There are paintings in the paintings, like dreams and fantasy.

Everything at this moment seemed to be integrated into the strokes of the two of them.

Hao Jun has to admire the master's work that designed this "bamboo garden", and also praised the two little girls who were selfless.

It was not until the noisy bell rang that this competition with obvious purpose returned to the rhythm of the competition. The students who took the first round of the exam began to step out of the test site one after another, but were attracted by the quiet scene here. They silently joined the waiting team of Hao Jun and others, and curiously watched the two girls who were painting.

During this period, the girl from the affiliated middle school seemed to have finished painting. She raised her bright eyes, looked at Miao Yunhe not far away, and waited quietly.

Miao Yunhe hasn't started writing for a while, but at this time, she used the brush in her hand to smile knowingly, then she also raised her head and looked at the girl not far away.

The intersection of eyes is full of mutual appreciation.

Could this be the so-called infectiousness of art, which will make two strangers familiar with each other quickly, and the natural barrier will disappear in an instant.

Indeed, in the days that followed, these two girls became good friends who could talk about everything. Of course, this is a story later.

Just as they were both finished, the teacher from the Art Academy who had appeared several times before appeared in everyone's sight again, put away the two girls' paintings, held their chins with one hand, and looked carefully.

At this time, more and more invigilators who walked out with a scroll after the invigilator were also attracted by this scene and came to the teacher, looked at the two works in the hands of the teacher.

For a moment, the students from the affiliated middle school and the No. 1 Middle School were nervously looking at the teachers who were gathering more and more.

Judging from the expressions on the teachers' faces, it seems that they are very satisfied with both works, and it seems that it is really hard to tell the difference between them for a while.

The affiliated middle school was originally determined to win the victory, but suddenly a situation occurred, and a group of people were inevitably anxious.

The teacher who was the judge was not old, but seemed to be very qualified. Other teachers couldn't help but look at her and listen to her judgment.

"Two classmates, your works are great, each with their own strengths. Originally, the art is not as different as you are superior to me, but since it is a competition, there must be a conclusion. I will judge by myself and it seems arbitrary. There are so many teachers here, so please ask them to vote for you!"

The teachers present nodded and agreed, and began to choose works that they thought were better.

This scene naturally shows that the gap between Miao Yunhe and the girl's works is not big, and it is difficult to choose, so this method is needed to judge the winner.

The final result seemed to be expected by a group of people from the affiliated middle school, but it was also unexpected.

The affiliated middle school won with an extremely narrow advantage, with only one more vote than the No. 1 Middle School in the City.

"The two students are talented and have outstanding talents in art. This student has extremely solid basic skills. He is probably a master's master's style in the painting. He has a master's style in one-to-one painting. Of course, it is not that there are no flaws..."

She pointed to the girls from the affiliated middle school and gave a very pertinent comment.

Miao Yunhe was also praised, "In terms of basic skills and skills, although this female classmate is much worse than this one, her point lies in creativity and understanding of freehand painting and thought in art. The reason why art is called art is because the work itself represents the author's thought conveyance..."

"Anyway, the two students have very high attainments and talents in art, so why don't they apply to our Art Academy?"

The teacher seemed to have a loving talent and said this, with a little hope in her eyes. Of course, she couldn't decide that the two female classmates would actually enter the art academy in just one word, which would seem too ridiculous!

Miao Yunhe has been listening to the teacher's comments carefully, her face turned red, obviously because of excitement. She had long lost the so-called difference between victory and defeat. This is the first time she has received such a high evaluation since she was amateur painting, and it comes from professionals, so she couldn't help but be happy.

The high-level competition between the two students seemed to have made the audience forget the original intention of the competition and couldn't help but feel happy for them.

"Brother Jun, Brother Jun, big news, big news!" At some point, Zhao Wenjie appeared next to him again and patted his shoulder excitedly.

Seeing his look of dancing eyebrows, Hao Jun couldn't help but quip: "Why, have you met a beautiful woman who can't move again?"

Zhao Wenjie laughed and mysteriously leaned against Hao Jun's ear and said, "Beauty is really a great beauty, but this time, it was you who saw the big beauty whom you said without moving!"

He didn't wait for Hao Jun to ask in detail, and dragged Hao Jun forward directly. The little girl naturally noticed the tricks of her two best friends and turned around and followed her.

Zhao Wenjie wanted to persuade him to go back, but when he thought that he would be choked back by the little girl in anger, he simply kept silent. Anyway, it was Hao Jun's trouble, so he could stay out of the matter.

The place where Zhao Wenjie brought the two of them seemed to be the Academy of Arts and Dance, where enrollment is also underway.

Looking at the beauties of all kinds coming and going around him, Hao Jun thought that the main purpose of Zhao Wenjie bringing him was one of them. He was actually a little expectant. What kind of beauties could make him unable to walk?

Uncle Hao thought quickly, and outlined the image of an extremely perfect woman in his mind.

Among the admissions of the Dance Academy, nine out of ten students are girls. Most of the girls who practice dance have long and slim figures, perfect figures, thin waists and legs, and no trace of fat. Moreover, it is the time of youth. If you don’t look at your appearance, you will catch a lot of beauties with more than 80 points.

It's quite a bit like a mess of flowers and fascinating eyes.

It was midsummer, and the girls were wearing cool clothes, either dancing long skirts, bright short skirts that were looming, or sexy hot pants that exposed their slender legs. In order to take the exam, they all dressed up carefully and showed their advantages to the fullest, with beauty everywhere, youth everywhere, and sexiness everywhere.

Zhao Wenjie seemed to have forgotten the original intention of dragging Hao Jun, and began to watch around again, his eyes occasionally moving with a beautiful girl.

The little girl was dissatisfied and snorted coldly.

She had not grown up yet, and in terms of appearance and figure, she thought she was much worse than the gorgeous girls in front of her. After enduring for a while, she couldn't help but feel unhappy even if she didn't see Zhao Wenjie doing serious business.

Hao Jun looked in the direction Zhao Wenjie pointed after he woke up, and paused slightly, but was a little surprised. How could she appear here?
Chapter completed!