Three hours are not long, and they are not short.

It is indeed a bit difficult for the audience, but it is very important for the participants every minute.

Among the eighteen painters, some people took the lead in thinking about the work after half an hour of thinking. Due to the limited competition time, some people joined in one after another. But even these people already had an understanding of "The Racing Horse Picture" in their minds, they were quite cautious when writing, and some even took the lead in drafting on the draft paper before writing.

The only exception in the scene was Tang Shu. He finally withdrew his sight on the screen with only half an hour left before he lifted his pen for the first time.

All participants' attention was almost entirely focused on their works, and even the other nine judges were not careless and did not notice that Tang Shu's actions were completely different from others.

However, this does not mean that everyone is immersed in it. The first thing that finds something is wrong is the relatives and friends group.

"Damn it, she finally moved!"

"Uh, it's been two and a half hours. The other judges have been working hard for most of the day, but she actually kept the same posture and didn't move at all!"

"This concentration, tsk, is there really no pressure when you are in the same frame with so many masters at a young age?"

"I always feel that what she wants to do is different from others? Hey? Why do I have this kind of idea? It's so strange!"

"I don't care about anything else, I just want to know what Tang Shu is going on? Everyone is trying to draw. She is leisurely admiring the famous paintings on the screen, and she doesn't know what she is thinking..."

"Brother, I'm going to tell you, it's strange that I've been staring at her all the time."

"Bah! Are you staring at me if you think they are weird? It's obviously because they are beautiful, Yan Gou!"

“…No need to undermine this.”

Is Tang Shu strange?

Of course it is strange, it is strange that it doesn’t look like a normal person!

Look at everyone else's writing, fearing that there would not be enough time, even the judges who didn't know what they were doing looked very devoted, and only she remained unmoved.

In comparison, it's simply weird.

As soon as the few people finished speaking, someone in the front row couldn't help but turn around to express their opinions, with a little doubt in his eyes.

"Isn't this nonsense? She must not be able to integrate into the judges' circle!"

"Ah? What does this mean by brother?"

"This Tang Shu is a star. Even Master Weibo's big vs. She and Yu cannot hide the fact that she is young and has little experience. It is normal to be stage frightened in such a large-scale game."

"No? I remember that our Xiao Qingyuan likes her very much, and every time the comments she gives can benefit Xiao Qingyuan a lot."

"I believed this... I had no doubt about it before, but since I saw her yesterday, I felt a little inconsistent. This actress is too young."

Originally, he guessed that Tang Shu was going to be a judge because he was going to be a back door. Maybe he was going to be going to the back door in the association. Is the purpose? Don’t celebrities nowadays like to set up their own personalities?

"You have also discovered that Tang Shu has been staring at the screen since 9 o'clock. She didn't move when others were writing and painting. It was so obvious that she was different from others. She must have been excluded."

"Hiss--Brother, when you said that, I suddenly felt something was right?"

"As you said, she is actually here to scan her face?"

But... I always feel that something is wrong. What's going on? He seems to have overlooked an extremely important thing, but now he is a little confused.

On the stage, Tang Shu picked up the pen and finished it in one go until the last five minutes before he finished writing.

Then the eight participants and judges completed the painting one after another, left the signature in the lower left corner and completed the painting, waiting for the competition to end.

With the arrival of 12 noon, host Liao Yicheng walked up with a microphone.

"Okay, it's time to hand over the paper. Please wait patiently. The results will be announced on time at 4 pm this afternoon!"

The staff with the work sign immediately came on stage. After all the participants and spectators left one after another, the ink traces were all dry.

Old Bai also put down the teacup in his hand, got up and walked to the people.

"How is it, it's all done?"

Professor Li took the lead in glaring, "You old white, you are actually scheming us!"

"Yo, I finally figured it out?"

"snort!"

Professor Li rubbed his wrists and felt a little tired. He hadn't started writing with such a high intensity for a long time, and he was a little uncomfortable.

When they reach their age, the premise of painting becomes whether there is inspiration. For example, paintings with time limits and title limits are really exhausting.

And, I saw this question three hours ago!

When he thought of this, Professor Li felt the temples on both sides jumping. He realized that he had just picked up his pen and thought about what to draw. Before he knew it, he got on Lao Bai's pirate ship.

But this boat is easy to get on and off. As the oldest group of people in the association, they must spit out a nail. Even if they don’t want to draw, they have to bite the bullet and finish it!

"Okay, we're all done, what do you want to do?"

They all let them paint together, so Lao Bai must have a trick to wait, otherwise he would have lost his calculating head in vain!

Old Bai knew that he was angry and didn't care much about Professor Li's current attitude. Seeing that there were only his own people left in the entire scene, he looked at everyone's desks one by one.

"We haven't painted together for a long time, right? We almost forgot about the feeling. I want you to break through. Don't worry, come on, share your opinions?"

Since there were ten master-level works in front of them, everyone had the ambition to forget that it was dinner time and they all gathered up to express their curiosity.

"Master-level paintings, if you encounter one outside, it will be an opportunity. Now there are ten paintings!"

"This is finally eye-opening, I'm looking forward to it!"

"I don't know how the masters analyze the "Running Horse Picture"? I can't help but think about looking at it one by one."

"Don't worry, Mr. Bai means that everyone wants to appreciate it together, and you can definitely see it!"

At this moment, the staff were so excited that even the judges were looking forward to it. After all, such occasions are rare.

Mr. Xue smiled and stroked his chin's beard, "Old Li, the last time we got together to discuss it was two years ago. I didn't expect that I could see your work again today."

"Isn't it? Last time we quarreled over a picture of cold plums, and two years have passed in a flash."
Chapter completed!