remember in your head first.

Especially this painting of Mingmiao.

Why is everyone else composing outside the house, but she is the only one inside the house?

Is it really as good as she says?

I'm afraid not.

Mingyin guessed that the reason why Mingmiao painted an indoor plum blossom picture was because she looked at a lot of her own brushstrokes and style.

Ming Yin almost forgot that what she is best at is the structure of the painting room, which probably also subtly influenced Ming Miao to make her paint such a work.

Countless cameras are pointed at Ming Miao and Mr. Kyoyama, and they even secretly hope that they will be able to quarrel in front of all the media.

In this way, the heat for the next half month will be there!

"There is no doubt that Miss Ming's painting has my shadow, and everyone can see it."

"Some thoughts are hidden, it's better to say it generously, everyone's hearts are happy, isn't it?"

Mr. Xingshan was neither humble nor arrogant, his tone was calm, but Mingmiao's face was pale, and he didn't know what to respond.

Of course, her paintings have Mr. Xingshan's style, and Ming Miao doesn't know how many copies she copied before she finally got the charm she has today.

But when Mr. Xingshan saw it, not only did he not praise it, but even mocked it in a low voice, which made Mingmiao aggrieved and sad, and he always felt that he had paid it all wrong.

"Mr. Xingshan's words are too bullying, I like your work very much, but I definitely have no plagiarism, I can swear to God!"

Mingmiao will never admit that this kind of behavior is called plagiarism.

Because in her eyes, she thinks that this is borrowing, borrowing from the master, so she can do it completely!

Sometimes it is completely unclear to talk about reasoning with such people, and it will only make you more tired.

Ming Yin was no longer entangled, and chuckled: "Yes, maybe I was wrong." ”

When the words fell, Ming Yin clearly saw that Ming Miao breathed a long sigh of relief.

Don't worry, it's only nine out of ten, and the best is yet to come!

Since a game lasts three hours, only two games are held a day.

Soon, it was time for the four-in-three competition.

As long as one more person is eliminated, the remaining three will be able to be ranked according to their performance.

And Ming Miao happened to be in the top four.

Her work has caused an uproar online, and each one is unique, but none of them stands up to scrutiny.

If you look closely, you will definitely find the shadow of the master in it.

Not only Mr. Kyoyama, but also the style of foreign artists.

Ming Yin still admires Mingmiao at this point, she is not talentless, she can clearly figure out the style, but she doesn't want to do this, but deliberately imitates others.

All kinds of styles are superimposed, and it really forms her own unique style.

It's a pity that this style is despicable!

Their topic today is, Home.

This word is also an eternal classic, and it only needs to be written around this word, and there is no limit to the content.

Three hours in the tense and exciting game, but fleeting, soon came to the commentary.

The works of the top three have all been commented on by the tutor one by one, and scores have been given.

The last one is the most subtle.

There were many Mingmiao brainless fans cheering in the stands, and even Lin Yan was sitting in it, cheering for her baby daughter.

She believes that with her daughter's excellence and talent, she will definitely be able to advance to the top three and even win the championship!

"Miaomiao, you are the best, Mommy loves you!"

Lin Yan's shouts were drowned in the crowd, but maybe it was the mother-son connection, Ming Yin still locked on to Lin Yan's direction at a glance from the noisy voice.

She looked over calmly, Lin Yan didn't notice her, but kept staring at Ming Second.

A wry smile curled up at the corner of Ming Yin's mouth, and it quickly disappeared.

Forget it, why force something you don't care about?

Soon, Mingmiao's work was displayed on the big screen.

The home she depicts is a house, but it doesn't look like a house, it's a patchwork of four people.

It is obviously an authentic Chinese painting, but it has a post-modernist style, avant-garde and cutting-edge.

The collision of classical and modern senses is not only abrupt, but harmonious.

"This painting ......"

When the judges saw it, their eyes lit up.

In this Chinese painting competition, they have seen too many excellent and talented players.

But their talents seem to have limitations.

Obviously, the topics they set will always be only one or two words, but they will only draw the most representative ones step by step.

You can never push the boundaries and bring them something new.

But Mingmiao did it!

"This painting is really good, it really verifies the poem, looking horizontally into a peak on the side of the ridge, far and near are different!"

"Yes, it's a good one."

Mingmiao instantly became proud again, she held her head high and had a sweet smile on her face, like a princess.

"Thank you teachers for the compliment, it's not that good......"

"You're right, it's not that good." Ming Yin was silent for a long time and spoke in a low voice.

As soon as these words came out, the scene was immediately silent.

Ming Miao raised her eyes and looked at Ming Yin in shock and puzzlement.

She didn't understand, why did Mr. Xingshan keep targeting her, what did she do wrong to annoy the other party so much?

"Mr. Kyoyama, I'm ......"

Mingyin ignored her, bypassed her and walked to the projection screen.

She looked at the bright drawing, her fingers kept rummaging through her phone, and there was a lot of talk around her, and no one knew what she was going to do.

Only Mingmiao, her face turned pale in an instant.

It shouldn't be what she thought it was, right?

It can't be, how can anyone really find out? She's obviously mastered it and become her own!

But soon, reality gave her two hard slaps.

Ming Yin's face was as calm as water, and the big screen was divided into two, one part was still Ming Miao's work, and the other part showed the paintings she had just collected.

As soon as two of them were displayed, there was an uproar in the venue.

"How could it be...... The pattern on it seems to be exactly the same! ”

"yes, it's just in a different order."

"The composition of this one seems to be, if it wasn't subdivided later, it's just the same picture!"

……

Even the most unprofessional people can see the clues, let alone the masters who are also judges with Ming Yin.

They were all pale, looking at Ming Miao's kindness, and their faces were full of anger at the moment.

What made them even more ashamed was that none of them saw Ming Miao's plagiarism!

The skill of Ming Miao's plagiarism is so high that it is simply breathtaking.

Such a person, in a sense, is not a talent?

Ming Yin raised her eyes, wearing the skin of Mr. Xingshan, she was still as warm as the wind, and she looked like a humble gentleman.

"Mingmiao, do you have anything else to explain?"