After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Chapter 310: Her Level Is Beyond Your Understanding

The completed painting was laid out casually on the table. Jiang Lingxi removed the paperweight and was about to reach out for it when a pair of wrinkled hands cautiously picked it up first.

Zhang Nachuan released his cane and stood up, wanting to say sothing, but seeing that there were still three guests who hadn’t finished their paintings, he held back to avoid disturbing them.

"Since it’s done, I’ll take it now. No objections, right?"

Jiang Lingxi glanced at the painting, "No, please go ahead, sir."

The wrinkled face imdiately softened with a smile, "You’re quite remarkable."

If Lu Sen heard this attitude and appraisal, his eyes would probably pop out in shock.

The caras faithfully transmitted this scene into the judges’ observation room.

Upon seeing Jiang Lingxi’s completed painting on the split screen, while others seed pleased from the heart to their faces, Xu Qingi felt her heart sink to the bottom.

She was about to raise doubts regarding the differences between Jiang Lingxi’s painted copy and the original work, which was the only point she could criticize Jiang Lingxi on.

But before she could speak, she heard Mr. Zhang’s positive evaluation.

If he already praised it highly, any further comnts would not just be questioning Jiang Lingxi but Mr. Zhang himself.

She hadn’t forgotten that Li Wanxuan, who showed her no respect, was also Mr. Zhang’s student.

Yet, feeling sowhat unwilling, she spoke with a hint of curiosity and perplexity, "I thought the challenge for this episode was copying. I see that the others’ copied works are almost identical to the originals, but Jiang Lingxi’s seem like two entirely different pieces. Although the final presentation is excellent, doesn’t this fall outside of copying?"

Even if she couldn’t criticize Jiang Lingxi’s painting skills, she wanted to label her as deliberately unconventional.

The smile on Li Wanxuan’s face paused, but before Xu Qingi could be pleased by the change, a confident voice spoke from the other side.

"Copying throughout history has always been about learning and improving. Why is this so? Imitating the intention of ancient people, capturing their essence, from resemblance to spirit, is a progressive process. If copying aims to improve skills, why intentionally pursue re resemblance and degrade one’s ability? Better not to paint at all!"

In front of the caras, Shen Yunqing, after giving Xu Qingi a blank look, continued bluntly, "In my view, although Shen Qianshan’s ’Bibo Wanxiang’ contains aning, it lacks montum. In her work, Teacher Jiang compensated for this missing elent. Disregarding historical value, personally, I prefer Teacher Jiang’s ’Bibo Wanxiang’."

Just as Xu Qingi was chilled by Shen Yunqing’s gaze, she heard him unapologetically defend Jiang Lingxi on live television, even criticizing a famous historical painter.

Had she not honed her skills at hiding emotions in the entertainnt industry for years, she might have lost her composure on the spot.

What made her even more uncomfortable was Li Wanxuan nodding in agreent, clearly echoing Shen Yunqing’s opinions, "Indeed, although today’s challenge is copying, one shouldn’t limit oneself to re imitation. If one has mastered the techniques of the original and is confident in creating superior work, like , I wouldn’t just copy for the sake of copying—it’s important to refine oneself at Jiang Lingxi’s level; everything else is secondary."

These comnts even caused the other two judges to nod uncontrollably.

Seeing the irreversible trend, Xu Qingi nearly gritted her teeth.

But after considering the consequences of an abrupt end to a national variety show recording, she could only shut her mouth, begrudgingly agreeing to say less.

Then looking at Jing Huai, still engrossed in his work on the split screen, she felt even more disappointed.

Despite claiming to have studied under a master, he couldn’t even surpass Jiang Lingxi—truly disappointing!

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After Jiang Lingxi’s painting was taken away, she didn’t just stand there waiting for others to finish. She gestured to turn off the microphone and, after asking Chen Weiwen if she could move freely, left her seat.

Hearing the footsteps ahead fade away, the remaining three naturally grew more anxious.

Shen Huchen and Qian Yaya managed to stay composed, but Jing Huai thought that, even if Jiang Lingxi could paint, their main professions were in entertainnt and not specialized in painting like Shen Huchen and Qian Yaya.

But things had developed beyond his expectations; Jiang Lingxi had finished first among them, and despite telling himself not to hurry, staying calm was easier said than done.

Panic made him mistakenly grab the wrong brush, and in haste, a broad stroke ruined the harmony of the painting that was supposed to have a thin line.

Li Wanxuan glanced at Jing Huai’s split screen, and seeing the obvious mistake on the rice paper, couldn’t help but sigh, "Lacks composure, was too hasty!"

This is human nature, just like during an exam, if soone finishes early and leaves, even with ti left, it puts psychological pressure on those still working.

But what can be done? The person has finished; you can’t stop them. It tests the remaining individuals’ stress resilience.

This copying test was the sa; it assessed not only painting skills but also ntal composure.

Lack of composure may lead to mistakes and failures.

Half an hour passed without notice.

First Shen Huchen, then Lin Nuo, followed by Qian Yaya, all raised their hands to indicate they completed their paintings.

Jing Huai’s hand trembled with the brush in hand, as he felt all eyes on him. Unable to add even a stroke to the unsatisfactory painting, he set the brush down.

Continuing seed pointless!

No one anticipated Lu Sen would be the last to complete his painting.

Lu Sen expressed that he didn’t want to delay, but feared being criticized for lack of seriousness by the elder.

Among the seven guests, he seed to struggle the most with the recording.

Shows familiarity isn’t always beneficial.

The elder was utterly blunt with him.

In a vacant room of the museum.

Upon entering, everyone saw two distinct rows of artworks on one wall.

The top row was the well-protected original paintings, while the bottom contained their seven emulations.

A single glance made everything clear.

In front of the artworks, Zhang Nachuan’s cane beca a guide pointer, "Look, here are the results of your nearly two-hour copying session."

The pointer landed precisely below Lu Sen’s painting, "This one, Lu Sen."

Nad, Lu Sen stepped forward from the crowd, took a deep breath, prepared for critique, and bowed slightly, "Please give your guidance, Mr. Zhang."

In the following few minutes, Shen Huchen experienced firsthand the depths of Mr. Zhang’s critique skills.

He glanced at his own work, closely placed by Lu Sen’s, and wrapped his arms around himself defensively!