Watching Gu Bai’s half-closed eyes, Li Zhun silently mourned for Guo Jingming in his heart.
On the stage, the staff brought up a huge gray drawing board.
Yan Shen stood in front of the blackboard, took a deep breath, then picked up the chalk and began to draw on the blackboard.
The drawing technique was exceptionally simple, with no flashy or show-off elents, and in less than half a minute, Yan Shen had sketched out the outline of Han Hong using chalk and marker.
As Yan Shen’s painting speed increased, the drawing board beca more and more cluttered.
Seeing this, Han Hong in the audience couldn’t help but sigh with disappointnt, while Guo Jingming couldn’t help but chuckle softly. The better Yan Shen perford at this mont, the more his face would be slapped; conversely, if Yan Shen perford poorly, it would an his actions were justified, and no one could find any fault with him.
As ti went by, the audience beca impatient.
"What on earth is this? Apart from barely recognizing a little of Teacher Han Hong’s outline, I can’t understand a thing."
"Even flattering the judges should require so skill, right? The kid in first grade next door draws better than her."
These comnts grew more frequent, and those loud enough even reached Yan Shen’s ears on stage, but Yan Shen’s expression remained unchanged. Ever since she picked up the paintbrush, it was as if she had beco another person, focused and undistracted.
However, because of the previous Guo Jingming incident, Han Hong, Cai Tongqing, and Ni Ping did not hastily turn off the lights, instead choosing to wait for the completion of the painting.
Finally, a few minutes later, Yan Shen put the paintbrush aside, gently shook her sowhat sore hand, and turned to face the four judges.
Before Yan Shen could start speaking, Han Hong picked up the microphone.
"Yan Shen, from the start I had full confidence in you, but if this is the level of your talent showcase, then I’ll have to turn off the lights."
Cai Tongqing and Ni Ping also followed suit in agreent, while Guo Jingming smartened up and remained silent, not comnting.
Facing their doubts, Yan Shen showed no panic, her eyes radiating a confident glow.
"Dear teachers, my painting has one last step incomplete."
Han Hong: "Oh?"
As soon as the words fell, Yan Shen picked up a basin filled with chalk dust and forcefully threw it onto the painting. The mont the dust touched the board, Han Hong’s portrait appeared smiling, vividly lifelike.
"Wow... this is akin to Tang Bohu’s ink splashing to form a painting in the movies."
Cai Tongqing exclaid in astonishnt.
"What you all saw was Teacher Han Hong, and next up is Teacher Cai."
Just as Yan Shen’s voice fell, the board rotated, and due to a visual trick, the original Han Hong disappeared and turned into a man like Cai Tongqing.
Perhaps seeing Han Hong before wasn’t particularly surprising, but witnessing this, the crowd burst into applause.
Ni Ping, looking at Yan Shen holding the board, also spoke in his unique warm tone, "Since you’ve painted both Teacher Han Hong and Teacher Cai, you won’t leave out, will you?"
Hearing Ni Ping’s words, Yan Shen’s brows gently arched, responding, "Of course not."
Then, by flipping it again to the side, Ni Ping’s face also appeared in the painting.
"What’s the other perspective?!"
An audience mber below prompted noisily.
Yan Shen didn’t say much, simply switching to the last perspective, revealing the painting had turned into a bald ng Fei.
And everyone clearly understood who this last portrait was originally ant to be.
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