Lao Peng also closed five or six pages of admit defeat and thought about it for a while with his head tilted.

"Well---to express it in the words of young people recently, it is... bloody abuse?"

“…”

Unclear and harsh.

In fact, after completing the Chinese painting in fifteen minutes last night and completing the calligraphy operation in five minutes, 90% of the original team of challengers chose to admit defeat.

Of course, the remaining 10% are those who have not watched the live broadcast.

Far away in a university dormitory in Yun Province, when Song Qingyuan clicked the admit defeat button, the gay friend next to him was very confused.

"Hey, why did you admit defeat? Didn't you say you were very confident before?"

"Yes, yes, you are a little genius from our Yun Province, and with the guidance of Professor Fang, you will also be able to compete for the national competition in the future!"

Just admit defeat?

Song Qingyuan's face was strange, "You don't know... how terrible the other party is."

"How scary is that?"

"He is he, he is not a human!"

When Song Qingyuan thought of the live broadcast last night, he felt trembling all over, "If you don't take action, you will do it. Just take action and press us all to the ground for inhumane destruction, rubbing hard like a ball!"

Compared with their works, the two are not on the same level at all. They are completely passively enduring the ruthless dimensionality reduction suppression from the other party.

"Anyway, this challenge is meaningless."

"and you......"

Seeing that he was deeply hit, several gay friends looked desperate and planned to say something to comfort him.

Song Qingyuan looked at the sky outside the window at 45 degrees, full of sadness, "Oh, I'm just an ordinary little genius."

Friend: "..."

May I ask, can I beat him up?

***

As time goes by, when ten o'clock arrives, the National Calligraphy and Painting Association finally counts the ranking of the challenger this time.

Lao Li took a form printed on A4 paper and went to the chairman's office upstairs.

"Old Bai, according to statistics, among the more than 90 concedes who have challenged this time, the highest in the Chinese painting rankings are 32, and the highest in the calligraphy rankings are 17."

"Let me see who there are."

Mr. Bai obviously maintained a very high enthusiasm for this matter. After taking the list, he browsed it roughly and found that several people's names looked familiar.

"There are more than a dozen people on the list among the Imperial Capital contestants? Huh... and Xiao Chen's students?"

Old Li smiled awkwardly and didn't want to speak.

To be honest, his mood is quite complicated now. He feels ashamed because his friends' favorite disciples admit defeat, and because the winner is a judge appointed by the association, he has a little secret pride.

In the years since he was in the industry, this is the first time he has experienced the meat grinder-like feeling when two completely opposite emotions appear together.

Fortunately, he doesn't go online often, otherwise he would know that netizens could describe his current state in two words - it hurts.

"Old Bai, look... what should I do after this matter?"

The old man opposite smiled and put down the list in his hand, leaned himself leisurely on the wooden federal chair. He did not answer this question, but instead talked about other things.

"Are you all curious about why the association's official website released a rule note on the challenge of cross-level challenges yesterday?"

"Yes, our association has never been established for so long, and there has been no phenomenon of many people challenging the same person together, but that rule says...it does solve the current problem very well."
Chapter completed!