Chapter 579: 578. Everyone has an opinion on what to give and what to take? (Eight updates) Chapter 579: 578. Everyone has an opinion on what to give and what to take? (Eight updates) It was just too cringe-worthy to watch.
“Forget it, as long as you’re happy.”
“This kid—why do they turn stupid once they enter a competition? Tsk—”
“Happy? I’m really happy! Even though I don’t know if Teacher She still rembers , scoring two points higher is progress!”
Yang Fen was over the moon as she opened one of the videos below, which was soon followed by the explainer’s voice.
“Not bad, you’ve improved a lot since last ti. You’ve got the hang of how to start your strokes, but there are a few spots at the end that aren’t quite perfect…”
The voice of Uncle She ca through, and the person in front of the computer imdiately let out a scream.
“Ahhh!!! He, he, he rembers !”
He actually knew that her issue last ti was with the initial strokes, and he even pointed out where she had improved—what kind of divine judge was this!
The young lady was instantly thrilled.
anwhile, her roommates looked at her as if she was ntally challenged.
“Is this the little genius of our dorm?”
“Sure enough… there’s only a thin line between a genius and an idiot.”
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The results of the second round of the calligraphy and painting competition had been announced, causing all the contestants to stir.
Aside from that, those who were unfortunate in the first round also ca to join in the fun, observing these people’s scores without any pressure this ti.
“I just checked the two leaderboards; they’ve been updated!”
“Our capital’s little genius actually made it into the top fifty, seriously unbelievable!”
“How is that unbelievable? The way you put it isn’t quite right—”
“No, no, you misunderstand, I just wanted to express how much they’ve improved!”
At this mont, quite a few people noticed that the rankings of the five contestants from the capital had collectively moved up, and Yang Fen’s na had jumped from beyond 90th to 75th in one fell swoop.
Just half a month and she had advanced by 20 places—it was nothing short of a miracle!
“Holy shit, did these five from the capital cram together or what, did they all hire so famous tutor en masse?!”
“You guys went too far, installing a bug behind our backs!”
At this point, two contestants from the capital appeared and imdiately joined the group chat upon seeing this sentence.
“I’ve indeed improved a lot recently. I thought layout was my weakness but I’ve made great progress, thanks to Uncle She, though I didn’t get to see him this ti…”
“Sa here, Teacher She’s review is in my Weibo, if you guys are curious, you can check it out.”
As soon as this statent ca out, many people hurried over to Weibo to see for themselves.
So people really did visit their Weibos to spectate, and the Association’s official website gradually grew lively, followed by a flurry of exclamatory comnts.
“Holy fuck, now I understand the godlike existence you guys call Teacher She. I’m a contestant from Another Province, and he really gave the lowest score!”
“How much lower?”
“A whole five points below the average, aning it brought down the average by one point!”
“Condolences, brother. Sounds like you t the Great Demon King of scoring.”
“No, no, I don’t feel like mourning at all, on the contrary, I’m really happy…”
“Eh? Brother, are you alright? Sounds like you’ve got a taste for masochism!”
“Screw you, you guys have no idea how sharp Teacher She’s comnts are, and he even personally made a few corrections for . Damn, it’s like a touch of divine inspiration!”
Just from the exclamations in the comnt section, everyone knew they were thrilled to bits.
Then, a lot of people began leaving ssages one after another.
“Sa here, it’s my first ti knowing what it feels like to both cry and laugh.”
“Sa here, I’m feeling so many emotions, but all in all, this competition was worth participating in.”
“I actually feel inspired? But I still have to mourn my low score for a minute….”
Among the participants, at least half of them hadn’t been judged by Uncle She, so while they were enjoying the spectacle, their curiosity also started to bubble up.
“I just want to know how he comnted on your entries.”
“I’ve seen so on the contestants’ Weibo from the capital, they were indeed quite sharp, and Teacher She taught them hands-on.”
“Even as a spectator, I feel like I’ve gained a lot.”
So, while everyone was chatting, those contestants who had Uncle She as a judge downloaded the video from the official website and posted it directly to Weibo.
Once again, this little circle of the calligraphy and painting world sparked a wave of heated discussions.
In the National Calligraphy and Painting Association’s office, looking at the news growing hotter and hotter online, several judges exchanged glances.
“Old Li, is this really appropriate?”
“I don’t think it’s very appropriate, what do you think, Old Liao?”
“Indeed, it’s not quite appropriate. Our calligraphy competition is serious and above board, we really shouldn’t let it get shrouded in smog.”
Professor Li, with his sowhat pedantic inclinations, was much less receptive to new things than the younger generation at ho, which is why he looked down on anything that could cause a stir on the internet.
“Look, before Uncle She ca, our association’s official website was so normal!”
It was indeed very normal, normal to the point where there might not be as many ssages in one or two months as there were in one hour now.
“Now have a look, oh my! What are these words? And ‘Uncle She’? Makes my head hurt just looking at it.”
The na Uncle She was already a bit offbeat, and now it’s gotten even better—they’d started calling him uncle, it was simply unbearable to look at.
“Then should we go find the chairman and ask him to rein it in?”
They might not like it, but there was nothing they could do; so far, they hadn’t had the chance to et Uncle She in person since the previous rounds of competition were judged online.
If you called him high-profile, he hadn’t even shown his face. But if you called him low-profile—could those ssages on the internet be considered low-profile?
That was far from it.
So, exchanging glances, a group of three or five stood up and went to the chairman’s office upstairs with great fanfare.
Five minutes later, Master Bai welcod them.
A young secretary in the office brewed a pot of fine tea for each of them and then sat quietly to one side, listening to their conversation.
“Do you all have complaints about Uncle She?”
Master Bai looked at the group, asking with a smile on his face.
“His scores were indeed a bit low on average.”
“Yes, in the next two rounds of competition, we need to match up with judges for scoring, and won’t the contestants who get him be at a disadvantage compared to others?”
“Now, whether it’s traditional Chinese painting or calligraphy, there are only a hundred people left, and it has reached a point where every point is contested, his scores can really affect half of the participants.”
What if soone lost by a narrow margin to another contestant because of his low scores? Wouldn’t that be unfair?
Master Bai drank a cup of tea, sitting composedly in the main seat.
“Have any of you actually read Uncle She’s evaluations of each piece?”
As soon as he finished speaking, so people looked perplexed while others, for a change, fell into a rare silence.
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